Sakher Tarazi works as Sheikh Hamdan's personal assistant and while he has developed a brotherly-like relationship with him, he bears scars from a tortured past.
One day, he unexpectedly runs into a familiar face he has not seen in a long time and o...
These last couple of days I've been ignoring Fazza's calls and texts. He was the last person I wanted to see and yet I found myself missing him. One of the texts he sent me was a tad bit hilarious because he was like 'The jig's up. Come home!'
Yeah, like I was going to go home just because he told me to. Not that I was a rebel but I was not one to let others tell me how to live my life. My mom had disappointed me enough with her secrets and how those secrets not only hurt me but seriously messed up my little brother who was now dealing with the blows and consequences of her cruelty.
My mom was always cold and calculating but I never imagined she would be such a frigid narcissist like she was with him, and with me when I tried to defend him after the recent crisis we all faced.
Like Dawoud, I was left wondering what other secrets she had up her sleeve that we were yet to learn.
I observed the lunch rush, which was booming and the restaurant was doing better than great. Especially because dinnertime was far more profitable.
Then I saw Fazza walk in and again, I had a feeling he was not here for the food. I pretended I did not see him to hopefully not have to face him but from my peripherals, I could tell he was walking toward me.
I looked up and he sat down in front of me while Saeed Hilal sat at a nearby table. Our eyes locked on each other for a long time before either of us broke the ice. And the stare he was giving me was an icy one.
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"What brings you to my restaurant, again?" I asked, putting down the paperwork I was doing.
"I just wanted to come and see how you were doing."
I sighed loudly and took off my glasses.
"I wasn't born yesterday. You came to ask me when I'm coming back, right?"
"Come on Sakher. I know our opinions differ greatly but this is ridiculous. Over vigilantism?"
"Yes, our views are different but you're literally trying to change my personal views when they are mines and mines alone, not to mention you wanting to put a bodyguard to watch my every move even after I had said No."
"I am trying to protect you!"
"I can protect myself. I've been through a lot, got bullied at school for being the shortest and smallest kid in class. I even got bullied in high school and I did not need any assistance from anyone since my mom only came to see me like what, twice a year, three times if I was lucky."
"I get you did not have your mom but your Aunt Nasreen took care of you. You also need to understand that I worry as much as your mom and aunt do."
"My mom, worrying about me?" I laughed. "Forget her, only my aunt ever gave a damn about me. And I appreciate your help and your wanting to look out for me but it's not necessary and please, don't do anything that requires me to be watched."
