Hate To Love, a Trent Alexander Arnold Story

Chapter 2

Malaika's pov

Saturday evening

My brother had a game and forced me to watch it on TV. It was a good game. i couldn't lie, but I wasn't that interested in it because as a girl, I had other problems I was dealing with. After the game finished, I started a bath for myself when I got a call from someone.

"Hi kaka, did you watch the game." My  brother called. "Mhm, I did, and I told you to stop calling me kaka. I hate that nickname." I said, really irritated, that my brother keeps calling me a nickname that I thought he dropped years ago."I love that nickname, though. Kaka-Malaika, it makes sense." Abdelhamid said. "Whatever. What's the problem? Why are you calling me?" I said.

"Oh, nothing, i just wanted to make sure you watched the game. Speaking of which, did you see trents goal? It was magnificent, " Abdelhamid said. "Sure, where was your goal?" I asked him with a smirk on my face. "My goal flew away before I could even score it, but that's not the point. The point is that we won, and that's all that matters." My brother said, trying to defend himself. "Do you want to say hi to Mama?" he added. "Yes, please.

I was going to call her after my bath." I said super happy. "Hello, Malaika. How are you, I haven't seen you in forever, " my mom said. "Me neither, Mama, I love you so much, and I hope I'll see you again  soon. You can even come to watch my own game." I said a bit sad. Ever since I moved to Spain, I never saw my mother, unless I facetimed her or visited her. But  even when I don't see her, i know she's there, and I know she's praying for me the same way I pray for her. "Bye, Mama, I love you so much." I said, trying to hold back some tears. "I love to as well darling, I hope you're enjoying spain, I hope," she said with a shaky voice. "Yes, spain is good. I love you, Mama. I love you so much, " I said while crying.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I missed my mother and she missed me more probably, but I will win my game, in fact, not just my game, but the whole champions league, and the world cup for her as well. I just don't want her to see me as a disappointment to her and not just my mom but also my dad. He also put a lot of effort to get ne where I am today, and I don't want to disappoint either one of them.

"I love you too, my dear. Now go, you must be very busy, " my mom said, sniffling her nose. "Ok, Mama, bye, have a great rest of your night." I said. "You too, my dear. I love you once again." Mama said. "I love you more, Mama. Bye, " I said. Mama gave the phone back to Hamid, and we said our goodbyes as well, and then we ended the call.

I put on the candles, and I relaxed in my bath for a really long time. I cried a bit more and then I got out. I've not cried in a long time, actually. The first time I cried like this was when I was leaving for Spain, and the last time was when I first facetimed Mama. Ever since then, I just didn't feel the need to cry until today. I'm grateful that my brother is taking care of Mama well. I would've had a heart attack if I knew she was being maltreated. Thank God she's not.

I put on my pajamas, and I made a hot cup of tea so I could sleep faster. After drinking it, I went back to my room, where I got myself comfortable on the bed. Thank God I finished all my work earlier today. I put on a movie so I wouldn't be bored, and halfway through the movie, I slept.

AUTHORS NOTE:

This was just a filler chapter because I'm literally so busy with school and testing. But finally, I have managed to post. Yay. Please vote and comment because I love to get criticism from my readers, and I love seeing what you all have to say. Anyways, bye. Xoxo