Love, Law and Crime

Chapter 2

ZUBAIR'S P.O.V:
"Assalamaleikum Amma"..I greeted my mother obviously acting like nothing is wrong."Waleikumassalam Zubi janab....you came back really early...its only been..umm..yeah 12 hrs..since we last saw you......you should have come back tomorrow...said my Amma in a sickly sweet voice laced with sarcasm. "Amma you know that I hate this nickname...I ain't a kid anymore...plz refrain from calling me Zubi"...I tell my Amma for the nth time. This nickname I hate it since I've grown up plus it now reminds me of her but I didn't tell her that...how could I?...I can't be this selfish...I can't hurt her more...she's been worried sick for me since Aminah has gone. Instead I said "Well, Amma I had a lot of work today...so i.e why I couldn't received yours nd Abba's calls...I'm sorry Amma and I've to pray Salat-al-Isha....so, if you'll excuse me...." Alhamdulilah that I had changed my blood stained shirt before coming back home or else Amma would've collapsed from worry and sickness..
I made my way towards my room...this room is full of those beautiful memories that Aminah and I had created together but it is tarnished by that one dreaded memory too...I ignore the ache in my heart and made my way towards the bathroom to have a long warm shower.

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I prayed Salat-al-Isha(obligatory prayer to be prayed at night) and as I prostrated in front of Allah (S.W.T) I felt the peace that only ibadah could give a human...after completing my prayer, I decided to check some points on the case but couldn't focus..the exhaustion taking over my body..refraining me from concentrating...So, here I am lying on my king sized bed....thoughts of a certain someone with dark brown orbs keeping me awake.
There's a knock on the door.."come in" I replied. "Amma? What happened?"...you're here at this time of night...is everything alright?" I asked worried. "You didn't show up for dinner...I didn't call you coz I know you were taking shower and then praying but Zub its 23:15 and still you haven't eaten anything...I'm worried Zub...I'm so worried for you." Said Amma worry evident in her tone."I'm full Amma..don't worry" I replied clearly lying as I have no mood to eat. "So you have started lying to me, now?...I'm really hurt Zubair..."said my beloved Amma in a disappointing tone. I'm just keep on disappointing everyone in my life..Ya Allah! Why am I like this?. "I'm sorry Amma, let's go and eat together...I know both you and Abba haven't eaten yet ....so let's dine together like old days....I, you and Abba as Mina and Anfu aapi are at their in laws...so what's for today's dinner?" I said to maybe try and make her happy..even little happy would make me feel less guilty for lying to my mother."it's your favourite, butter chicken.." replied Amma clearly in a better mood now. Alhamdulilah. Well done Zubair...yay me!. "Yum Amma..now I'm starving..let's go now...and we had our dinner in peace.
Next morning, after my tahajjud prayer, I completed Salat-al-Fajr. I need to clear my head..the case...its taking a toll on me...who are you lying to Zubair, your own self?....the case is taking a toll on you or her absence?. I hate my inner voice it never takes my part..ugh!! I should just go for jogging...its my favourite hobby...I guess...it keeps me sane. So, here I am in a black Nike tracksuit with my shoes on...wait...Where's my smart watch?...it helps me with the step counting and all. I checked the bedside drawer, the my watch drawer in the closet, where it is then?. Ya Allah! I don't wanna miss my jogging...where?..where?...where?..oh yeah, I haven't checked the dressing table drawer...I finally found it Alhamdulilah...shining? What's shining in here? A bracelet?....I froze...Ammu's bracelet, her favourite one....she's fond of bracelets and watches and this one in particular...I remember this one...its the one she was wearing when we met for the first time.

Flashback(One Year Earlier):

AMINAH'S P.O.V:
Ya Allah! Where's my favourite bracelet?...I love this bracelet..
It's a charm bracelet...its so unique, simple yet beautiful..where is it?..Ah! Gotcha!. "Daddy I'm going to the university..I might come back late today...as we've to complete our project amd we(my team) have decided to stay back late in order to complete it as the due date is near". I informed my father while at the same time fixing my hijab. "Ok" ..was my father's simple reply. "Breakfast, Aminah?" Said a sweet voice which I really don't find sweet at all...I don't know why does she even try?...she knows I can't give her my mummy's place. My beloved step mom just likes rejection a lot I guess..Aminah Akram Ali..why are you wasting your time on unnecessary thoughts...remember you are getting late..reminded my inner voice. Oh no! Late...I'm getting late...I'm definitely gonna be standing outside the lecture hall for the whole period...no, no, no, no, no!. "I have eaten..Rushden Auntie..don't worry..thank you so much though"..I replied in a flat tone. "Daddy can you please drop me or else I'll be late..please daddy"..I pleaded to my father. "OK Amy, chalo" (let's go) ...said daddy. "Allahafizz..Rushda Auntie.." I said and didn't wait for her reply because I simply don't care. Here we are, Daddy and I waiting in the car for this freaking traffic to be clear. Ya Allah! I don't wanna be late, please help me Allah Ta'ala please..."you know Amy, you shouldn't be this impolite to Rushda.." said my father. "Really daddy?..please don't start now...I'm already getting late and please make your beloved wife understand that I can't be more civil to her than now..this is my limit....I know you don't like Mummy but she's my mother...so please daddy just let it be..." I said in an emotional voice. I hate that I get emotional this quickly on this topic. I hate that my voice betrays me everytime we discuss this topic. Its been almost 9 years Aminah stop this..you can't get emotional like that everytime...almost 9 years that daddy amd mummy parted their ways...I wish daddy had let me go with mummy...Rushda Auntie's presence hurts me...I know she's not a bad woman but no child can see another woman in her/ his mother's place.
                                                                          

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