Roses & Bullets ✔️

~48

Ihsan's POV

I stepped out of the car, my hands trembling as I grasped the door handle. My mind was racing with the revelation that had shaken me to the core. Why I'm I acting as if I had just found out abegg...A sister? Sabrina?

I had always thought I was an only child, the sole recipient of my dada's love and attention. The thought of sharing that with someone else, especially someone I had never known existed, was unbearable.

Yes I know I shouldn't be jealous but come on! I've been trying to deceive myself for the past few days but I can't anymore.

As I took a deep breath, the cool hospital air hit me like a slap in the face, snapping me back to reality. I had to calm down, had to think clearly.

Abba had told me to talk to dada, to hear it from his own lips. But I was scared. What if it was true? What if my whole life had been a lie? Well not my whole life oo half since I'm not the one who was abandoned by dada she's the main character I guess.

I smoothed out my clothes, trying to compose myself. I couldn't let my emotions get the better of me. I needed to be strong, to face whatever truth lay ahead.

I took another deep breath, feeling a sense of determination wash over me.

As I walked towards the hospital entrance, my heels clicking on the pavement, I felt like I was walking towards a precipice.

I stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for the floor where maami was staying. I had visited her many times before, but today felt different.

As the doors opened, I stepped out, my eyes scanning the corridor for dada. Abba had told me he would be here, waiting for me. I spotted him sitting in a chair outside maami's room, his eyes fixed on me as I approached.

"Dada," I said, trying to sound calm.

He stood up, his eyes filled with a mix of sadness and concern but twinkled with a bit of determination.

"Ihsan," he said, his voice low and gentle as always. "I'm glad you're here."

I felt a lump form in my throat as I looked at him. Shit is about to go down.

I sat down next to Dada, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. He held my hand.

"Dada, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Is it true? Is she really my sister?"

Dada took a deep breath,before he began to speak. "Ihsan, from the beginning...," he started, his voice cracking a bit.

Dada's eyes seemed to glaze over, and he was transported to a different time and place. "I was poor, Ihsan. Very poor. Your aunt, my twin sister, she got sick with heart disease. I didn't have the money to pay for her treatment."

I felt a pang of shock and disbelief. Poor? Dada? It was hard to imagine. I had always known a life of luxury, where every want and need was catered to. The thought of Dada struggling to make ends meet was unfathomable.

I've always known that twin din dada has a heart disease but dada being poor? It made me sweat behind the knees.

"No, Dada," I whispered, shaking my head. "This can't be true. You're...you're my rich dada. You've always given me everything I've ever wanted."

Dada's eyes filled with tears as he looked at me. "I know, Ihsan. I've given you the world. But I didn't always have the world. I had to fight for every scrap of food, every penny. And when your aunt got sick, I was desperate. I didn't know where to turn."

I felt a wave of sympathy wash over me as I looked at Dada. I had never seen him so vulnerable, so broken.

"That's when lukman, my best friend, suggested that I marry his sister," Dada continued, his voice barely above a whisper.