The indelible tale of Revenge and Remorse, Delusion and Deception, Ataraxy and Agony, Belief and Bully, Endearment and Enmity, Silence and Sorrow, Mistakes and Memories...
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The earthy scent of the freshener entered Iyaad's nostrils as he closed the entrance door of his house and treaded in. His feathery hair were tideously spread over his head and his bag hung over one shoulder whilst he walked in the spacious living room, but instead of moving directly upstairs, he decided to head to the kitchen and get himself some refreshment.
His mood and day both were as autumnal today as the weather outside. However, he had hardly crossed half of the space when an abrupt voice halted him.
"What happen kid? Aren't you too quick to return today?"
Iyaad suddenly felt all his bones baked as if shoved inside an oven. Never in his entire life had he hated this voice so much as he was doing today. His head tilted towards the study where through the glass, he could see his father perusing his demeanor from behind the desk.
The idea of refreshment died and Iyaad pushed open the glass door to enter inside. He was really in a mood of settling the desk with his father.
"Papa atleast learn to act well. It's no use of playing anymore." He took to point upon finding the same artificial smile on Tariq's phiz, which only enhanced some more.
"I know. You're tired of playing with me already, isn't it?" The hint of mockery that reflected out of his tone solved the final piece of puzzle for Iyaad.
So he does know about Ayzel's stay... Never mind! His sulkiness faded.
"Nope, I can still happily play against you if you continue to be that horrible... you didn't leave any options yourself." He displayed some bravery, perceiving it was all futile to defy him now and his lion-like attitude brought a heavy chuckle out of Tariq.
"Don't be that smart kid. It's still my favor on you that I only did what I warned you of... your mother's still out of trouble." He took a flaunting tone to express his leniency that greatly affected Iyaad's temper.
"O, so what trouble you think she deserves anyways?... A divorce just because she chose to support me over you?" Sliding the bag off his shoulder, he dropped it on the chair that forefronted the desk, all charged for a healthy comeback.
"I wonder how Mum even beared to live with such a rock for two decades of her life." He murmured, leaving it audible enough for his father's ears to catch... and they did.
"Mind your language Iyaad! Don't force me to show you what a horrible dad can be." Tariq's raised volume intended to instill some manners in his son, only to find him straightening his shoulders some more.
"Why not? I'm excited to see if it's just roaring or you have the guts to actually do something." Iyaad's apathy for his dad now converted into a challenge.
He was obviously too full of his sleazy warnings and threats every now and then. Tariq's jaw hardened but before he could retort, Zaima entered the study after sensing the rising tension inside. The walls were just a glass on two sides after all.
