MOAMU- The Way It Should Have Been
To be honest, I am disgusted with the way EastEnders treated the 6th Jan. All us Chryedians were expecting something more than just a two minutes scene, mostly filled with Amira, and a tentative handhold. I'm surprised Johnny or Marc didn't have something to say about it. Oh well… this is for the lack of screentime. Enjoy! (Dedicated to my new best friend, FeatherB!)
"Christian!" I can hear him running up behind me. "CHRISTIAN!" I turn.
"What!" I say angrily.
"Can we talk?"
"I think we've said all there is to say don't you?" I go to leave but he grabs my wrist.
"Listen to me please."
"NO ALRIGHT! I get it Syed. You're back in the closet. You don't need to explain yourself to me." Again, I try to leave.
"For fuck sakes Christian, will you just listen to me!" That's the first time I've heard him swear at me, whilst he's angry anyway.
"Fine!" I retort back, "What is it you've got to say?"
"Not here." He's calmer, but not completely. And as for the 'not here', well, he can think again.
"No, here. We're not going back to the flat because you could try to jump me. Besides, I want your parents to see this."
"Ok." He says as he walks into the gardens in the middle of the Square. I follow.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I catch up with him.
"We can talk here." Arthur's Bench. The scene of many a talk before during the affair. I sit next to him. We sit in awkward silence until he speaks. "I'm gonna explain, but I need you to keep quiet ad just listen." He pauses, searching my face with his eyes, until I nod in agreement. "What happened yesterday in the Vic…"
"Christian, please, just listen. I don't know what Amira was playing at, but I ran as fast as I could. I gave her a right bollocking when we got home. I guess it was that which made me realise what I want from life. You. That, and seeing you and that guy together again. Who was he anyway?"
"His name's Aaron, and I almost had a one night stand with him. But I couldn't. It would've meant betraying you. I'm sorry for the way I've behaved since I came back, but you know what I'm like. When I feel like I'm losing you, these defences come up and my way of dealing with it is to become an utter dickhead who gets drunk and picks up strangers. I'm sorry." I really was. For the first time in a long time, I was.
"I get it Christian. I know you, remember? Besides, nothing happened. Anyway, I have something that might cheer you up." He stands up and gets something out of his back pocket. He hands it to me. "Read it." I do. As I do, I can't believe it:
I, Amira Masood (née Shah), do divorce thee, Syed Masood, on the basis of adultery on your part.
Amira Masood (née Shah) Syed Masood
"All I need is to post them." Syed mutters. I stand up and look him in the eyes. "How did you convince her too do this?"
"I had help from Qadim." WHAT!
"Qadim? Are you mad! He hates you! He could've killed you!" How could he do this? He could be dead right now!
"I barely spoke to him. I just gave him the papers, indicated for him to read them, and when he had, all I said was 'help me convince her to sign them. Please. Then you'll be free of me forever.' And he did."
"Where is she now?" I asked, trying not to get too worked up.
"She's packing to leave." He states matter-of-factly.
"Is she? Is she really leaving?"
"Yes I am." We both turn to see Amira standing there, Yasmin in her arms.
"Amira…" I attempt, nut she interrupts me.
"Save it. I was stupid to think I could compete with you for Syed's love. You're the only person who makes him happy, I see that now. Look after him." She smiles at me before turning to Syed. "Syed, I'm sorry for the way I acted. I guess I thought I could win you back. I was wrong. I know where your heart lies, I accept that. You have my blessing. As for kissing you yesterday, I was only trying to make Christian jealous and warn him off of you. Sorry." To me, "Sorry." Back to Syed, "Anyway, Dad's waiting for me. Say goodbye to Yasmin." Amira hands the little girl to Syed and I can't help but feel a bit teary. He holds his daughter close as he whispers to her in Urdu. The image is so cute. Syed gives Yasmin a kiss before handing her back to Amira. She looks at me.
"Do you want to say goodbye to her?" I'm shocked that she's saying this, but my mind's already made up.
"Yes." She passes Yasmin to me and I hold this fragile little life tight in my arms. She has her Dad's eyes, I see now. Now I'm really getting emotional, so I kiss her and hand her back to her Mum before I start to cry. Amira says her goodbyes then both Syed and I watch as she gets in the car and Qadim drives away. I turn to Syed.
"Christian…" "Syed…" We speak at the same time. "You first." I say.
"Where do we go from here Christian? Are you willing to give it another go?"
I pretend to think about it before pulling him into a breath taking kiss. I mumble against his lips, "Is that a good enough answer for you?"
"Yep. I love you," he whispers.
"I love you too. Let's go home." I lace my hand through his and lead him to the flat, where we shut the door on the rest of the world and before showing each other just how much we love the other. As we do, a phrase flitters through my head and I decide t will forever be out motto: Love Will Always Prevail.
I am on the same wavelength as CAML and would kindly like to ask you to leave. You are like a lingering bad smell that refuses to go away and now that Syed is back with Christian, you have no place in Albert Square any more. So do, not just all us Chryedians, but Syed and Christian too, a big favour and sod off. Nobody likes you, sooo… bye!