The Bad Boy's Girl (COMPLETE)

Pure Intention Matters

Like that, our whole day passed by. It was probably the best day we even had with Auntie's family. They've been so bored, especially Warda's been extra quiet. I wondered why, trying to sum up the clues, just as Amir head back into the room, puts his prayer mat away, and shyly looks down. "Were you praying?" I asked him, smiling. He nodded shyly, and I grabbed him into a tight hug as I thought about what I'd ever done to make him come so far in Islam.

Hold up, Annie.

You've done so much to help him become the person he is today. He literally cheated on you in half of your marriage and slept around with other girls, flirted with them right in front of your face, drunk beer and watched inappropriate movies, smoked weed and marijuana which made your house stink and was killing you and still is slowly inside, left your newborns alone on the unprofessional maid, forced you to go to a bar in a miniskirt equivalent to underwear and a crop top equivalent to a bra, forced you many times in public to open your hair and abused you the first time you made love to him. He yelled at you constantly and still does, didn't even ask about cleaning or washing up, kept the room dirty and never listened to you and neither did he ever talk to you. His attitude is bipolar and switches every second, and he either wants to scream at you, wants you to be his maid and that's it, or wants to make love to you or wants to never see your face near his. He has his moods like a fourteen year old who's on her period and also is mentally challenged and has anger management issues and goes to rehab. He's equivalent to a child who needs attention and love.

He put me through hell and back.

Yet love is so unusual that even after ripping your heart to shreds over and over again, you still love him unconditionally.

And the little things count the most.

     "You make me so happy, babe.." I whisper into bis neck as he pulled me onto the sofa and kissed my forehead.

"Thanks. It's my goal." He replied. I grinned at him. Just then Inaya interrupted our romance with a cry. I groaned, but wasn't that angry. After
all, I love her. It just gets slightly annoying at times.

     After feeding her,I let her sleep, and I swear my cramps won't stop. They're coming every minute and stopping, then returning. Ugh, girl problems. I decide to watch some iisuperwomanii, which is my bae. She's so funny and relatable that I always clutch my stomach laughing when I watch her videos. No wonder she was so many subscribers. Muna got me into her, like anything else.

"Honey, I'm hungry. How about everyone else, can you ask them please?"I told Amir. He walked up to me.

"You think I can't do that? I can do anything for you." He grinned,leaned in, and I felt my hormones escalating. Great. I wrap my arms on his neck and his arms are on my lower waist.

   He then pulled away and winked, And walked out of the room.i tip toed to check on the babies, and they were deep in sleep, and I smiled at them. As I waited I headed downstairs with the baby monitor. Time to cook.

I grabbed some noddles and cheese. Let's make macaroni with fries. It actually tastes so good, I'm not even kidding. When I'm pretty tired and on my days, I usually throw in a casual recipe. And I get mina to help me. "Mina!" I called and she came.

"Yes. Need help?" I nod at her. "Please take out the pack of fries and start boiling the oil on the fry pan, and get the cheese to a side. I need you to also make noodles. I'll cut the little chicken pieces over here." I told her. She smiled and nodded.

I turned to the washed chicken and started cutting it into little pieces. It looked good. Then I put the spices on it, and fried it on another pan. It was ready. By then Amir had came and told they were pretty hungry so we should eat. Adem and Amir played cards at the living room and Warda was on her phone. Auntie was taking a shower. As usual. I've noticed she's been hiding for long and hasn't been interacting much, with anyone.

I finally ushered mina to take out the plates, since the meal was ready. I put it into a bowl and grabbed a spoon for them to take it out. After that, I placed some plates on the table and grabbed the juice box if anyone needed it. I also took a huge and elegant jug and washed it, then put sparkling water into it, and placed cups. I Also took out the vegetable rolls I made yesterday and put them to aside.

"food is ready," I told everyone. Warda and Adem smiled and sat at the table. Amir did too.

"Where's auntie ? Is she still showering?" I asked Adem. He shrugged.

"I guess so." He told me. Amir frowned. Why is auntie so hidden? I wondered.

"I'll go get her, you guys please start. Oh and here, mina , bring out the salad you cut,"I called out and mina brings out the salad.

I nodded and rushed upstairs. I was hungry myself, and I was so tired for some reason. Girl problems, I remembered and groaned. I reached her room, and I heard her shuffling around. "Hello, " she said, before shuffling some more, and I was about to reply until she talked more: "Qasim, you never pick up. Finally, you did. I have to talk to you about Warda." She angrily mumbled, and I backed away, again not wanting to eavesdrop. I bumped into the wall and cursed, I was surrounded because her voice was coming closer and closer, and I was backed away on the opposite wall. The only thing on this dead end was the door that lead to a deck, and that door sure did make noise when you would open it.

     I panicked. My heart beat faster, as her voice crept closer. She was exiting her room. I bit my lip. If she saw me, she would think I was eavesdropping when I had no intention of doing so! YA allah!!! I remind myself to keep trust in him, for he knows I wasn't the wrong one.

     "Yes, she's begging on wearing hijab! Like seriously, she'll look like an old lady on a funeral and she wants that. She doesn't care about my respect. If anyone saw me, a salon owner, a fashion stylist, and saw her, as my daughter, they'd laugh like crazy! And I don't want that, but she keeps on blabbering about Islam. Like I'm muslim, okay, and I know. But she wants a towel wrapped around her head!" Auntie whispered, and I heard her voice almost out the door.

     I bit my lip and tried to shut my ears, poke my fingers in them, but her angry voice still was in my head,and I was surprised. She thought of a hijab in this way. I didn't even think. Mummy, such a nice and Islamic lady and auntie, so not. I shut myself up. I shouldn't be the one to judge. Right?

    "Yes, And it's bad enough Annie wears a hijab and she's trying to influence Warda!" I gasped, covering my mouth. Just then, her door creaked all the way open and my heart sped faster than ever before, my palms sweaty as I awaited for my doom.

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