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9.Aaliyah's Arrival❤️

I did just as I promised.....

There's something I learnt recently, and I would love to share....

Your life is a sermon so be careful what you preach🙂

Anyways Enjoy!👌

Jabbar's pov.

Jugging down the staircase to have breakfast with my family,I met mom's scrutinizing gaze as she stood akimbo furrowing a brow.I heaved a sigh,Mom and always displaying up and down sha.As usual,Hameed was already sited on the table,his elbow resting on the table and his hand pressed against his jaw.

"Mum Good morning."I greeted as I walked pass her."Why do you have that scrowl on your face."I turned when I finally got to the table, gesturing at her face.

She rolled her eye with her face contoured into a deep frown," Shebi you people want to kill me abi,hen. Don't you know it's almost eight and you are just coming down for your breakfast"She pointed at the giant clock ticking away in the sitting room.

I glanced at the wall clock and internally gasped.I didn't even realize time had gone like this."Where is your brother." She asked while I shrugged taking my seat on the glass dining table.Hameed nodded his head towards me, and I nodded back.That's just how we greeted each other.

That's was Hameed for you.

In all honesty,I didn't know I had spent an huge amount of time arranging the closet Majeed scattered.

The one I specifically told him to make sure it's well arranged,well mum should just expect Majeed to come downstairs in the next 3 hours.

And I'm darn serious.I'm not joking.He's a bunch of headaches.

"That boy would not kill me."Mum murmured as she moved towards the dining area.She ordered the maid on the remaining things to do and was about to go upstairs when we heard Majeed's maniacal guffaw.

Majeed had his headset hung on his neck,his tie followed suit:hanged on his neck, his shirt flying all over the place still unbuttoned and his eyes glued to his iphone x laughing away widely.

"Joel."Mum called out sternly causing the teenage boy to flinched as he wasn't expecting that, before giving one of his widest grin."Your phone,now."

"C'mon, Mom."Majeed whined frowing.She eyed him skeptically still stretching out her hands towards him."Do I look like I'm joking.Give me your phone now."

Majeed finally reached where mom was standing towering her,as he was way taller than her but trust Nigerian mother to always stand their ground. Mom didn't looked fazed a bit as she continued glaring at Majeed.

"Since you want to make your phone lord over your life, I'll help you by curbing that act.Give it to me now."

Majeed tried giving his "puppy , I'm sorry look " but none of it was working on her."Mom please naaaaa.I'm sorry please. I'll not delay you anymore, just please......"

He shut his mouth up when he realized she wasn't going to listen as she glared harder at him.

Sighing,he handed over the phone to her feeling defeated.

He rolled his eyes when he noticed mom wasn't joking as he walked over to the dinning table frowning at Hameed and I.

As if we were the cause of his problems.

"What's your password."Mrs Falola asked out of the blues.She was still ordering the maids around on what to do.

After,she would say we were the ones delaying her.