بسم الله الرحمن الرحىم🌹
Hanan's POV
Silently walking out to the parlor I met no one, the place was eerily silent that a pin drop could be heard.
I smiled slightly, the serenity of the place made me feels in another world, I liked being in a quiet place the feelings is what made me feels different and happy. it always helps me gather my thoughts in one place, find a solution to my problems and moreover think of my future and myself in particular.
I don't know if any of my brothers is at home but by Allah I knew if I seat here ya Adil will ruin this special mood for me. so, walking to the kitchen I made a cup of coffee then walk through the back door to our small yet beautiful garden, it's one of my best place in the whole house it's among places that made me feels completed.
I walks in brushing my hand against the green plants that sat around the garden in a circle, sipping my coffee quietly.
I love this moment of my life it always makes me thank almighty Allah for the gift of life sometimes when I'm all alone I wonder why some people are noisy being like this makes me above the clouds it makes me love myself and my life more
I walked into the other side of the garden which has a teeter-totter, swing and many playing instrument just like a playground and there I saw ya Amar on a swing moving forwards and backwards silently with a slight frown
that even reminds me that we need to talk he hadn't been himself these past days "yaya" I called out for him and his gaze swivelled to my direction, his face instantly soften he waved at me then leaps from the swing "baby sis" he walks to me and pecked my forehead before holding my hand in his and we walked to the block made chairs
At first it was a comfortable silent before I broke the silence "tell me ya Ammar, what is it, I would make sure to help you out of it you know I always do" I said ever so calmly he turned to stared at my face for some second before he took my hand in his "it's nothing to worry about lil..." "don't tell me that, I'm not buying it" I cut him midsentence and he signed "fine whatever" he surrendered "Hameed, it's Hameed did you know him" he asked
Hameed POV
"Hameed kangiwa wake up pls" I heard him said dragging my duvet, I turned on the bed enfolding myself more into the duvet "for Allah's sake kangiwa" he shook me angrily "what the hell did you want Anwar, leave me alone for Allah's sake I want to sleep" I hissed sitting upward "tell me what the hell did you want dude" I asked again eyeing him intensely, if look could kill he would have
been ten feets under I hated it when someone wakes me from sleep, more especially when I'm tired when I have slept, he frantically knew how to disturb my life "here" he passed me my phone "your dad has been calling" he added before turning to leave the room I knew he's mad at me for shouting at him but he knew better than anyone how I hated to be waked from sleep and he was the one that made me slept earlier.I came back tired from lectures and when he saw me he forced me to take a nap and now he was the one disturbing me even thought it wasn't intentional.
I rose to my feet, exhausted from the lack of sleep then slothfully walked to the loo to freshen up, I spent less than twenty minute in doing so, once done I set for the dressing mirror to get ready then used my phone to dial my father's number and placed it on speaker then started rubbing my cream all over my body, it rang twice before he picked up
"Assalamu Alykum warahmatullah Habibi" I said bubbly "waalaikumus Salam" he answered with same cheerful tone I used "how have you been dada, I saw your missed call" I said "I'm fine Alhamdullillah, I had been calling you where were you" he asked "I was sleeping" I answered sincerely "sleeping" he mused "I was just tired dada, I came back exhausted from school, so I just napped" I explained "okay, good! you make sure to have a good rest Everytime" he said "I will, I have missed you dada" I admitted " it same here my child, when are you having a semester break" he asked "the week after next" "okay you're coming home for your holiday right" he asked further " that was what I was planning, this time the break is going to be longer than usual" I answered "okay I would have been glad I really need to see you" he said lovingly "I also can't wait to come home for you Dad" I said sincerely "you're always welcome son and don't forget to call me, I should be going now we shall talk later" "okay dad" I smiled "you take care of yourself for me" he said "in Sha Allah and you too" "ok ma'assalam" "ma'assalam" and he ended the call.
I stood to my feet then walked to my closet to find something comfortable for myself, just a simply T-shirt that has a V-shaped neck which I paired with a three-quarter trousers then settled myself on the couch.
I spent almost an hour using my phone before I heard the door swung opened I knew it was Anwar, he had be the only person to come in at this time of the day and without a salam, that because he's still mad at me
I moved my phone aside to look at him for few seconds before I continued what I was doing, he knew I wouldn't talk to him, that had been my habit I hated noise and I hated talking too much, is not like I wasn't sorry for what I did earlier it just that it's requires a lot of energy from me to open my mouth and talk.
My dad was the only person I open up to he's the only person I talked too much with not even Anwar the nearest person to me after my dad. that's because my dad was the love of my life he had been my mom and my dad for my whole life
"Talk to me" Anwar said standing before me with folded arms I gave him a pleading look and he knew exactly what I meant but he insisted again "just talk to me" I had talked enough today I don't want to talk too much it can cause me headache but anyways "I'm sorry" I said almost inaudible, he smirked "stupid fella In Sha Allah you're marrying a talkative and noisy wife" he said walking away I signed, what kind of friend did I have, turning to the other side of the couch I continue operating my phone.
Chapter two is down lovelies 😍
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