Laila My Love - S01 E03

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Laila My Love - S01 E03

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The week went by way too quick

despite the fact that I had five classes,

but I wasn’t complaining. I love

weekends, I mean who doesn’t really.

One you get to sleep in for few extra

hours, second you don’t feel bad for

procrastinating because you know

Sundays has got your back and third I

get to meet Sobia. I had to meet Sobia

today 1 pm at her bakery to help her

decorate the cupcakes for the big order.

I took a quick shower and opened up

my closet to make the biggest decision

of my life…what should I wear today. I

didn’t have a lot of clothes, even though

a lot of people assume that if you’re a

girl then you probably have a huge

closet full of clothes. This is not true in

my case and that’s because I buy things

that I actually need. So today I decided to

wear my favorite pair of boyfriend jeans

because they are super comfortable and

I hate wearing tight clothes. I paired it

with my red and white plaid shirt and

finished it off with my bright red hijab

that I got on sale. Super.

I went to the kitchen where I found a

note from my mother written on the

small whiteboard that was hanging by

the fridge. It said “Had to leave early

today, I took up another shift. Dropped

Sabir to football practice, his friend’s dad

will drop him off. Have fun with Sobia”.

My mother is so old school in the cutest

way possible. I have told her countless

time since she has got her own phone

that she can just text me if there is

anything that she wants to tell me. There

have been times where I have forgotten

to read the white board to find her

secret little messages. The thought of

explaining this whole process again to

my mother made me chuckle, she will

always leave notes at the whiteboard

instead of texting me. I took out my

phone and replied my mother, Salam

Ammi, just got up. Saw your note. I am

heading out to Sobia’s, I might be a little

late so don’t worry.

I grabbed my bag and picked up a dairy

milk chocolate bar to eat in the way

headed out towards the bus stop. The

distance between my house and Sobia’s

bakery is not too long. I reached the

bakery a few minutes early and found

Sobia carefully decorating the cupcakes

with vanilla frosting. I made my way

towards her and placed my hand on

her shoulder. “Hand’s up” I said in my

fake cop voice.

“Shut up, I saw you when you were

crossing the street, go and pass me the

jar of pink sprinkles.” She said.

“Jeez how come I always fail to scare

you? I try so hard, you should at least

pretend to be scared to make me feel

better.” I said while grabbing the pink

sprinkles.

“It’s not my fault that you are terrible at

scaring people. Now stop whining and

start helping me, we have to leave at 4”.

She said while passing the pastry bag

filled with vanilla frosting.

I opened up my Spotify app and played

the indie pop chill out playlist. The rest of

the evening passed away in a blink of an

eye. Sobia, Mariam auntie and I talked

about different things, I loved days like

this where I could just hang out with my

best friend and her lovely mother and

just talk about random stuff. Since they

had a big order today, auntie Mariam

closed the bakery so she could complete

the order without any disturbance.

At 3:45 exact, we had 400 cupcakes

finished off with beautiful creamy

frosting with different fillings and

sprinkles and had 3 layered chocolate

cake ready with light yellow icing and

caramel sauce. To add the final touch,

auntie Mariam placed small chocolate

roses at the top layer of the cake and

wrote Happy Birthday Ruba with dark

chocolate sauce. Everything looked so

pretty that we had to take a picture of it

to upload it on Instagram. You know the

drill. So after taking various pictures

with different angles and filters, we

finally got the one that fit our

expectation of a perfect picture of

cupcakes for Instagram.

We had to call pick and drop services to

deliver all the cupcakes and the cake at a

designated location. It seemed like the

Ibrahims were throwing this party at a

hall and it was quite far so we didn’t

want to rely on Sobia’s old car that often

breaks down to get the job done. When

the delivery truck arrived, we carefully

picked up the packed cake and placed it

in the back of the truck along with the

cupcakes. We were blown away when

the truck stopped front of a giant

garden. When we asked the security

guard, we found out that this wasn’t a

hall; it was an outdoor private garden. I

could see all the colorful tents and rides

behind the giant fence. With the help of

the security guard,the truck driver and

the staff working at the venue, we

successfully shifted all the dessert on the

table that was located close to the

playground. I could see all the children’s

excited faces when we opened up the

boxes to set up the cupcake stand. It

was so cute; they were all gathered

around us. After a while, I saw a middle

age man walking towards us and Sobia

told me it was Ibrahim Raza.

