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CHAPPIE 1!

OMG! I am soo late. I have an appointment with my doctor after which I was planning on going to deliver dress plans for Yaa amras wedding. Oh! Incase you're wondering, yes I'm a fashion designer. I love anything that has to do with fashion and designing too. Its one of the reasons why boredom hasn't killed me yet in this house else I would've been long gone! I'm waiting for my admission to be out. I had to wait 2 years before I applied cause I was in the hospital for 2 years due to a health condition I have.

"AYAANA! Billa maa biki. Alaa tanzilin? Hanin tantaziruki munzu qablal zuhr (please what's wrong with you. Won't you come downstairs? Hanin has been waiting for you since before zuhr)" I heard ammi yelling. I'm soo dead. I totally forgot she was coming along too.

All this wouldn't have happened if I didn't have to take a shower twice cause honey poured all over me. ugh! I quickly tied my hair in a bun. I saw no need of laying my edges cause I had naturally laid edges thanks to my Arabian mother. I looked at myself in the mirror and was satisfied with my looks. All I had to do was apply kohl and lip balm then boom! It's hide your men. I took after my mothers features (facial features to be specific). I had her full long silky black hair and pink plump lips with my fathers nose. My skin was always looking radiant and glowing so I had no business with skin care but hey! Typical ayaana loves doing things that don't concern her so I still do skin care. I am average height. Not tall, and not short but ammi is really chubby and short. That's why I specified the "facial" when I was talking about features. okay, enough about me.

I grabbed my car keys and threw them into my LV(Louis Vuitton) hand bag. Oops! I almost forgot my phone. Immediately I went downstairs ammi kept eyeing me and I promise you if looks could kill, I'd be long gone. "Ammi habibti, billa isbiri ana la afa'al aidan. Arafti ana uhibbuki ko ammi na? (ammi my love, please sorry I won't do it again. You know I love you right my ammi?)" I said trying to apologise to my angry mother. "Billa utrukuni. Izhabi faqat.(please leave me. Just go)"my mom fired right back at me clearly cheered up. " im sorry ammi, we're leaving now" I said while grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the dining table. " dont stay long please habibti. Be back before 9!" She yelled while I was already halfway to the door

"Anna( a nickname she gave me) I told you to stop stressing our old woman for us. You never listen. Anyways I cant wait to see umma. The last time I saw her was adda maayas wedding fa. And now its even another wedding that's even making us meet" Hanin said as we entered the car. Hanin is now a part of this family. All my relatives know her and they love her like one of their own except some of the aunties of course but who cares?it doesn't even bother her anymore. I took pictures and uploaded the best one on my ig

We spent 30 minutes in the hospital. Ummas house is like 15 minutes away from the hospital so we decided to branch at Uncle D's and get food since we still had plenty of time. It was asr when we reached ummas house. I asked Hanin to go in with the gift box while I stayed behind to arranged the papers which were supposedly Yaa amras dress plans. I was soo excited to see umma to the extent that I couldn't calm myself and bumped into someone.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed

"Can't you watch where you're going? "the other person shouted

"Tf is wrong with you. You couldn't look where you were going and yet you're the person that's complaining? I looked at my phone that's now on the floor probably broken

"That's the problem with you poor people. Once they start treating you nicely, you push your limits. That's why I always tell umma it's better to treat you like the animals you are" he fired back

"Oh so you think you're better than everybody huh?. Well then you're nothing! I wonder the type of mindset some people have these days. Then let me tell you! It's Allah that gave everyone this money and he can take it anytime he wants to. besides, even the owner of this house started from scratch! He was extremely poor before Allah blessed him. But don't think you'll be blessed the same way he was. Drop this stupid fake life of yours and be the houseboy you are. Be hardworking and maybe! Just maybe you'll be blessed like baba. oh so you basically called your boss an animal. Soo disrespectful" I said right back to his face