"Yes mom, I understand." Sabha mumbled into the phone, she wasn't really paying attention to whatever her mom was saying. She was pretty shaken up from the text she had received from Maha.
Me, Amir, and Asad watched from the kitchen as Sabha blinked hard trying not to cry. Sabha nodded then suddenly her face became angry "No mom, I won't do it." Her mom said something to her on the other end "But m-"
Then her mother shouted, Sabha pulled the phone away from her ear "Fine." She mumbled and then hung up. Boy, if that was my mom she would have strangled me over the phone.
She rubbed her forehead and put her phone down, It hit the table with a clatter. "What did she say?" Amir asked standing next to Sabha. She sighed "She want's me to hold a funeral for him." The way she said it makes it sounds like she's being forced to jump off a cliff.
"What's so bad about that?" Asad said, Sabha glared at him "What's wrong? I have to attend and plan a funeral for a person that threw me and my family away the second he got the chance! And he married my ex best friend's mother for ALLAH'S sake!"
Asad stood there waiting for Sabha to get over her anger. She sighed and mumbled a sorry "It's just... I don't forgive him. I gave him everything I had I gave him my love, and my organ! And that wasn't enough..."
Maha had texted her after telling her that the organ was fine and Sabha's dad actually passed away from heart failure. Turn's out, he had heart cancer and the doctor's couldn't catch it even though he was in the hospital for so long.
But again, what ALLAH want's happens. If thing's were different, my parent's would be here, and Sabha's family would be happy together. I sneakily looked at Asad who was still standing there probably angry at Sabha for yelling at him.
My parent's would have loved him.
I sighed and focused on Sabha, not everything has to be about me. In a way Sabha was right, If my dad threw everything away just for money then I would be pissed too. But, he was also her father and he loved her in a dark twisted way.
"Hold a funeral for him Sabha, he may be a bad man in your eyes but he has done lot's of other good things." Sabha's dad actually was a lot like my dad. He went to the Masjid every chance he got, he sended money to poor people in Pakistan and his own family if they were in trouble, and he never lied.
My dad was the same, despite being a business man he never lied. Even though that's the number one thing business men do, it earned him a lot of respect and that's why his company was actually doing super well.
If it wasn't for that house fire then he would still be here. And I wouldn't have to endure all the pain my aunt and Javaria had given me.
Speaking of them, I wonder how my aunt is doing. Are her and Uncle still together?
"Fine... I'll do it." Sabha grumbled and we all sighed with relief.
Sabha's POV
Heart Cancer? How could professional doctor's miss that? Something about this was off and I could feel it.
Even though what my dad did to my family and I was dirty, he was a good man. Rayyana was right, he deserved to leave this world just like how everyone would want their funeral.
I sat down in my dad's lawyer's office, he had called me over because of something. The door swung open behind me and I got up and smiled expecting to see the lawyer but instead I frowned and felt hatred deep inside of me.
Because standing there, was Maha's mom.
"Sabha? What are you doing here?" Her smile also fell off of her face when she saw me, this wicked witch... don't tell me...
"Oh! Mrs, Ali and Mrs. Malik so glad you could join us, please have a seat." The lawyer said walking to his desk and putting down his briefcase. Maha's mom sat down beside me with a huff.
"Let me begin by saying I am sorry for your loss, Now as I understand you two are mother and daughter?" I shook my head "No, she's my step mother." The lawyer nodded "Oh, so where is your real mother?"
"She's back in Pakistan." The lawyer nodded and wrote something down on the notepad he had taken out "Hm and are you aware that your father actually had some money saved over?" Me and Maha's mom looked at each other.
"No?" She said staring at the man with curiosity now "I see, well he had over 10,000 in his bank account and he has said that he wants this money to be given to Hamza Ali, Sabha Ali, and Safia Ali."
I can't believe this, my dad had money hidden from us? Over 10,000 he had money! So why did he leave my mom? None of this made sense. "Anything for me?" Maha's mom said fixing her hair.
I silently scoffed making her glare at me "No, sorry." The lawyer said shrugging. Maha's mom huffed "Whatever, why am I here?"
"I just needed to confirm that you are his second wife, and you are getting nothing of his. All of his will has been written to his first family."
She raised her perfectly straight eyebrow "So... to get this will Sabha, her mom and brother have to die?" I looked over at her and wondered should I be worried right now?
"Uh... no because the money is written to them." Maha's mom slammed her fist down on the table "RIDICULOUS! I GET NOTHING? I BROUGHT THAT CRIPPLED MAN INTO MY HOME FOR NOTHING?"
I looked over to the lawyer, was he thinking this was weird or is it just me? Cause this is weird.
She huffed and stormed out of his office leaving me and the lawyer behind. "Okay, Mrs. Malik you will get the money by today or tomorrow." I nodded my head and thanked him.
"If he had money, why would he just leave like that?" Rayyana asked taking a sip from her coffee mug. She had made coffee the way her mom taught her and damn was it delicious.
"That's what I was thinking!" I told her all about Maha's mom and all the weird nonsense she was saying. It made no sense, crippled? She took my dad in? How does any of this make sense?
I sighed and looked at my phone, it was opened to the calendar app and set for tomorrow was my dad's funeral.
I never thought that when the day came where I had to say bye to my dad, that I would be sitting a day before drinking coffee with my best friend not caring enough to cry. He was my dad, yet it felt like I was going to a relatives funeral that I have never met before.
Rayyana told me that I was probably feeling numb, or shocked. She had felt the same way when her grandfather passed away. Her grandfather was big piece in her life for her, so when her mom woke her up one day in Pakistan and told her that her first boy best friend had died she had done nothing but shrugged.
She got in trouble for not crying, but as soon as she saw her grandfather's body she started sobbing to no end.
Maybe I'll be like that tomorrow... I also felt bad for my mom and Hamza. Even though I claimed that I hated my dad, I had to admit that some part of me had some love left over for him.
Giving up an organ is a big choice that I had taken, and in the end it was a waste. But, I did it. I did for my dad, the man who fixed me and then broke me.
Because somewhere in my dark twisted heart, somewhere in my dark twisted life he was important to me.
And now, I had to say goodbye.
"Sabha?" Rayyana whispered, and that's when I realized that I was crying.
I was crying for the man who had broken me.
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