The Unbreakable Bond

Chapter Twenty-eight

Murtasim collected the dishes and walked into the kitchen. He could hear a pair of feet shuffling behind him, but he continued to focus on washing utensils.

Majed inched forward and sat on the counter near Murtasim, swinging his legs slowly.

Murtasim rinsed the dishes and dried them off with a paper towel before making his way over to the fridge and withdrawing a can of milk.

Majed's feet pattered behind him, only stopping a few meters away. "Baba?"

Murtasim hummed, as he set a pan on the stove and poured in the milk waiting for it to come to a boil. Majed pouted, "Baba!"

Murtasim glanced at him before turning his attention back to the task at hand, "Bolo Majed!"

{Speak Majed}

"Gussa ho?!"

{Are you angry?}

"Whose angry?" Mirza questioned, stepping into the kitchen with Maaz not far behind him.

Majed didn't respond, instead, he jumped on the counter near the stove. Murtasim glared at him, yet chose to keep quiet when he saw there was a safe distance between the hob and his child.

Mirza retrieved a bowl from the cupboard and pulled out an ice cream tub from the freezer. He scooped up the chocolate and vanilla ice cream into his bowl.

Maaz snatched the bowl out of his hand, "That's enough! Don't eat too much or you'll get sick!"

Mirza stomped his feet and tried to snatch the bowl out of his hand but Maaz shook his head, "No! Either you can eat the amount you have in here or forget about it altogether!"

Mirza swirled his attention towards Murtasim, "Baba-"

"Mirza, listen to your brother!"

Mirza pouted but obeyed, snatching the bowl out of Maaz's hand, he stomped towards the living room. Majed poked Murtasim in his biceps and pointed towards the ice cream tub. "I also want ice cream baba"

Before Murtasim could respond, Maaz picked up the ice cream tub and threw it back in the freezer, "You're not having any after the stunt you pulled today. And you may have forgotten but there's no junk food for you throughout this whole week, maybe even next week!"

"That's not fair!"

"Life's not fair sweetheart!" Maaz retorted, unamused.

Majed glared at him, choosing to turn his face away when he was awarded with a pointed look. He stared at Murtasim, who closed the stove and poured the milk into a cup, before placing the pan in the sink.

He picked up the cup and made his way upstairs, straight to his room with Majed tottering behind him. Placing the cup on the small drawer set by his desk, he moved to his wardrobe, fetching a pair of loose pants with a t-shirt, before making his way over to the bathroom.

Majed plopped himself on the bed, waiting for Murtasim to come out. The immense feeling of boredom was starting to annoy him, so he began to roll around on the bed, dragging the blankets with him.

He was too engrossed to realize Murtasim had exited the bathroom. The elder smiled fondly at his action before clearing his throat to gain his attention.

Majed turned on his back, forgetting the blankets on the bed, and smiled sheepishly, while trying to get the bed back into good shape.

Murtasim fixed the pillows and took a seat on the bed after grabbing the cup filled with milk. He held it out to Majed who shook his head instantly, "Nhi!"