YASMIN'S ORDEAL

CHAPTER FIVE

Am so sorry guys, I have no excuse. School has resumed so I have been very busy.

*FIVE*

He lay in his room going through the pictures and snaps they took at the park the day before, all the while subconsciously focusing on one person; Yasmin.

He's smiling like a buffoon oblivious to the fact that she's the one behind the heart-squeezing satisfaction he's feeling and instead blaming his tranquility on the fact that his hardwork at work paid off excellently.

There's a knock on the door and he instinctively mumbled a come in.

She opened the door, took a step in and stopped. "Good morning Ya Khalifah."

"Morning." He replied, eyes still on his phone.

"Breakfast is ready, should I bring it here?"

"What's for breakfast?" He glanced at her.

"Waina, but there's potatoes as well."

"I'll have waina, but first can you sort those clothes for me? Take the dirty ones to the laundry."

"Okay." She headed towards the couch and sorted the ironed clothes accordingly, set them in the wardrobe.

Basma walked into the room just as she was packing the few dirty clothes.

"Ya Khalifah," Basma called, leaning on the doorjamb with a straight face.

"What's up?"

"Had fun yesterday?"

Khalifah paused scrolling on his phone for a second before turning his face to her. "What?"

"Nothing much..." She trailed off, eyes following Yasmin who leerily walked to the dresser, kept his wallet and wristwatch and made for the door. "Isn't that a luxury watch?"

Yasmin halted in her track, not knowing if the strange question was directed at her.

Khalifah moved his gaze to the watch. "Got it as a gift."

"Gift?" She remarked in surprise, moving towards the dresser and Yasmin scurried out.

Basma gave the watch a lazy look. "Blancpain."

"You know the brand?"

"Abdussalam used a lot of designer products so," She shrugged, putting it back. "Who gave it to you?"

"A professor, from school."

"Lucky you, it's not girl-type."

He chuckled, double-tapped on his phone screen.

"Mummy wants to talk to you, seems you got on Amra's bad side." She informed, heading for the door.

Khalifah couldn't help but to roll his eyes. "Where is she?"

"Her room?" She answered in a duh tone, slammed the door after her.

Khalifah sighed, sank into his pillows before getting out of bed and headed out to answer his call.

He just walked in given that the door was open and his mother was there with Amra, Abdallah and Jafar. "You called for me?"

"What happened while I was away yesterday?" She demanded.

Khalifah pulled the dresser stool closer towards the bed and sat down. "You've been away all day, a lot happened."

"You went out with that witch?" Her voice heightened a pitch.