My phone rang at my bedside.
"Hello?" I said, sitting up straight on my bed.
"Hey! Whatcha doing?"
Said the person from the other side of the phone.
"Hey Aliya!
I’m Good, getting ready for the day. What about you?” I asked, getting up
from my bed.
"SARAH! BREAKFAST IS READY!"
Called my mom from the kitchen downstairs.
"Comm'n mom!" I said, pulling away the phone from my ear.
"Yeah, you were saying something?" I got back on my phone with Aliya.
"Yeah, I just wanted to inform you that we got our first babysitting call"
She said with excitement in her voice.
"Tell me about it!” I said, putting my phone on speaker, getting ready.
"There's this family, Ahmed family. They live in a mansion, by the countryside. A bit far from Islamabad."
She continued.
"They have a daughter, around 8 to 7 years old. Her name is Ayesha."
"Cool! So, do they do any job?" I said, sliding my wristwatch in my left hand.
"Yeah, Ahmeds do this solving supernatural issues, by going over to people's places, So they want us to take care of their daughter." Said Aliya.
"So, they're like exorcists?" I said, climbing down the stairs, to the kitchen, placing my phone to my ear.
"Exactly!” She replied.
“So, I’ll be at your place at 1:00 pm and we'll leave at 1:10. Kay?"
I glance at the clock, it was 11:30 am
"Kay, I’ve got plenty of time to pack up. We'll go in my car." I said and hang up.
"Good morning." I said to my mum, pulling a chair from beneath the kitchen
counter. She turns to me and gives me a look.
"What?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.
"Are you going to do something about your life?" She said, irritated.
"What!?" I said.
She raised her eyebrows at me again.
"C'mon mom, I'm trying to help you guys by doing a job. Why are you always
after me?" I said.
"It's for your own good honey. Almost all your cousins got married. And why are you even helping us? We're financially perfect, that's why we moved to
Islamabad."
"Mom, mom, mom. I'm just twenty. Why are you after my marriage? I'm not even bothering you guys, by asking for money or anything. That's why I'm doing a
job."
"Sarah, it's not about money, It's about your life. You're getting older.Do you want to die single?" Said mom.
I rolled my eyes.
"Mom, please. I'm not 30 or 50 years old. I've already told you guys, that I'll get married at 22, promise."
"What about your aunt's son? He's a Software Engineer. And besides your aunt is not like a typical evil aunt, she's also my friend." She said.
"MOM! Please. Not him!"
I said irritated.
He is such a flirt. I didn't like him at all.
I look at my watch, It was 11:50. I finish my breakfast and run into my room. I pull out my suitcase from my wardrobe and start to pack my stuff.
At 12:00 I finish my packing and go to the lounge to watch some t.v
downstairs. Somehow the time passed and it was 1:00
All of a sudden the doorbell started to ring.
"COMING!” I said running to the door to get it.
As I open the door, I find a girl of my age, standing, with a wide smile on
her face, her arms wide open, as if to hug me, beside her stood a baby pink
small suitcase and dark purple backpack, lying on the floor.
"Seriously!?"
I said, giving her a look. Still a wide smile on her face and her arms wide
open. I roll my eyes and finally hug her.
"Get my bags inside."
She said pulling away from my hug, walking inside my house.
"Hey Aunty" She said, waving at my mom
"Aliya! Hi, how are your parents?"Asked my mom.
"Good, what about you?" Aliya asked my mom.
"I'm good too dear." My mom replied.
Aliya sat on the couch to watch t.v and I walk into my room to get dressed.
Finally it was 1:10 and we both were all set to leave. I hugged my mom goodbye and left.
"Nice jumper." Aliya said as we loaded our luggage in the car trunk.
"Tell me something I don't know." I replied with a little smirk and pulled my
car from the driveway.
Aliya connected her cell with the car radio via Bluetooth as we hit the road.