42. Unfriending

Aleesha walks into the room with a tray holding Sa'eed's breakfast. Nowadays, he's been very demanding. Always comparing her to that disgusting being - Halima. She spurns away the thought from her mind and puts on her best smile as she tries to walk comfortably in Sa'eed's favorite cloth of Halima's - a milk colored atamfa with chocolate leafy patterns - which made her realize Halima is way more bustier, buxomer and way more curvaceous than she can ever be. 

The cloth doesn't fit her at all. She had to use several safety pins to hold it in numerous places so it can fit but even then, she looks like a miniscule, a wee woman. It's like placing a child's habd in a bowl and expecting it to fill it up. 

Walking carefully so that the train of the cloth doesn't fall her down, she drops the tray in front of Sa'eed and heaves a sigh of relief, exasperatedly. Sa'eed gives her s skeptical look, as if trying to weigh her up.