My Broken Half

Broken 17- Prison Break

Dedicating this chapter to Frightfulelegance. Such an amazing watt friend, thank you doll for featuring my book as a Unique one. Jazakallah khair, sister.

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I press the bell button, I take a deep breath and suddenly the door is opened. I try to keep myself strong as I meet my mother's surprised gaze. "Ilhaam." She says deafying my ears. "What are you doing here? Who is that boy?" She asks.

 "Surprise." I say no excitment in my voice.

"You-." Mum says giving me a look that got me totally thrilled inside. "Nooo." She said reaching to us for a triple hug, she takes Zack in her arms all smiles. "This is the boy you told me about?" Zack looks shy as Mum pats him, and it softens my heart that she is recieving him with so much affection. "Who would abandon such a handsome boy?" She says, and I chuckle on the inside. If she only knew.

I slide the suitcases inside and look around recognising this knowing air. "Hamza, you have a friend to play with." Mum says and I only smile unable to bring myself to an unconcerned expression.

She sits by the sofa and tries talking to Zack, he just shys his gaze away to me. I shrug in a smile. I sit and try everyway possible to look as natural as possible, praying that she asks no question, because I know that I will break down right away.

She turns her attention to me in a warm smile. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming? So that I could do some shopping to prepare you a warm dinner." She complains and I mentally roll my eyes.

"Mum, this is home. I can come uninvited, can't I?" I utter as I play with my fingers.

"Uninvited and unannounced are two different things." She points out and I sigh.

"It was a surprise, didn't you like it?" I ask in a attempting smile. 

"Of course I did, I missed you so much. My only daughter married and is living so far from me, I can't visit her on the weekends, and neither can she." She says in the most pity expression, I so missed her sarcastic self. Can't wait until she says something sarcastic, and I will be like 'this is what home tastes like'.

"I will be staying for a while." Or forever, Allah know what's going to happened because I have no idea how long things are going to be this hurtful.

"Welcome home. How is Fahmy doing? Have you called him to inform that you have arrived?" She demands and I calculate in my head the possibility of a problem being raised now if I tell the truth and it's hundred percent. There goes procastinater Ilhaam again.

I clean my throat managing some convincing easy way out of this. "Umm, he... I will... I mean have called him to tell him that the plain landed safely, safely."

"Yeah, because landing safely means that you are already at home with your parents and brothers." Mum, says and now I'm feeling at home. I laugh as I just knew that eventually she would say something sarcastic.

"Ok, I will call him." I say as I watch someone peek in the living room. "Hamzito." I call and he rubs his eyes all sleepy. I jog to him and hold him in an embrace. "Oh, how much I missed you." I say covering him in kisses.

"Come and meet-" mum says trying to remenber the name. 

"-Zack" I say, taking Hamza to her. As soon as he sees her stretches his hands to climb down to her lap. "You have a friend now." I say in a smile, as the two children look at each other with frowning and wonderous expression on their faces.

"You look slaughtered." Mum says out of nowhere, these are the comments that I can't afford to hear now. But there's no way mum would let that just pass unnoticed, mums are mums, you can't fool them with the biggest of the smiles; if your innerself is not in peace she will always know.

"It's just the trip." I say under a chuckle. "It was long." I look down to my fingers, entangling them in one another to avoid looking straight at her.

"Do you know that I removed you from my womb?" She had to make that perpetuate now.

"Mum, I'm just tired. Can we talk later, or tomorrow." Or never, because I don't know where to begin. I don't even know when or how we reached to this point.

I stand up and slide the suitcases to my old room that has been owned by someone else, but I'm kicking out whoever is here now. I slide out of my abaya and grab a towel to go take a shower. When I'm about to leave the room, mum is standing by the door just looking at me, and I just know she won't ket it go quietly.

I sigh and look at her impatiently. "Thats the hundreth time you are sighing ever since you stepped inside this house. Talk to your mother." She says and a tear betrays my attempts to keep my worries inside.

I rush to her and hold her tight in an embrace as she taps my back and whisper a hush in my hear. "Please, can you just assume that my tears are of joy, for finally seeing after some months?" I whisper as my head lays on her shoulder. "And I go to sleep."

"Sure, I can do that. TODAY." She points out and I nod before breaking from that embrace and heading to the bathroom. 

*Farheen's POV.*

I try to ignore my phone vibrating as I study a case, because my boss is going to pop up any minute and ask me ennumerous questions. But, who cares if I have a lot to do right. Now is just minus my defense, because I finally handed it and it was approved. Now is just wait for the day to defend it on that horrible stage where I have to show myself all confident and tell what I have learned for the past years I have been sitting on that chair in the university, plus one hard year without my friend.

I sigh and take it in my hand. All texts from Maliha and links that got me jumping from my sit. I call her right away, but takes long to answer after bombarding my phones with endless texts. "What are you talking about?" I demand walking up and down like a mad woman. "How was he arrested? Why?"

"I just saw it online. I was shocked too." She says from the other side of the phone.

"Does Dad know?" I demand.

"I don't know I haven't seen him or mum." She replies.

"Ok, I will just call Ilu, then." I say and hangup the phone calling Ilhaam right away. But her phone was out of reach, I try a couple of times more and it's still off. I groan to myself and try to call Zayn.

"Assalam Alleikum." I hear him say and greet him back quickly almost ununderstandable, and start blurbing. "Hey, hey. Calm down." Zayn says cutting me off, I stop and take a breath.

"Zayn." I say.

"Say it slowly." He says and I can hear the playfulness in his tone, totally him.

"Fahmy was arrested!" I say and it stayed between a question and a statement, which I didn't care just wanted to have some insight. Of course, if he has some.

"He's out. I bailed him." He says and I frown confused.

"How?" I wonder, when he's not even in Miami. 

"Well, I looked for the map of the prision he was. Then I went to a tattooer and tattooed all the map on my upper body." He says and I roll my eyes, not knowing if I was supposed to laugh or punch him over the phone for being funny in a serious situation. "Then, I got myself arrested-"

"-Zayn, I'm going to kill you. That's 'Prision Break'." I say and he cracks unable to keep the seriousness in his voice tone.

"I'm just kidding, Ms. Suleiman, always so serious. He wasn't even arrested, the guy didn't press charges." He explains and I sigh, but still worried somewhere inside.

"Which guy?" I demand.

"The one he punched in the airport. He just got handcuffed, because he was out of control." It had been very long since Fahmy let his anger get to this extrems. Since we started with martial arts, he got a couple of scolds from the master for getting into fights at school. But he was learning to control his anger.

"Oh, gosh. Fahmy. I will just try to call him." 

"Ok. Allah Hafiz."

"Allah hafiz." I say and hang up the call.