I woke up the next day in bed. I don’t know how I got here but Zaahir probably carried me.

Thoughts about my sister were still in my mind. We didn’t see her for a long time and suddenly she gets very sick in Durban and ends up in a coma? We didn’t know this would be the last time we’d ever see her again. I cried.

I felt it rolling down my cheek and then falling on my bed, and then fading away. No longer a tear but just a spot, a wet spot, leaving a mark. That was Rushdiya. She would always plant something on everyone she knew and then leave a mark and disappear. Leaving everyone here, longing for her and missing her.

Rushdiya was a godly woman. She never swore. She never gossiped. She never talked bad about people but rather uplifted people into doing better and being more than their imagination. Much more! She’ll always have a place in my heart and in the hearts of the people she touched.

I wondered if the people in our community knew about my sister’s passing. Probably not, because we only got the tiding last night. I Whatsapped Sydney and told her first. She was also close with Rushdiya.

Hey Syd.

*hugz* Bish, my girl (:

Syd, I have some bad news…

Isit about Zaahir?

No, its about Rushdiya.

What’s the bad news Bish?

She passed away last night…

Oh my! Tell me you’re joking Bish! Please! :’( :’(

:’(

*crying* my condolences to the Savahl family my friend. I’m here for you Bish :’( I’ll spread the word hey.

thanx Syd… I appreciate it a lot.

Anything for you my girl.

After that chat, I started crying. Everything felt so unreal but yet true. It felt as if my heart didn’t want to accept the fact that my sister is gone, but my mind was telling me to be strong and that it’s real.

I didn’t get out of bed the whole day. I felt sick and sad like Zaahir felt. Thousands of Whatsapp messages came through but I didn’t have the energy to read them. After a while I took my phone and read a few.

One was from Santana, she sent her condolences. And the other one was from Jake, he sent his condolences and would make a turn by me later. The others were all the same, but one message wasn’t the same. It was from Dario, whom I had forgotten to tell that my sister had passed.

Bish, babe… I heard about Rushdiya… my condolences to your family angel. I’m on my way to the airport now. I’ll be dropping off Sammi. She sais salaam and sends all her love… babe I’ll come around as soon as I drop off Sammi. I love you… I’m here for you angel. *hugz&kisses*

I didn’t reply back. I had no energy. I just wanted to sleep and just forget about everything.

After a while, Zaahir came in and he said Dario was here. I told him to tell Dario I’m asleep. I felt really bad for doing it to Dario who had gone through so much pain in his life before. Losing his mother, brother and father all at once. It must have been hard for him. If I feel like this, he probably felt ten times worse!

I wanted to sleep again but I couldn’t. I had to text Dario.

boo…?

I thought you were sleeping.

I… was

okay then. You sleep quick.

I’m sorry for telling my brother to tell you I’m sleeping Dario.

So you wernt slpng?

*sad face*

I know what you’re going through now Bishni but you cant push me away. I still miss my family and I feel way worse then you do! You’re the only person I can share my pain with. You’re the only girl for me Bishni. :’( kanallah don’t push me away again…*broken heart*

I need some time to think Dario! Everything isn’t always about you!



Dario, I’m sorry boo…

He didn’t reply after that.

Days went by and it was Wednesday, Dario still hadn’t replied to my message. Dario was a real soft person. After losing his family, Sammi was his only family, and he couldn’t spend much time with her, and now he chose me to be his family. I shouldn’t have said those words to him. It broke him down. Now he wasn’t even replying to my messages. And it had been two days since he was on Whatsapp. Where could my baby be?

Around three in the afternoon I told Zaahir I was going to go look for Dario but Zaahir didn’t want me to go.

“You aren’t going anywhere Bishni!” Zaahir said.

“Please Zaahir! I have to go find Dario. We had a fight. Something might be wrong with him.”

“Jy gaan nerens nie Bishni! Go to your room and stay there!”

“Screw you Zaahir! Always I had to stand up for you and do your murder shit for you but you do nothing for me!”

“You don’t talk to me that way! I’m your brother and you’ll listen to me when I say it’s not the right time to go and look for Dario! Understand Bishni, kanala man!

“Understand what! That you are a shit brother?!”

Zaahir slapped me in my face. I guesds I deserved that.

“Bishni, I’m sorry… Bish…”

I ran out of the door and up in the street.

I waited for a taxi and I went to Dario’s house. The gate was locked so I climbed over. I knocked on the door and Dario opened.

“Bishni… what… why is your face like this? Who did this to you?”

“Zaahir! We had an argument and I said something bad to him, I didn’t mean it Dario. Then he slapped me because I didn’t wanna listen.”

Dario put his arms around me and put my head against his chest.

“It’s okay babe, don’t cry, everything will be okay angel. I’m here,” he said as he picked me up and undressed me and put me in a hot bubble bath. Then he left.

I don’t know where he went but he was gone for long. I got out of the bath and into his bed. I didn’t have pjs so I put on his t-shirt and I fell asleep.

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