Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 3: Strange visitor, Sulaiman

I planned how my day was going to go after I prayed subh the next day. I wanted to have a productive day and not idle around since it obviously weighs me down mentally so I planned to do my laundry and help with lunch and then afterwards, I'd go to Yaya Abdallah's house to spend the rest of the day. Sakina will be coming back from school by four which is right before I leave. So if she's up for it, we'd go there together. Yaya Abdallah's character rivals Abideen's and Baba's by a far gap as he's the the carbon copy of his mother, especially when it comes to character. He's really so so sweet and kind, just like his mother. And then his wife is super cool, which makes visiting his house fun overall.

A few minutes to seven, I grabbed my veil and decided to descend to the dining room. I know it's not seven yet, I just wanted to help the maid and Mama Suwaiba with arranging breakfast on the table. I'm really out for the productivity today, so fear me. I did not mention my mother because such 'lowly' job is something she'd never do, even on the days when she's the one cooking. I tell you, my mom's really one of a kind.

Opening the door of my room to leave for downstairs, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest in alert, as I nearly bumped into my- my mother. Speak of the devil.. I was honestly really flabbergasted. Don't be surprised if I tell you my mom doesn't even know how my room looks like since she rarely ever visits my room. Therefore if I feel surprised by having her turn up in front of my room when it's barely 7am, don't blame me. By the way, except for days when Baba is around, 7am is hardly her waking up time. She's more of a 10am-ish waker.

"G-good morning Mom" I stuttered, trying to catch my breath. I didn't know why I was suddenly hyperventilating.

"Why do you look so flustered? Do I have horns on my head or something?" She inquired, eyeing me.

"No, not at all" I quickly shook my head

"Well, what are your schedules for today? I hope you're not going out?" She asked, blowing at her nails

"I am going out. I'm going to Yaya Abdallah's house" I said

"Mtsww." She hissed "You're not going" she firmly added

"But why?!" I complained. I mean why not?

She roughly grabbed my hand and pushed me inside of my room, closing the door.

"Why are you always on your way to his house? Huh?" Yep, I know I'm in for it this morning.

"Your aunt, my blood sister Nusayba. She's in this town as your 'Yaya' is. Yet how long has it been since you last visited her? Why are you always after Suwaiba and her folks? Are they after you thesame way you're after them? Why can't you wise up? Kina badani wlhi(you keep disappointing me)" she scolded me with all her might

"Oh Mom, why are you always so dramatic? I still don't understand what this is all about" I pointed out worriedly. All I said was to go to Yaya Abdallah's house. What's wrong with that? Yaya Abdallah is my half brother, therefore how's it an abomination for me to go to his house for a short visit.

"I know right?! You're slowly becoming one of them. Thinking I'm crazy right, that I don't know what I'm doing.." she continued and I couldn't help but hold my forehead because a headache was already beginning to build in my head.

This is what happens. Mom can't find a fault to pin on Mama Suwaiba, so it makes her helpless. When this sense of helplessness gets extreme however, she'd lash it out on me or my poor sister who's abroad, saying all these nonsense that we, her own kids are conniving with the world to get her or something. This that my mom feels, is exactly what I feel a lot of times. I know, behind the flashiness and elegance she puts forth, she must be really lonely and lost inside. But the problem is, she doesn't let anyone console her and constantly denies it, yapping on and on about how perfectly she's living.