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Chapter 7--- Fool

Chapter 7_____>>>>>>>>

Fool

Hazbullah's pov:

        Karima watches the retracting figure of her son as he strolled away.

     She was sure she caught the sarcasm in his tone when he said 'your home'.

    Her son does not consider that home to be his.

     He had so many distasteful memories attached to that house.

    "Uhmm... let's go" Mr. Hakim said holding unto his wife's hand whose attention was still on her son.

     "He is becoming even more distant" Karima said to her husband worriedly as they walk towards their car.

     "I know" Mr. Hakim replied.

     "I do not want to loose my son Hakim" Karima added.

     "You won't, I promise" Mr. Hakim assured her.

     He opened the door for her to enter which she did. Hakim joined her soon after as the driver drove off.

     Hazbullah entered inside the car with Sani as the driver drove off.

*** END OF FLASHBACK***
"Keep staring at me and I'll pluck your eyeball form it's socket" Bintu threatened me again for the umpteenth time.
     
     I realize that she is more of words than action while I am quite the opposite.
  
     "If you wish eat and if not you can starve to death, I'll come back for the plates and herbs" She deadpanned exiting the room through the bamboo door while I stared at her retracting figure in awe.
   
      My attention went back to the food covered infront of me as I contemplated consuming it.
   
    For some weird reasons, I feel oddly safe with them, Maybe it's because I know they cannot harm me.
   
     I opened the tray covering the food and was hit with an enticing aroma which wafted into my nose.
  
     The food looks weird as I have never seen something like that before.
   
     I was thinking against eating but the grumbling of my stomach made me thought otherwise.
 
      'They forgot to bring spoon...or they don't have it?' I internally asked myself before looking at my hand then back at the food deciding upon what to do.
  
     I used my hand and have a taste of the food.

     "Mhm" I murmured savoring the deliciousness of what looks like a mixture of brown stones coated with a green liquid.
   
     Although It looks unpleasant, It tasted out of the world.
   
     It even tasted better than what the maids prepare for me back at home.
 
    I scoop the food with my hands as I savored more of the delicious dish.
   
     It didn't take me long to finish the dish as I stared at the empty bowl on the table.
   
    I can't remember the last time I finished a whole meal.
 
      I suddenly started feeling thirsty and I couldn't even stand up to tend for myself.
    
    The door suddenly opened with Bintu entering with a wooden jug.
   
     She held it with both hands before keeping it on the table before me.
   
     She stared at me before looking back at the bowl.
   
      "All you know is to eat people's food in their houses, what if It was poisoned now" She mocked while I stayed mute starring at her.
   
      "Ahh I use to forget you're deaf sometimes" She laughs mockingly.
  
     She bought out the herbs from the wardrobe near her and approached me.
  
        "You should be grateful that I'm tending to your wounds without any charges" She said applying a generous amount of the herbs to her palm before rubbing it on my forehead gently.

        "If not for my parents then I wouldn't have been here" She said pressing her palm to my forehead.
   
      I stared at her not knowing what to do or what to say to her.
   
      Her neck contact to my forehead was forced which made me grit out in pain as I held unto her wrist out of reflex.
     
      I was close to snapping it when she shouted "are you alright?!".
  
     I was suppose to say that to her when she does not know how to treat her patients.
    
        She dragged her wrist out from my grasp as she cautiously dragged a wooden stool and placed it near the bed keeping a generous amount of distance from me before resuming.
 
         "Your legs" She said pointing at the wound on it with her finger.
  
       I stretched my smooth muscular legs as she started applying the herbs.
  
      She looks so focused doing her task at hand while my legs were getting sore from stretching for a long time.
   
      I shifted my leg to ease the pain which had her stopping to glare at me.
 
       "Stop acting like a fool....Tanimu is already enough" she warned before hissing snd returning back to her task.
 
       I was flabbergasted by her words.
  
      She sure has guts.

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