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Well, I always wondered what people would do if they had bipolar friends, now I don't have to wonder anymore, because not only I met one, but I am living with him. Yup, I finally came to the conclusion that Mr. Serious face is bipolar, because one moment he is sweet, and the next he is Satan's best friend. Wait did I just think that? How weird am I? Anyways, he must be waiting for me right now to go to the airport, apparently, we are going to fly on an airplane to go to London. I am so excited because this is my first time, also scared because I can not understand how something as heavy as an airplane can fly in the sky. Maybe I am just dumb, but still, how can that be possible? I took my backpack and suitcase, the only things I have from home, looked at the room, before going through the door and closing it behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with him, looking handsome as always (Hey, I have the right to think that, because you know, he is my husband, so stop looking at me like that). He took my suitcase, I was about to say something but his eyes stopped me; so I shut my mouth and followed him downstairs. What I was not expecting was seeing my dad and Omar waiting for me in the living room. I just ran towards Omar, not looking anywhere else and engulfed him in a tight hug, Oh how I missed this little devil. 

"I miss you so much baby, how you've been?" I asked trying so hard not to cry in front of him

"Not so good, I missed you already and papa said that you were going to go far away" 

"Has he been nice to you Omar?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know the answer

"Yes, he has been cooking for me, playing with me, but I still refused to share my nutella with him. I told him that I was only going to share it with you" He said sounding proud. Oh, how I love this little monkey

I felt a hand on my arm before hearing his voice

"It is time to leave green" He said with a serious face, why is he always like this? I think he should smile often

"But, but," I said, not even sure what I wanted to say since my dumb brain decided to freeze

"You will be able to say bye, we are driving them first" He said pointing at Omar and papa

"Sure", I said taking Omar's hand and going first in the car, leaving the rest behind, wanting to spend more time with Omar. Malik went on the driver's sit and papa sat on the opposite, since I was sitting comfortably in the back with Omar

During the whole ride, Omar and I were the only ones talking about everything and nothing. And right now, we were discussing about chicken and fish, which was better. He didn't want to admit that chicken was life. After what felt like 10 second, we were already in front of my home, or should I say my old house. That was fast. I got out of the car with him, while holding his hand. Dad and Malik were still in the car, and I would be lying if I said I was not curious as to what they were talking about, maybe they did not want us to hear them. Anyways I continued my conversation, or should I say my argument with my baby brother

"Fine sis, you won, just once again, you proved me how you are always right. You know what? I want to be like you when I grow up" I froze after hearing this

What do you respond to something like this? I've never been to college, I am poor, and basically is doing all of this for him? I am in a loveless marriage, my dad is not talking to me like he used to, I am leaving my family, my country with a stranger, because that is what Malik is after all. Do I want him to be like me? The answer is a clear no; I want him to go to school, go to college, find a good and honest job, and settle down with a woman of his choice, I want him to be happy, this is what I want for him. 

"Omar, I want you to be better than me, I want you to be happy, but by doing the right thing. Promess me you will always do the right thing?"

"I promise you min"

I smiled after hearing the nickname, he invented just for me. When he was still a baby, he couldn't say my whole name and used to call me min (meen), and I guess we both got used to it. My Dad got out of the car and gave me a hug. Wait what? Am I dreaming or what? I pinched myself to see if this was real or not

"Ouch"

"Are you seriously pinching yourself right now? I can do it for you if you want to" He said smiling. Am I the only one confused here? Are we having a convo like normal people right now?

"No it's okay no need to"

"Take care of yourself okay? I know your mother raised you the right way, we raised you the right way, and now, it's time for you to have your own family. She would have been so proud of you. I am so sorry for what I made you go through, and I hope you will forgive me one day" He said crying. Okay guys, too much emotions for one day, I have never seen him cry, actually I did, but that was the day Mom died, I didn't expect him to cry over this. I have already forgiven him, but I would not let him know, at least not yet.

"I just need time you know, I am not mad at you"

" I just hope we would stay in contact"

"Me too."

"Go now, you husband is waiting for you, come and visit whenever you can" He said looking at me with tired eyes. I did not realize he was getting old, his face has a lot of wrinkles and his eyes are just sad. I went to him and gave him a hug. I went to Omar and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

"See you soon brother" I said with a smile on my lips

"See you later sis" This was our way of letting each other know that we are not far, and we are always connected. I nodded my head at my father, hoping that our eyes were able to say everything that words couldn't. I went to the front, not wanting him to think that he is a taxi driver. I put my seatbelt on and turned my head on my right so I wouldn't meet a pair of intense silver eyes.

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