Ties

~Chapter 18

The Hamza Mansion.... finally!

It's been a week and some days since the whole family fiasco, and things have just been going south. There is hardly a moment of peace in the Hamza household. Everyone is on each other's toes. It's either the mothers are fighting, maama taunting jidda for not being married while her younger sister, Nawal is, ammi telling her kids to stay away from the rest, marwan and uthman having a brawl, mami and khalil having an argument, khalil and marwan having an argument or the father and the mothers having an argument. Having a big family really has its downsides, that is for sure!

Khalil was in his room resting after an exhausting day at work when the door to his room opened, and he turned to see who it was. It was Ihsan, along with Humayrah, Khairat, and Imtiyaaz

"Assalamu Alaikum." They said, each with a smile on their face.

"Wa'alaikumu Salam cuties, how're you??" He replied with a smile of his.

"We're good, Alhamdulillah ya khalil." They replied. Khalil smiled at the values their mothers instilled in them.

"Ya khalil, baba is calling you. Yana private parlour din shi." Ihsan said.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Ya khalil...." Khairat started.

"Yes, Khair, what is it?"

"We want ice cream." Humayrah said eagerly with a huge grin.

"Yes, yes, ish cream." Imtiyaaz joined in, clapping his hands. That made khalil laugh in amusement.

"Sure, we'll go get ice cream when I'm back from Baba's place. Let's go."

"Thank you, Ya khalil!"

"You're the best, yaya!"

"We love you!!" Ihsan, Khairat, and humayrah said, respectively.

They all left the room together, and while they went outside to continue whatever it is they were doing, he went to Baba's private living room.

He knocked on the wooden mohagany door and waited for a response. "Come in." Baba said.

"Assalamu Alaikum." Khalil said after opening the door. And Baba replied.
He walked towards the Royal couches situated in the centre of the cream coloured room, where Baba was seated.

"Ina wuni Baba." He greeted and sat on the carpet opposite the three sitter Baba was on.

"Lafiya qalau khalil, how're you doing? How's work?" His father inquired.

"Work is good, Alhamdulillah. We settled with the international clients." He replied with a smile of pride.

"Maa Shaa Allah, Allah ya sa albarka khalil."

"Ameen Baba."

"You didn't answer my first question though, how're you khalil?" Khalil sighed before answering, "Well, I'm okay, Baba, it's just that everything happening at home is taking a toll on me."

"I know, but you can't let this get to you, khalil. You need to focus on your own life, settle down, and maybe start your own family."

"I want to Baba, but then I don't think it's the right time to do that. At least let things here get back to normal."

"But khalil problems are never ending, and if you keep putting your own life on hold, you won't know when the time will be gone, just like that. And you never know, maybe a wedding is what the family needs to bond again. So, do you have a girl in mind?"

Khalil rubbed the nape of his neck awkwardly, "Actually, I do. It's just that I haven't really spoken to her about it."

"Ohh, who's the lucky girl?" Baba asked with a warm smile.