To Our Doom (Paused)

Chapter 13: The Staycation Trip

Ishaaq woke up to Sarah rummaging through the storeroom beside his room. He yawned and stretched, getting up from bed and walking over to his doorframe. He rubbed his eyes and almost screamed when his eyes could see clearly.

"Ukhti!" he yelped; his eyes widened with horror. He gestured with both hands, signifying the enormity of the trouble Sarah had caused. "You unpacked the entire storeroom or something?"

Sarah was sitting down on the floor, rummaging through the storeroom's stuff. "Abbi told me to get the small flapping fan for the Barbeque but it's nowhere to be found..." she explained.

Ishaaq joined his sister after washing up to help her find the last-minute stuff needed for the Barbeque. They found that fan, it was hiding behind the mats that they'd have to take. Sarah frowned at it. She had cleaned the storeroom, but this one fan hid away from her.

With the final packing of the car done, they get into the car and are ready for the car ride. In which, both Sarah and Ishaaq were out like a light, sleeping peacefully.

"They still act like how they were ten years ago," Umm Ishaaq reminisced, staring fondly at her children through the window.

"Only with us, I hope," Abu Ishaaq added. "They are growing up so fast..."

"Soon, we'll have to look for potential spouses..." Umm Ishaaq remembered. She wants her children to be united with their other halves who would love and care for her children and respect them. She wants her children to be happy, just as she is happy with her husband and their children.

"Qadr Allah and His plan is the best plan," Abu Ishaaq consoled. "We just need to do our best and leave the rest to Allah,"

Umm Ishaaq smiled at her husband who filled her heart with faith and love for Allah. Alhamdulillah. She is so grateful to have Abu Ishaaq by her side.

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By the time Sarah wakes up, Ishaaq is almost jumping up and down in his seat smiling widely. She raised both her brows at him as she sat up straight.

"Yo bro, who got you smiling like that?" she asked. Ishaaq cleared his throat and gestured to her with his head to look forward.

Sarah scrunched her brows and followed his gaze in front. They were nearing the resort hotel they booked for their stay and the grassy hills could be seen right behind the building. The sea was glistening farther left, from Ishaaq's window. From Sarah's window side, the sand hills rolled on until they reached the mountains.

"Subhan Allah," Sarah said, glorifying the Creator of such wonders. "But that's not it, is it?"

"Akhi is here!" Ishaaq announced. He jolted awake when he heard 'Ibrahim' amidst his parent's discussion. He had been grinning like an idiot since then.

"He's not even your biological brother," Sarah reminded him. Ishaaq's never as excited as he is now when she comes back home after class... or ever.

"But he can be my brother-in-law!" Ishaaq added, playfully raising a brow. To which Sarah rolled her eyes... and it felt a bit exaggerated. She felt like the eye-roll went a bit too far–

"Nonsense," she said, clearing her throat at the brief image that flashed through her mind of a wedding where she was the bride and Ibrahim was the groom.

Her parents heard that but pretended not to have heard it. Way to go.

Ishaaq then continued ignoring Sarah and probably rehearsing the things he was going to talk to Ibrahim about. While Sarah rigorously shook off the image from her mind and recited her morning duas.