49. Introduction

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"Oh dear heart, please be still." Zulqa says dramatically and Lash laughs, shaking her head. The drive to his parent's house seems shorter than usual as they make light conversations.

They arrive at the house and soon they're inside. Still not satisfied with the look she gave the house the last time they were here, Lash gapes at the house discretely. From where she's sees standing on the raised platform of the foyer, she can sight a thatched like hut which is definitely a gazebo.

The lobby is painted in gray and white, giving it the required office look. As she strolls inside, she sees the lounge which is huge. Not that huge though but it can surely house maybe a hundred people. It's painted in rich gold and black with touches of white. Dual colored Dubai royal chairs cover most of the space in the lounge forming a rectangle. In the space at the middle is a black center carpet with a black coffee table atop it.

Lash sits down and looks up, a large chandelier that looks like it's dripping silver adorns the ceiling which has POP covering it. She drops her head down so as not to seem uncivilized. Ahead of where she sits, she sights a room without a door separating it from the lobby. It has a huge black dining table with matching black chairs that can take almost fifty people maybe. Who knows?

A maid comes and drops a tray of assortments on the table in front of Lash and she smiles at her. On the tray is samosa in a plate and it seems to be steaming hot. There's pepper chicken also, with salad beside it. Then there's chilled water, then hibiscus drink, popularly known as Zobo.

This family sure knows how to welcome their guest food wise. It seems like just a teaser, not enough to fill up the stomach, but also just enough to saturate any outstanding hunger.

Within a few minutes, two girls that look extremely similar come out wearing the exact same cloth. A yellow maxi dress with auburn paintings which complements their light skin. Auburn caps sit atop their head. With the uncanny resemblance, they're surely twins.

"Assalamu Alaikum. I'm Hussaina, the last born of the house. I'm sure you're Aisha Humaira, the very famous HumyLash that makes Yaya Zulqa..." The rest of the girl's words are muffled by her second who smiles a saccharine smile at Lash before dragging the Hussaina with her.

"What did Yaya Zulqananyn say about giving too much information? You just can't seem to control your mouth can you?" The other girl says and Hussaina huffs.

"Sorry about that, I'm Hassana but I prefer to be called Maryam. I'm that dumbell's twin." The other girl says and Hussaina pouts.

"Oh my, sister in law, you're here. Please make yourself at home. Hussaina, don't disturb her, Hassana make sure she doesn't disturb her. Sister in law, I'll be back. I stink and I need to take a bath." The jovial man Lash recognizes says. She smiles at him and he jogs upstairs. An exact carbon copy of his comes downstairs wearing nothing except Calvin Klein shorts.

"That's Ya Aws, he's the lady's guy. A spy or as he likes to call it, secret agent or detective." Hassana says and Lash nods.

"Hussaina, how many times have I told you not to.... Subhanallah." Aws' look alike jogs back upstairs making them all to laugh including Lash.

"That's Ya Awf, he's more of a nerd. He's a published author." Hassana says and Hussaina quickly sneaks a samosa into her mouth.

"You can have it all if you want, I don't mind." Lash pushes the tray to Hussaina. Hassana who's backing her glares at her.

"Oh! So you seriously can't keep your hands to yourself? You took twenty samosas Hussaina, twenty!" Hassana exclaims.

"God I'm so tired, Hussaina get me some water please. And tell Halima to get me some of those samosas. Who said modeling is an easy thing to do? That person is a bloody liar. Like does the person know how long it takes to get dressed, then sit for makeup, then pose. Then change." The girl huffs. At the mention of Halima, Lash's heart skip a beat. She needs to look for that girl and apologize to her.

"Yaya Qiffdiya, open your eyes and look in front of you." Hussaina chuckles.

"You want to start your madness koh? Better know it's not me and you that will do that one." The Qiffdiya girl says.

"Modeling has never been easy and will never be. But if it's your passion, then it wouldn't stress you out much." Lash says.

"Hussy is that one of your friends?" Qiffdiya asks.

"Nop. This is Yaya Zulqanayn's girlfriend." Qiffdiya's eyes fly open.

"She's here, already. But no one told me she's coming. I probably stink. God let me go and bath then I'll introduce myself." Qiffdiya rushes upstairs with her veil serving as a train for her.

"That's Yaya Mariya, but we call her Yaya Qiffdiya. She's a model and a brand influencer." Hassana says.

"I'm here. Who missed me? I know I know, calm down. Don't rush to see me, there's enough Halima for everyone." The girl smiles.

"And here comes the so called spec, Yaya Halee. She hates it when one adds any sign of respect to her name. She says it makes her feel old." Lash laughs.



As they reach the hospital, Sa'eed walks out, tailing behind the driver who is to show him the way to his mother's room. It sounds absurd, even to Sa'eed's ears. How can it be that it's a mere driver that's showing him his own mother's room? That alone speaks volumes of how much of a good son he is.

The driver stops abruptly and shows Sa'eed the room. Thankfully, Sa'eed nods and enters the room. Thank goodness there's no one there. He's not ready to deal with any body's drama right now. As he sits beside her, the call to Zuhr prayer is made.

"Ammi, I'm very sorry. I've failed you and Abba. Can you believe that I raped Halima? And she was under treatment. So if she doesn't get to give birth now it's all my fault. And Halima loves babies so much. I'm such a disgrace to both you and Abba. All of my siblings are so perfect at what they do but not me. I'm sorry I did this. I'm the cause of your situation." Tears fall out of Sa'eed's eyes. He holds Innayo's hands and to his utmost surprise she starts moving. Her hand hurriedly removes her oxygen mask and she starts hyperventilating.

Beepings and different sounds fill Sa'eed's ears and he presses the red button by the side of her bed countless times. Seeing as there's no reply, he runs out confused and scared shitless.

"Is there any doctor in this fucking hospital or are you all just fucking deaf?" Sa'eed shouts at the empty corridors and a doctor followed by two nurses appear. Soon enough, the beeping is stopped and Amal, Afnan and Fatima come by running.

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