Mafia and Muslimah: A journey to iman

Part:27

The living room was filled with a warm, comfortable atmosphere as Hayat and Ali sat with Yusuf, Mr. Khalid, and Mrs. Khalid, chatting away the evening.

It was around 9 PM when Ali gently nudged Hayat, saying, "We should head home now; it’s getting late."

Hayat’s mother, sensing the moment, interjected softly, "Why not stay here tonight, Hayat? It’s been so long since you spent time with us. A whole year has gone by with just a few phone calls."

Before Hayat could respond, a sharp voice cut through the room. Mia had appeared from Yusuf's room, her expression twisted with disdain.

"Now that you have your own house, why don’t you just stay there?" she snapped. "Why keep lingering here like you don’t have your own place?"

The room fell silent, the warmth vanishing instantly. Hayat, taken aback by Mia's rudeness, kept her composure and replied politely, "Mia, we’re all family. There’s no need to talk like this."

Ali’s face hardened, clearly irritated, but before he could say anything, Yusuf rose abruptly, his eyes blazing with anger.

He crossed the room in quick strides and grabbed Mia by the arm, his voice icy. "What the hell is wrong with you, Mia? This is Hayat's home, not yours. We’re guest here."

Mia jerked her arm free, her eyes narrowing as she shot back, "Guests? Then why don’t you take me to my own house? Why are we still living here?"

Yusuf’s temper flared even more, his voice now filled with a dangerous edge. "We’ll leave tomorrow, but you better control yourself. I won’t let you create a scene here. This is a family home, and I won’t tolerate your disrespect."

Mia smirked, unfazed by his anger. "A family home? Don’t kid yourself, Yusuf. Since when have you cared about family, anyway? And as much I know, this is your Aunt's home, right? Your family should be your mother, father, siblings, me and..."

Yusuf clenched his fists, barely restraining himself. “Mia, enough. If you can’t behave, stay in the room and keep your nonsense to yourself. This isn’t the place for your outbursts.”

Yusuf practically dragged Mia into the room, his grip on her arm unyielding as he slammed the door behind them.

The moment they were alone, Mia’s fury exploded. She reached for a decorative vase, hurling it at the wall where it shattered into countless pieces.

“Have you lost your mind?!” Yusuf shouted, rushing to her and grabbing her by the shoulders. His fingers dug into her skin, trying to shake sense into her, but Mia was beyond reason. She shoved him back, her eyes wild with anger and hurt.

“You still love her, don’t you?” she screamed, her voice raw with accusation. “You don’t give a damn about me or our child! All you ever think about is Hayat! Well, guess what, Yusuf? She’s not yours to love anymore!”

Yusuf’s face twisted in a mix of fury and desperation. He placed a hand over her mouth, silencing her before her outburst could reach the ears of those outside. “Shut up, Mia!” he hissed, his tone dangerous. “If anyone hears you, it’ll be a disaster. Do you want to ruin everything?”

Mia yanked his hand away, her eyes blazing with defiance. “I don’t care! Let them hear! Let them know how much you hate me! You can’t stand the sight of me, can you? You’re only with me because of this damn child!”

Yusuf’s patience snapped, his voice dropping to a low, menacing growl. “You’re right. I can’t stand you. Every day with you is a nightmare I can’t wake up from. But I’m trying—” He paused, his grip on her shoulders tightening painfully. “I’m trying to tolerate you for the sake of this child, but you’re making it impossible!”