QADR ✔️

45

Why didn't I notice the resemblance? Ya, Rabb! He looks so much like my brother.
He has suffered.
Jawad walk in.
Auntie, why are you crying?
Afnan pivot her gaze to him.
I'm not crying.
But there are tears on your cheek.

Are you sick too? Jawad asked.
Afnan smiled.
She wipe off her tears.
I am not sick.
I will not cry again.
Let's go to the kitchen so that I can prepare food for my baby. Afnan muttered with a smile.
Auntie, I'm not your baby. Jawad pout.
You are. Afnan muttered.
Your husband is your baby. Jawad muttered with a smirk.

Afnan was flabbergasted beyond shock.
Jawad, Afnan called.
Silly boy. Afnan smack his butt.
Let's go. Afnan held Jawad's hand and walked out of the room.

Afnan enter the kitchen.
Jawad, what should I prepare for you? Afnan asked.
I don't have favorite food.
I eat anything my Daddy or Grandpa prepares for me. Jawad mumble.
Afnan shook her head.
Okay, I will prepare spaghetti casserole for you.
You will love it. Afnan muttered with a smile.

Thank you, Jawad giggle.
Afnan took out the pot and the ingredients she needed.
She turn on the gas cooker and place the pot on it.
Jawad, do you know where your Daddy stay?
Afnan asked.
Yes, I know my Daddy's house from Grandpa's house. Jawad muttered.
Afnan chuckle.
You are so smart.

Afnan walk to the fridge and take out the cake.
She walk to Jawad.
Do you want it? Afnan asked.
Yes, Jawad muttered excitedly.
Do you want ice cream? Afnan take out a bowl of ice cream.
Yes, Jawad jumped up and hugged Afnan.
Let's go to the living room and enjoy ourselves.
Jawad nod his head and follow Afnan out.

Afnan walk to the couch.
She sit beside Khalil.
Jawad sit here. Afnan tap the couch.
Jawad nod his head and sat beside Afnan.
Afnan cut the cake.
My One, Afnan called.
I'm not interested.
I want to eat food not pastry. Khalil mumble.
I'm sorry, it will soon be ready.

Sweetheart, open your mouth. Afnan turn to Jawad.
Jawad opened his mouth and took the cake from Afnan.
My One, can we talk inside?
Khalil glare at her.
Please. Afnan pleaded.
Okay. Khalil mumble.
Jawad take the rest. Afnan hand the plate of cake to him.
She take the remote control and take it to the cartoon channel. Enjoy yourself I will be right back. Afnan muttered.

Afnan and Khalil march to the bedroom.
What did you want to say? Khalil ask exasperatedly.
Afnan, hold Khalil's hand.
My One, Jawad is Ya Affan's Son.
What! Khalil exclaimed.
How did you know?
My One, Ya Amaan took him.
Don't you notice the resemblance when I walk in with him?
He also said his father's name is Amaan. Afnan muttered with a sigh.

That boy looks like Khadijah too. Khalil muttered with a smile.
We should keep him. Khalil muttered excitedly.
Why are you excited about it?
Afnan, Jawad is Khadijah's Son which means... Khalil stopped.
I will return him to his parents. Afnan muttered.
Afnan we don't have a child. He looks a bit like you too.
Nobody will know that you are not his mother.

No, I will not do that.
His parents are worried.
I don't like Khadijah but she deserves to get her Son back.
Jawad deserves to be in her real parents' life.
Then you should give me another child.
It's been 11 months since you lost your child and you didn't conceive again.

Let's keep trying. Afnan muttered with a sigh.
Get my food ready. Khalil hiss and storm out of the bedroom.
Jawad stand up from the couch immediately Khalil enter the living room.
Sit down and watch your cartoon. Khalil muttered with a smile.
Do you enjoy the cartoon?
Will you share your cake with me? Khalil smile.
Yes, Jawad muttered.