Chapter 4

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Zaid's pov

I walked through the front door of my house, feeling content after a pleasant lunch with my friends. As I walked in, I noticed my mother sitting on the sofa, reading a book.

"Assalamu Alaikum, Mom," I said as I walked over to her. "How's your day been?"

"Walaikum salam, Zaid. It's been good." My mother replied, looking up from her book. "How was lunch with your friends?"

"It was great, mom," I replied, smiling. I sat beside her and continued, "We were having a really good time until a girl decided to spoil everything"

"Oh no, What happened?" My mom asked concerned.

"Nothing serious..." I was explaining to her when Saad interrupted our conversation.

"A girl? Did you say a girl?" Saad teased.

"Nope, I said a boy" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Haha, tell me who is that girl. Is that my dear sister in law?" He continued teasing me.

"Oh please, keep your expectations low, bro. It's nothing as you think" I deadpanned.

"Stop teasing him, Saad. Let him complete what he was saying." My mom broke into our conversation.

I rested my head on her shoulder, while she caressed my hair. I explained all what happened at the restaurant to which my mom and Saad broke into a roar of laughter.

"Zaid, you also ruined her day. You need to agree on that. You have no idea how much girls hate when someone ruins their outfit" My mom said laughing.

"Crazy! Girls are crazy. But mom, I don't want to see her again. She's got such an attitude and I simply hate her. And Haziq needs to blamed too not only me. He is the one who pushed me." I complained but my mom smiled at my reply.

"I wish I could meet her. She's done something great. I love her, it'll be interesting if she becomes my sister in law." Saad teased, walking over to mom's side. He sat besides mom on the other side and gave her a hug and a kiss on her forehead.

"In your dreams", I mocked at him.

"Did you talk about anything interesting?" Mom asked.

"Well, we talked a bit about work and our plans for the future. Nothing interesting." I replied.

"That's nice," my mother said, looking at me, caressing my hair. "I'm glad you had a good time."

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