𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒒𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒏[ "أقحوان]

part one

The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the world. The birds are just starting to stir, their songs adding a sweet melody to the otherwise quiet morning.

A new day in New York. Inside the ravishing castle like house
An old muslim couple was sitting on their table.

Their eyes are still droppy from sleep. Infront of them, few light dishes were placed. And two mug of coffee. A comforting silence was there.

The old lady lets out a yawn, a smile was adorning her lips. Her face shows little tiredness as she said while taking a sip from coffee as she said
"He came late yesterday?"

The old husband's eyes were showing clear awe. As he admired his old wife. He lets out a sigh and said
"sinthiya you already know that your son always comes late. He won't wake up sooner. And then another fact is He is sleepy head!"

The woman named sinthiya playfully glared at her husband. As she said
"My son is not sleepyhead mr. maaz"

He shook his head in response. His eyes shows love for his old wife. Even in this old age his wife shines like moon like amar.

He knows his wife loves his bratty son more than anything in the world. More than everything. And she is the sole reason of his son spoiled behavior

He took a sip from the coffee as he said
"Go and wake him up sinnie. Or he will miss his university"

His eyes darted from his wife to the big clock.which was placed on the silver colored wall. The clock clicks on 9.
As he continued with a chuckle
"Its past 9 already habibiti"

Her eyes widen as she started to drink hurriedly. She didnt care that the coffee is hot. The sole attention was on walking up her son.

Maaz watched his old wife with a little concern as he said
"Sinnie drink slowly you will burn your tongue honey"

In response he only got a glare and silence. To be honest he got a little scared by the glare which his wife send to him. It was warning to stay silent.

"For Allah's sake, stop glaring at me. Its scary amar" the old man named maaz muttered under his breath as he took a sip and tried to avoid the glare which his wife send.

They are old, yet still he gets scared by his wife's glare.

He kept gulping the hot coffee. His eyes were fixed on the pancake. He was hella nervous by the shooting glare.

Sinthiya gets up from the sit after finishing her coffee. Her eyes darted to the clock finally she stopped glaring at her old husband.

Meanwhile, maaz lets out a sigh of relief when she started to walk toward the up stairs.

He muttered under his breath "ya allahh thank you" . He kept enjoying his meal and sometime glancing at the upper stairs,
where his wife went to wake up his sleepyhead son.