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"Laila, my lovely daughter."
Just as the couple reached downstairs, Ansar's cheerful voice along with his smiling face greeted them. While the shying couple just stole little glances at each other remembering the moment the found themselves waking up in each other's embrace.
"How are you on such fine morning?" He asked patting her head as she took a seat on dining table between Faris and him.
"I am good." She murmured returning his gentle smile.
"How do you like our humble home?" Laila looked around the house that looked anything but humble. It looked fabulous, walls that spoke money, decorations that screamed extreme riches.
"It's pretty, MashaAllah."
Ansar laughed loudly while Faris chuckled besides her. "Such a sweet child she is Faris."
The love and attention from the males beside her made Laila's heart thump inside her ribcage. Butterflies twirled in her stomach at the mere thought of her finally being enough for someone. Things can get better, a hope arose inside Laila heart.
Indeed, Allah always listens to the one who comes to him.
May it be someone else who cried his tears out for the girl in his tahajjud , asking Allah to help her and make her his mehram. May it be someone else who could be as bad as going to hell but asked Allah for a certain girl's forgiveness, to guide her to the right path.
Indeed Allah listens.
"You can have a little rest Laila, in the evening Faris will take you to salon." Ansar again addressed her after a few moments of silent.
"Sure uncle."
"Silly, call me Baba. You are just like Faris to me." He then whispered in her ears. "Maybe I like you more then him."
"I heard that Baba."
"You were meant to." Both Father son duo gave each other taunting looks. "Hurry up young boy, we have work to do for tonight's reception."
"I think I would have a little rest."
"Sure daughter, you sure should have rest for now, and you young man-" The soft voice soon turned mischievous. "come with me. All the preparations are remaining and we are low on time."
"I think you are discriminating among us now." Faris narrowed his eyes at his father who laughed in return.
"Am I now?"
"That's unfair."
"Do you care about being fair or not Laila." Laila could only smile shyly at him.
"I should go to room."
Ansar nodded at her smiling lightly before continuing his conversation again.
There was something in the father-son duo behind Laila that just made them different from every other person she met ever. She had expected a little judgment in Faris' eyes but found none. She always wondered why.