Ibahim Raza looked like he was in his

late 50’s. He was tall and still carried

himself quite well. He was dressed in a

gray suit and had a glass of lemonade in

his hand. He made his way towards our

table and looked at all the cupcakes and

the cake before saying anything. When

he looked up, I could tell he was happy

with our work. “Hello Sobia and Miss

Mariam, all of this looks wonderful. I am

sure Ruba will be thrilled when she sees

her birthday cake.” He said. His voice

was kind and genuine.

“Thank you sir, I hope your daughter

likes it.” Auntie Mariam responded.

“Don’t worry she will. And who is this

lady?” Ibrahim Raza asked me.

“Asalam O Alikum, I am Laila. I am Sobia’s

friend.” I have no idea why I said salam

instead of saying hello. What if he minds

it?

“Walikum Asalam. Nice to meet you Laila,

it’s good to see you here. Well I better

go and see if the caterers are here. Feel

free to walk around and eat whatever

you like; we do have some extra servers

here who will be here to help out.” He

smiled at us and took off.

“He seems nice.” I told Sobia.

“SeeI told you, but his wife is a bit cray

cray” She laughed.

“Shh you’re so loud.” I told her. Sobia is

one of those people who do not care

about her surroundings. If she wants

something to say, she says it. Loudly.

“I don’t care if she is here, you should

have seen her Laila. I mean she is pretty

and all but you can see her evilness in

her eyes.” She continued on.

“Ohkay okay you are right. Now stop

talking so loudly please.” I tried to calm

her.

“Fine, jeez you are such a scary cat.” She

mocked me.

“Sobia stop this right now, I told you to

behave. Stop disturbing my child Laila”

Auntie Mariam stepped in.

“Accha Ammi, see I told you she like you

better than me.” Sobia whined.

“Duhh, look at you.” I laughed.

“Shut up.” She joined the laughter.

“I need to use the washroom” I told

Sobia after severing cupcakes to a group

of adorable little kids.

“Why are you telling me, go find one.”

She said while handing out mini

cupcakes to a new group of 5-6-year-old

children.

“Come with me, I don’t know where to

go.” I requested.

“Aray, I am busy here and I don’t know

where Ammi took off, she found one of

her clients here. Go find the washroom, I

am sure its not too far.” She said bluntly.

“Fine, I will find it myself.” I grabbed my

bag and headed straight toward the

security guard that I spotted after

wondering around for a while.

“Excuse me, can you tell me where the

washroom is?” I asked the security guy.

“Its quite a walk, but just keep going

straight” He said pointing at a small trail

on my left. “And you that building there,

the washroom are right behind that.” He

said. He was a middle-aged white man

with sweet blue eyes, and chubby red

cheeks.

“Thank you sir.” I told him and started

walking towards the building on the left.

When I walked behind the small white

building, I spotted two small attached

washroom, I walked into women’s area

and after finishing my business, I

applied a some lip balm to my dry lips

and fixed my hijab. I took my phone out

to see if there are any messages and

saw one from my mother.

Okay bachi, take care. I just finished

worked. Heading home. Let me know if

you want me to send Sabir to the bakery

to pick you up.

I responded: No Ammi its okay Sobia will

give me a ride home.

I was so involved in the game of texting

that I didn’t realize that which way I was

heading out until I bumped into

someone and my phone came crashing

down.

“Oh my god I am so sorry.” I said

instantly to whoever I ran into and bend

down to pick up my phone. As soon as I

got up, my eyes instantly connected with

the familiar hazel brown eyes. I knew

exactly who it was and I wasn’t too

pleased. He was the same shameless guy

from my college who stole my phone

and my phone number. This can’t be

happening. I can’t let him ruin my

weekend too. Wasn’t one encounter

with this guy enough? Allah.

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“None of your business.” I walked

straight passed him but it still made no

difference because he still followed me.

“You are at my party so it is my

business.” He said and I suddenly turned

around.

“No, this party is for Ruba.” I responded

to him.

“She is my sister.” He said smiling at me.

“She is what?” I asked just to confirm if I

heard him correctly, I wished this wasn’t

true. The guy I promised myself to stay

well away from. I was at his little sister’s

birthday party.

“My sister.” He smiled and took a step

toward me.

Before he could anything else I turned

around and started walking away. This

time he didn’t follow. I hope I don’t see

him again today or ever for that matter,

but the party just got started.

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