MY STORY

10.

Now

Dahir was pissed, he was beyond livid. He could be the calmest person on earth, but whenever he got angry; oh No, nobody wants to experience that. It would take hours, No, days sometimes even weeks for him to cool down

But most of all he was exhausted, he was tired, tired from all these hassles and shambles in his life. Couldn't he just live a normal life like any other person on earth? A long retired sigh escaped his lips

And to top that off, there was the stress from work. It was getting unbearable for him, too much. A child he's been treating is getting worse and by Allah he doesn't know what to do. It shattered him

He was driving back from the hospital around the early hours of midnight, and he couldn't help but let his mind wander off to the encounter he had with his parents earlier. He had walked into the compound of the house, not after setting his eyes on Habu, the gateman. And he was sleeping on his bench like he always does

Dahir shook his head and briskly walked further, he spotted Ami coming out of the house. She immediately ran to him and hugged him "Yaya" She croaked out
His own arms went around her back as he rubbed soothing circles "I know Ami, I know" He mumbled as she cried on his chest, when she pulled back he used his thumb to swipe the tears clean of her cheek "This too, shall pass my love" He added, stroking her head gently

He heard her sniffle "InshaAllah Yaya"

His arms went around her shoulder "Now, Khairi is outside in my car, will you please go keep her company?" He pleaded and his sister nodded almost immediately, he whispered a thank you and proceeded to meet his parents

The main parlor was empty so he strode into the kitchen and successfully found her sipping on an Orange juice straight from the carton. No matter what happens with his parents, the one thing he would never do is disrespect them
They're still his parents anyway, and Allah SWT said the next set of people that needs total submission after himself and his messenger, are your parents. So he respectfully crouched down "Assalamu alaikum, Mummy ina wuni"

She was leaning against the kitchen counter and he stood opposite to her with the kitchen island separating them "Lafiya" She answered curtly, not meeting his eyes and not even bothering to answer his salaam

His arms crossed across his chest, he looked at her pointedly. Albeit he was trying as hard as he could to remain calm, but that wasn't possible in this situation "Mummy, seriously? Again? I thought we were over this"

She kept mum and her eyes were shifty, and he was shooting daggers at her "You're right Dahiru, we're a million percent off this. And I want out" She fumed "I want out of this—whatever this is" Her arms were flailing all over the place despairingly

Dahir released an irritated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose as his eyes clenched shut subconsciously "I thought we talked about this, I thought we saw eye to eye"

"There is no seeing eye to eye on this matter, your father—" As if on cue, he sauntered into the kitchen with a smile, and a phone glued to his ear. His head shot up and the smile faded "I'll call you later" He muttered and ended his call

His mother laughed sardonically, and she walked from the other end of the kitchen until she was standing before her husband. Mummy was a short plump woman, and she was chubby. With eyes like that of Korean origin and cheeks that seem to have caved in her nose
Whilst Daddy on the other hand is a huge hulking man, something close to a giant. So when she stood next to him, she had to crane her neck up to convey her message "Talking to one of the girlfriends I see"