My secret love

pt.8

Ibrahim's POV

I woke up. Memories of last night came flooding back to me - the thrill of sneaking into Aira's house, the way her body had felt against his, the taste of her lips on my own. I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth.
I quickly sat up as my mother entered the room, a smile on her face.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentle.

"How did you sleep last night?"
"Better than I have in a while," I replied, trying to keep my expression neutral. Although my mother was just casually asking me about my sleep, her question had a hint of suspicion. I had a feeling she knew I wasn't home last night, but she just wanted to tease me.
My mother chuckled, a knowing smile playing on her lips, "Really? That's good to hear." Her eyes flicked over me, as if trying to see if she could tell whether I was telling the truth or not. She was enjoying toying with me, playing coy.
I rolled my eyes good-naturedly, knowing that it was pointless to try and lie to my mother. "Yes, really," I said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Why do you ask?"
"Just making sure my dear son is getting enough sleep," my mother replied, a hint of a smirk on her face. She was not buying my white lie for a second.
I chuckled, realizing there was no point in trying to fool her. "Alright, alright," I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender. "You got me. I wasn't home last night."
My mother's smirk widened into a sly grin. "I knew it," she said, her tone playful. "So, where were you last night?"
I thought for a moment, debating whether to tell her the truth or make something up. But I knew she would figure it out sooner or later, so I decided to be honest. "I was with Aira," I admitted, my voice low.
"And who's Aira??, if I may ask, " she asks, smirking
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her question, knowing she was messing with me. "You know who Aira is, mum," I said with a chuckle. "She's my girlfriend."
"I know Arham has already told you everything," I said.
"But I wanted to hear from your mouth," she said
"Well, now you've heard it from me, are you happy?"
"Almost," my mother said, her smirk still firmly in place. "But I have one more thing to ask you."
I narrowed my eyes at her, sensing that she was up to something. "What is it?" I asked cautiously.
"When I'm I meeting her???" Sje asked
I couldn't help but grin at my mother's question. "Soon, mum," I replied, knowing that she had been waiting patiently to meet Aira.
"But be patient," I added, jokingly, "and try not to scare her away with your interrogation."
My mother put on a mock offended look. "I would never!" she exclaimed, trying to act innocent. "I just want to make sure she's good enough for my precious son."

"Ohhh, then trust me, she's more than good for me,"
My mother chuckled, her expression softening, "I'll take your word for it, darling." She paused for a moment, her eyes studying my face.
"You seem happy," she said, her tone gentle. "Happier than ever."
I smiled warmly at my mother's observation. It was true; being with Aira made me incredibly happy. "Yeah," I replied, my voice softer. "She makes me very happy."
Hey, I almost forgot why I came here. Your dad's waiting for you in his office. she said.
I raised an eyebrow at her words. "Dad? What does he want?" I asked, wondering why my father wanted to see me.
My mother shrugged her shoulders, a small smile on her lips. "I don't know," she said. "But he seemed quite serious. I suggest you go and see what he wants."
I let out a sigh, realizing I couldn't avoid my father. "Alright," I said, getting up from bed. "I'll go talk to him."
"Ok, my love," my mom said, leaving the room.
I went to the bathroom and freshened up, taking a moment to compose myself before heading off to my father's office. The fact that he wanted to see me so urgently made me  curious.
As I entered my father's office, I saw him sitting behind his desk, a serious expression on his face. He looked up as I approached and gestured for me to sit down in the chair across from him.
I sat down, my mind racing with questions. I knew that my father had called me here to talk about something important - most likely related to the family business.
My father leaned forward, resting his forearms on the desk. "I want to talk to you about what happened yesterday. Why did you go all alone and kill 4 men," he said, his tone serious.
I clenched my jaw, knowing I couldn’t hide my actions from him any longer. “It needed to be done,” I replied, my voice firm. “I wasn’t going to let them live after what they did.”
"I know what they did," my father said. "But going alone was foolish and dangerous. You could’ve gotten yourself killed.
I clenched my hands into fists, feeling a surge of anger at my father's words. I knew he was just concerned for my safety, but I couldn't stand being lectured. "I can take care of myself," I retorted. "I’ve been trained to handle situations like this."
"I know you're capable," my father said, his tone softening slightly. "But that doesn't mean you can take unnecessary risks. We have people for a reason. We have a whole gang you could've called."