On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was...
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"Baba you powmise me." Zayn pouted patting his father's chest who was lying on the bed tiredly.
"Baby I just came back from the gym. I'll catch butterflies with you later." Hamza tried to make a deal again but Zayn was persistent in catching butterflies right then.
"No...no...nouff." He shook his head furiously and his voice muffled at the end when his mother made him wear the hoodie over his head.
He shot an annoyed look towards her way when she was done and made her path towards the dressing table, not liking the sudden interruption while he was in a serious talk with his baba.
Hamza amusedly viewed the scene before him but it had to come to an end when the loud knocks at the door were heard. Grateful to Zaara's loud shout they didn't have to put any effort to figure out the person outside the door.
"Zayyyyn. D'ya wanna play with meee? We've got a cool playground out there." Zaara screamed impatiently which matched her nature.
"Yessss, Bubu. Me comingggg." Zayn shouted back enthusiastically and jumped down from the bed which sent relief to Hamza as he opted to take a short nap.
Habiba carried him in her arms chuckling on the way when she noticed him tiptoed aiming to grab the doorknob for opening the door.
"Here we go." She opened the door and met a smiling Zaara with Candy lazily walking around her leg.
"Leggooo." Habiba didn't get time to greet Zaara before her son crawled down her arms and ran fast towards the stairs with Candy and also Zaara running behind him.
"No running," Habiba shouted and he stopped along his gang just at the start of the stairs and turned towards her to give her his adorable sheepish smile.
Habiba smiled and shook her head when she saw them running again the moment they passed the stairs. Suddenly she felt his husband pulling her inside taking a hold of her elbow.
"What are you doing? Whathehelff." Her voice stifled for him putting the hoodie over her head exactly the way she did to Zayn a few moments earlier.
She looked at him dumbfounded and her mouth was left open. Suddenly she burst into laughter and rose her hands before him, swinging the hands.
"It's yours." She laughed harder looking down at the hoodie that almost touched her knee and her hands were invisible.
"Oops." Hamza smiled sheepishly whilst opening her luggage in search of her hijab.
"Oh Gosh! What are you up to?" Habiba gasped seeing him throwing her dresses frantically and ran to him.
"Where is your hijab?" Hamza asked forming an exasperated look.
"Are you planning to wear hijab?" Saying that Habiba laughed like a maniac imagining his head covered with a hijab.
"Haha so funny." Hamza rolled his eyes, sarcasm evident in his voice.
