BLURRED STARS |COMPLETED|

50'

"I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday and no I'm not mad I wasn't" She explains for the umpteenth time.

She's been trying to reason with him for almost an hour, Rosey stood around the corner holding back her giggles to which Farha sends a glare with a look of 'you're not helping

He huffs out a sigh. "Okay fine. I wanna see your hand" he gets a grip of her palm a bit too tight causing a yelp.

He let's go. "Sorry" her lips spread into a slight smile, placing the hand on his lap to get a greater view.

"Does it hurt?"

She nods.

"Bad bad?"

She let out a laugh. "No, good good"

Yesterday's event came rushing causing her to cringe. She just can't seem to get it with Yarima, if he was a course she'll fail, he's too complicated and unpredictable for her liking.

One sec he's all arrogant and the next minute a different person. What she doesn't fancy is her heart's reaction to his presence.

"Mummy" he snaps his fingers snapping her out of her revive.

Her brows drew together, he gets again tagged her with mummy, it's heartwarming yet feels not right. He's a sweet kid no doubt but her, mummy? Oddly wrong.

"Is it okay if I call you that?" He hesitatingly asked.

"Uh, n—"

"I'm sorry aunt. Just that the other day I liked the way Amal called her mummy so I thought—"

She cuts him off in guilt, "Yes Naeem, yes you can" she sniffed back a tear. This kid will be the end of her, he just knows how to emotionally blackmail her even though it's unknowingly.

His lips spread into a grin, using his little hands to envelop her in for a hug to which she retaliates with the same amount of affection.

Maybe this idea of Mummy-ing Isn't so bad after all, let's just see how it goes fine.

{^*^}

"Who is he? And what does he want?"

She fires, she sees no reason for someone steps in her way and ruins her plans not when she has come this far at least.

She's cut off by a figure that steps in, his highness mastermind with his minions' behind, it'd be a total lie if she says she wasn't frightened by his nerve-racking physique.

"Relax, I mean no harm, if I get what I demand" he spits settling down.

"Who are you?"

"It shouldn't be of your concern. You know the saying, the enemy of your enemy is your friend?"

She bit on her lower lip trying to muster enough courage to talk the man off but it suddenly disappeared in the thin air.

"Speak, have you suddenly lost your pitch? As I said, I mean no harm only if I'm pleased" He emphasized to which she gulps down a numb.

"So what do you want with Farhanna or is it Yarima?" His left brow arches up.

She huffs out a sigh, "And why should I tell you that?"

"Would you believe me if I say I'm way ahead of you, Zarahau?" He smirked at the mention of her name.

Her lips part in shock, okay maybe this man is way over what she expected. The last time she heard someone speak of her name is years back, Yarima, she could vividly remember their last encounter.