Sold For Marriage

3. The real world Rapunzel

Salaam and sorry for the late update, been busy. But anyways here you go. Sorry if its a bit short.

NAZRUDIN

"Are you saying she had crazy magical hair that glows and can heal people's injuries?" I ask in surprise.

I swear that is a joke right? I mean come on, we're talking about Farukh here. The all serious stern boyfriend of mine who actually to be honest doesn't like to drink coffee.

He don't do jokes. However I must say, this is a pretty good joke coming straight from his mouth. Not.

"What? No no no" Farukh groan.

"Then what in the Allah's world are you talking about?"

"I'm saying that the girl has been stolen by her unbiological parents"

Stolen? Okay what?

"What do you mean she has been stolen?"

This is a serious talk now. In the first place, I thought the girl is a woman and I want to give her freedom but no. And then the second place, Allahu Akhbar I have to wait patiently from the old Geezer's bad breath. Third place, the girl is now in my house with Alia tending her.

And now for the fourth place, this scene happens.

So apparently this girl is the Rapunzel in this world. Sure she has long hair but not that long and besides her hair is dirty right now, will it be blonde?

Astagfirullah, haram Naz HARAM. For Allah's sake, why am I in this situation.

"From what I had from the papers here and the interrogation I had with the parents-" scoff "-we may have found the lost daughter from the scene that happened last 13 years ago"

And I stop breathing. That could not happen. I hold my gaze at the girl clutching the blanket now.

"Do you mean that-" and so I had been cut off by my father calling for me to go to the living room. "I'll talk to you later. Assalammualaikum brother"

"Waalaikumsalam" he reply. And I cut the line, looking at my phone one last time.

Walking back to the living room, I went to father and tell him the information I had from Farukh. Father look at my eyes and I copy too.

"What else did he said?" father asks.

I shrug and he nod.

"Nazrudin my dear, food is on the table ready for you. Eat them and I will take care of this girl okay?" mother said as she support the girl to walk.

Nodding, I went straight to the dining room because Wallahi, my stomach is growling reallll bad now.

Right after I open the lid of the plate under the precious delicious food that made by my mom, the best of all mothers, my phone vibrate signaling someone sent me a text.

Opening it while taking a spoon, I open the text I got from Farukh saying "Bring her to the hospital tomorrow for a test blood"

"okk" I send. "*insert smooch emoji*"

And he reply back with a gag emoji.

I have never been so hurt in my life. I clutch my chest in shock to be dramatic even though no one is here now.

Settling down my phone on the dining table, I read my du'a for eating and start to dig in to my favorite curry rice from childhood.

When I was a kid, I keep on bwggubg my mother to make this for me. Even if I am sick.

The best.

When the food enters to my mouth, I feel a bliss and in heaven. Tears forming around my eyes. Truly it is an amazing sensation that can only belongs to the food that has been cooked by your mom. I'm still amazed how it is still hot.

Mom's intuition I guess "Alhamdulillah for this"

By the time I finish eating, which is around less than a half of hour because I am savouring the food, I wash the dishes and went back to the living room to rest.

Father watching The Pickers on the TV sparks my interest and I decide to join.

But my eyes advert their gaze to the newspaper on the coffee table and I take it to my hands and read it.

Animatedly flipping through pages when its boring and sigh when there's no interesting news. My now blank mind shifts into the girl.

If she's really the missing daughter from the scene 13 years ago, then she might be don't know her own true self which is kinda sad.

For Allah's sake, she's four years old at that time. How could she even remember anything. She has been alone in that house for 13 years and been abused almost everyday from the look of how damaged her body is.

I know you readers want to know what in the Allah's world I am talking about but really, that's for you to find out about it in.......

later. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now that you know you will know it later, let's focus in the book now shall we? Okay? okay.

Yes its the the fault in our stars reference got a problem? And no I don't like this movie, Alia forced me into it mkay.

"Naz, she will be staying here in my room tonight and we're going to the hospital tomorrow to see if she has any broken ribs"

I nod at Alia when she went down to the stairs.

"Oh yeah, we also need to know her blood" I tell her as we sat on the soft couches facing the tv with father.

"Why?" she ask. Her eyes bore into the television screen. Focusing blankly as she switches the channels.

I look at her and say, "she may be the lost daughter of the Aabad Co. Our company's rival"

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"From the x-ray we have here, she has a few broken ribs" the doctor said and I hiss at the statement.

Looking at the girl beside me who had an unfazed look on her face, I grip my palms on top of my jeans.

A poor girl like her shouldn't be in this state. She should be with her friends, with her parents full of love not some sicko ol' bastards.

"How long will it be heal?" I ask the doctor. Eyeing at him.

"well its not really critical, it can heal properly at home if you want to so it might take about one to two months" he answers back. "just don't let her overwork herself"

I sigh in relief looking at the girl. Alhamdulillah, In sha Allah she'll be alright. I smile at her as she look up at me and immediately look away when the doctor explain how to treat it.

I also tell him about her being mute. The girl hold up her head and let the doctor examine her throat.

For a while, the doctor flashes a look of pity but decide to change into his stoic face. He look at me and nod.

And so my heart beat drops.

"So next stop is the blood test right?" Farukh asks crossing his arms as we go out from the doctor's room. The girl following behind me, staring down on the floor.

Her feet seems to be more better than before. A pair of clean shoes for her to wear and also a hood shadowing her face.

"Can you walk?" I ask carefully to not offend her or anything.

The girl nod and shakes her feet healthily as a proof that she's okay. Bandages are seen on the ankle area but I guess its okay. I shrug.