Tales Of The Heart

(3)

A sweet melodious voice was humming an ayah (verse) , at which the nightingale could feel insecure. The small pair of feet skipped it's way on the small oval over bridge while slender fingers were brushing past the mid length wall, to cross the narrow lake.

At the end of the bridge, a solid mud road was starting, pebbles were decorating the sides as bed of pretty flowers and fresh green grasses were scattered over the rest of the ground which was a beautiful garden of the house standing in the middle.

The house wasn't exaggerated like other rich merchants rather it was beautiful and cosy. The garden in front was making it more mesmerizing, just one glance could indicate that the house was built with love and filled with happiness.

Her personal attendant rushed to catch up with her huffing for air desperately.
"Yah Rabbi.. Slow down, miss", the exhausted woman exclaimed which had the beautiful lady giggling.
"You are too slow, Eira",

Smiling at the trusted polite men working in their silk factory which was built behind the house within the boundaries of the estate, the young lady continued to walk before halting in front of the wooden door, the small tender fist knocked on it, which was flicked open by a beautiful woman in her forties.

"Assalamu Alaikum, mama", the melodious voice spoke, followed by a sweet smile. The pretty maiden placed a sweet kiss on her mother's cheeks before undoing her cloak, hanging it on the wooden stand.
"Walaikum Assalam, welcome home, my azizi (precious one)", the woman smiled bashfully as she closed the door, laughing at how her dear daughter skipped her way inside, bouncing on her feet like a little bird.

"Papa", chirped the young lady as soon as the blue eyes fell on her father who smiled bashfully.
"Oh! my angle is back", Hamad opened his arm to welcome his daughter, who hugged him dearly.
"Yes", the smaller one snuggled closer to the older's warmth.

"Did my angel enjoy?", asked the older male.
"Yes papa. I came across some pretty flowers and aunt offered me to have one but I refused to accept as I didn't have coins with me", the lady's lips formed a cute pout as she couldn't buy the pretty flowers.

"Aww my Inaya is so considerate", cooed the woman of the house, Sarah, whilst instructing the helps to set the breakfast on the wooden table, which include tomato soup, eggs, bread and butter along with fresh fruits.
"Indeed", the older male placed a loving kiss on his daughter's forehead who giggled sweetly at the affection.

"Come have lets have breakfast", Sarah ushered her little family to settle on the table who complied.
"Papa, I wish to sow those pretty flower seeds in our garden", Inaya asked politely.
"Sure thing, my angel..", the older male took out few coins from his brown pouch and handed it to his daughter.
"Here buy whatever you wish for, alright?", he smiled receiving a wide grateful grin in return.
"Thank you, papa", but the lady frowned when she saw more than enough coins on her delicate palm.

"Papa, I wouldn't need four extra coins", the Inaya exclaimed making his parents smile adoringly.
"My angel can do whatever she feels with this money, alright", the older male patted the lady's head affectionately which had her to smile gratefully.

"Thank you for the food, mama.. I shall be in my room", Inaya smiled like the well mannered child she always had been, before leaving the dining area after receiving smiles from his parents.

The only room at the topmost floor was beautifully decorated with sophisticated furnitures and pretty colours. Being the only child, Inaya was pampered with all the love and luxuries but the kind lady never misused his parents care.

Inaya walked inside the room before disregarding her Hijab and allowed her thick, long wavy brunette hair that reached her hips, to sway freely, feeling a little relieved because keeping a heavy bun under the head scarf was slightly difficult.