Irreversible

⚜♚Bonus: Rohaan Family♚⚜

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Rohaan

"Why?" Five-year-old Rabiya started asking her endless questions.

"Because school is important, sweetheart." Yamna explained to her patiently as she buttoned up our daughter's cardigan.

"Why?"

I chuckled and Yamna gave me an annoyed look, probably telling me to answer the question if I was finding it so amusing.

"School is where you learn new things, make friends..." Yamna replied, not letting her irritation seep out in her conversation with our daughter.

"ZAVI SCHOOL TOO!" Our two-year-old son Zaviyar shouted while jumping on our bed. As he almost tumbled off, I reached out with one arm and caught him. It was a practice by now. 

"No, Zavi is too young." I placed my little monkey on my shoulders. 

"I'm too young too." Rabiya pouted, coming to stand beside me. "Papa, look how small I am." She tilted her head back to look at me, as if emphasising our height difference.

I grinned. "Sorry, Biya. By law, you have to go to school... and you don't want Papa to break the law by not sending you to school, right?"

Rabiya pouted slightly. "I guess." 

Suddenly, I heard a tiny sound on my shoulder, and the next thing I knew, Zaviyar was giggling.

"Did you just fart on me, you little squirrel?" I asked, reaching up to tickle him.

Yamna burst out laughing. "Not wanting to go to school... gas attacks on family members... Sounds familiar, Detective?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I muttered, taking Zaviyar off my shoulder, and holding him in my arms. 

"Alright, Rabiya, let's go and have breakfast." Yamna took our daughter's hand and led her out of the room. 

I followed, with Zaviyar still giggling in my arms, his one arm around my neck.

Downstairs, four-year-old Taha was sitting at the table, messily eating his breakfast, with Arsal beside him. Taha was now also going to pre-school. He loved it because they read stories, and he enjoyed stories like generations above him.

"Tayan, look." My nephew held up a piece of scrambled egg, showing it to me proudly.

"Good boy." I ruffled his hair and leaned down to kiss the top of his head.

Zavi instantly squirmed out of my arms and took a seat beside Taha, reaching out to grab a piece of egg from his cousin's plate.

"Zavi, no." Yamna said, firmly. "Let him eat. I'll make you yours."

"It's okay, Yamna. They can share." Arsal smiled, patting my son's head, before glancing towards Rabiya. "How is our Princess this morning?"

"I don't want to go to school, Chachu." My daughter pouted at him. "I'm sad."

"You enjoy school though, Rabiya. You have all your friends, and you love reading the books there." Arsal told her. 

"But I would rather play at home with my toys." Rabiya sighed sadly, as if we were afflicting her with all the zulm in the world. Her eyes widened and she looked at me. "Can we go to Haya Phupho's after school today?"

It was like nature's punishment for me that Rabiya was so damn attached to Behaya. 

"Maybe on the weekend." Yamna is the one who answered. "You get too distracted otherwise and you don't finish your homework."