The Muslim News Reporter

The Sleepover

Jannah's POV

So today is the day I'm going to Amanda's house to sleepover over the weekend.

Am I excited?

Nope, not really.

There's no need for you to ask "Why?" You already know.

All I can think about on the way is how I'm going to face Mr. Malak.

I really hope he doesn't embarrass me.

I let a loud *sigh* come out as I rest my head on my palm staring out the car window.

"I wonder how your father is doing" Rebecca says looking forward to Amanda.

"His alright. His very excited to see you guys. Especially..."

She stops the car and faced me, "You." She winks while a big grin appears on her face.

"Well. Do you blame him?" Rebecca adds. "Who wouldn't like to meet their soon to be daughter in law?"

I let out a loud sigh as I rolled my eyes back to the window.

These two play too much.

But I have to admit, I really miss Malak's father.

Before Mr. Ego came along -__- it was His father who was the owner.

Oh those times were everything!

No one was afraid to come late but no one wanted to come late because everyone loved their job so much.

He made lives so much easier. Is Mr. Malak really his son?

I mean Mr. Oumar is so nice, how can be Malak's fathe—

"And we are here."

Amanda says opening the door for me.

I quickly grab my bags and my phone rushing out to see the house.

Masallah....

"This is where you live?" Rebecca asks.

"Yup." Amanda answered as she waves to the maids to grab our bags.

"Take them to my room. We'll be there quick." Amanda say's to them gently.

Maids? The girl has maids! Oh my god....

"So come on you guys! Let's go! I know father can't wait to see you guys."

Rebecca says holding both our hands.

Wallah guys... I feel like I'm in wonderland. This is too good to be true.

They have guards, cooks, maids, nannies, crystal thingy's.... And... Subhnallah this is very beautiful maybe too beautiful.

"Dad. Mom meets Jannah and Rebecca." Amanda says pushing both of us to her parents, who stood up in delight,

"Mr. Oumar." I said smiling, "Long time no see. How are you?" I asked.

"Alhmdillah can't complain. Although I miss everyone at the office." He said sadly.

"So how come you never visited us? Don't you like us anymore?" Rebecca asks.

"Oh Rebecca. I try but at my age and having Malak and Khalid for sons you're never really allowed to do anything."

"Well when you put it that way then of course." I said letting out a gentle laugh.

"I'm sorry, where are my manners? This is my lovely wife. Laila."