The Muslim Criminal

Chapter 27 - Doubts

Nuh' POV

When I wake up I couldn't help but wince in pain. I get out of bed with difficulty and head for the shower. The water stings my body but it feels nice after a while.

I get out if my room after getting ready for work and go downstairs to eat breakfast. Zayna comes downstairs typing on her phone. Wait! When did she get a phone?

"When did you get a phone?" i ask casually.
"Oh, Ibrahim bought it for me" she smiles. I smile back, fake smile back!
"That's nice" the fucking bastard using my money for her privileges.

"How are you feeling?" She asks in concern.
"I'm fine"
"Really?" She presses.
I nod. She gives a small smile then continues typing on her phone. I look at her cautiously. Could it be possible? No. She can't. Can she? But she's happy with me. She's forgiven me. So then how? Is it an act? No. She's not that good a liar. I'm the one with the act. She can't be faking all this. Then again..... No, she can't!

I sigh, I need to find out more. Maybe her phone will help.
"Zayna could you tell the Chef to hurry up with the food"
"Sure Dad"

She leaves her phone on the table and walks to the kitchen. I quickly take her phone and switch it on. No password, ha dumb bitch. I quickly look through her messages, Ibrahim. That's it? Then who was she texing. I look to see she was texting Ibrahim, but they're under the same roof. I sigh and put her phone away back where it was.

She comes back and sits down with the Chef behind her. The mistake comes down as well and joins Zayna. I find it disgusting how they share their food.

She isn't smart enough to know how to hide things on her phone is she? No, the bitch came from jail, she doesn't know anything. So she can't have been the cause of all this. No, she's too happy with me to think about all this let alone do it.

"Dad we're leaving" she says as she gets up.
"See you later darling" I smile at her. Once her back is facing me a scowl is planted on my face.

I hate that bitch!

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Zayna's POV

"Zayna!" Ashley shouts after me.
"What" I say calmly.
"Why are you... running off?" She says once she catches up to me. She takes deep breaths to regain the oxygen she lost.

"You need the exercise" I comment.
"Do not!" She says getting offended
"Do too. You just ran across the hall and you're tired"
"Your point?"
"My point is that you need the exercise"
"Argh, forget this. Anyways I wanted to ask you something"
"Shoot"
"My neighbour's friend is having a party, I was wondering if you would come?" She asks
I give her a 'are you serious' look.
"Are you tapped in the head?" I ask. She tried to think of a reply so I carry on.
"Ashley, I don't do parties. Especially the ones you're going to. Drunk people, alcohol, dancing, blaring music. Not my thing" I say
"Aww, I was hoping you would come"
"Who in their right mind would hope to see a Muslim in a party?"
"Me" she mumbles.
"You're weird man"
"I'm not a man, stop using your jail words at me"
"Jail words?" I repeat.
"Yeah, isn't that how they talk. Using 'man'"
"Well yeah, but no. Ashley, everyone uses that"
"Oh whatever" she waves off. She is one weird girl.

"I'm starving" she says
"So eat"
"But I got no money"
"I'll pay, I owe you anyways"
"Isn't it me that owes you"
"Does it matter? I'm paying, now get me some food too. But it better me nice" I warn. She gets up to go while I check my phone.

Thanks for that - Daniel

He carries on our conversation from the morning.

No problem, I know how you non - Muslims are addicted to your alcohol - me

There are certain things you can say to your friends and they won't get offended, this us one of them times.

And I know how you Muslims are scared at the sight of it let alone drink it - Daniel

I laugh softly at his text.

Yeah because that's true - me

No but seriously, I haven't had a drink for a loong time. I owe you kid - Daniel.

Not exactly, because you did what I wanted you to *wink wink* - me

Trust me, I had the fun too - Daniel

I chuckle at the text and put my phone away because Ashley was coming.

"What were you laughing at?" She says as she takes a bite out of her sandwich.
"Oh, I was just talking to Ibrahim" I wave off. I then look around for my food.
"Where's my food?"
"About that. I don't know if you have meat or not, so I got you an apple"
"An apple?"
"An apple"
"Gee thanks. This apple is the only thing that can end my hunger" I say sarcastically. She laughs at what I say but I don't.

"Wanna hang out after school?" She asks me.
"Can't, I've got work"
"I still can't believe you're working at a top business"
"Well, my Dad owns it"
"True"

After lunch school goes by like a drag. I finally get into the car to go home with Ibrahim.
Once I enter my room I know instantly it's been searched.

I act all normal and take out some fresher clothes and then get changed in my bathroom, you know after checking for the cameras.

When I walk out I take my phone and a file I was working on then go out to Robert.
He drives me to work and I enter. People greet me with smiles and 'hello's and 'afternoon's but I ignore them. I walk to Dads office and start on my work.

"We have that meeting in an hour"
"I've just sent it to you"
"Thanks" he says.

I get so into my work I don't realise the time go by. I really like business work, and hopefully I'll be in charge of my own pretty soon.

We get home together, more like Dad urged me to wait for him. I think he was scared from the other day.

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Nuh's POV

After she left for school I waited for Amira to come down.
"Here, take this and go get the house essentials"
"But we have a maid to do that"
"So, we also have you. And I told you so do it. End of" I snap.

She nods and takes my card. I wait for her to leave then I walk upstairs, instead of going to my room I walk I to Zayna's. If she's hiding something then it must be here. I search her room inside out, no corner went by that I didn't look at. But I didn't find anything, she didn't have a lot of things, her room was still like it was before she came. A guest suite, the only thing was that she had more clothes but they were neatly put in the laundry basket or in her closet. After a couple more hours of looking I gave up and left. I guess I'm wrong, she isn't hiding anything.

I got in the spare car with my new driver and went to work.
She came in hours later, after giving me the presentation I went to the meeting without her, she was too busy with the rest of the work.

When we got home I saw how tired she was.
"Go to sleep, you look exhausted"
"Yeah, luckily it's a Saturday tommorow" she shows a lazy smile. After yawning she walks upstairs.

I sigh in frustration as I watch her retreating figure. I'm only faking with her so she helps me with my business. She doesn't know but since contractors have found out I'm working with The Muslim Criminal they have been more interested to see our projects and plans. Her presentation helped a lot as well, everyone was surprised even me. Once I get the contract I need to rise then she's off my back. I'll just find a way to get rid of her.