The Muslim Criminal

Chapter 28 - Trust me

Zayna's POV

I crept into his room and slowly walked towards him. Aww, he looked all cute when he was sleeping too bad I'm going to ruin that. I blew the whistle loudly in his ear making him jump up and fall out of the bed.

I burst out laughing as he groaned in pain.
"Why" he whines
"Hurry up! Get up and ready!" I shout loudly.
He stands up and pouts.
"Can't you just let me sleep a bit more?"
"Oh come on, I came home at 2am and you're telling me your tired"
"But it's too early for a Saturday"
"It's only 5:37 and it's Sunday"
His eye almost buldge out if his sockets.
"But I've read Fajr and I'm tired"
"No, now get changed we're going jogging"
He huffs and stomps to his bathroom. I jump on his bed and lay there waiting.

"Come on" he says tiredly
"Got your trainers"
"Yeah, now lets go. Before I change my mind"

We go downstairs and jog around our area. See it's a very big house that needs a lot of land which is all privately bought, so running around the house itself will be like running 10 miles.

"I'm dying, I'm dying. Please stop" he says panting
"Oh man up" I say
"No, man down. Man down, legs falling, eyes dropping, bye sis" he says before falling to the ground and staying there. I walk up to him.
"Ibrahim don't be a wimp, we've only jogged 10 miles. Not like it's 20"
"Maybe you have good stamina but I don't. My legs are officially jelly"
"Loser" I sneer
"Don't care, I just don't want to run anymore"
"Ok so my reverse psychology didn't work"

After looking at him lay on the ground a but more I give in.
"Fine, lets go back in"
"Could you carry me?" He whines
"I don't think my legs can endure the weight"

I sigh before picking his arm up and lifting his body on my shoulder like a pillow.
"Hey!" He says in shock.
"What you wanted me to carry you?"
"I didn't expect you to do it with such ease, plus with your small figure I'm surprised I fit on your shoulder"
"Trust me bro, you don't. My figure is the only thing I'm lacking at, everything else is fine. I have the muscle, the stamina, just not the body" I laugh with him. I carry him inside and drop him on the sofa in the lounge room.

"I'm going to the gym, you can sleep here" I say before going to the gym.

After my training exercise I run upstairs to have a shower, yes I was sweating. What do you expt after two hours of intense training?

After training I put on some clean clothes and meet Ibrahim who's still sleeping on the sofa. I wake him up and tell him to shower to which he agrees.

I walk into the kitchen to see Chef there.
"Hey Chef"
"Ah Zayna good morning dear"
"Morning, so I was wondering if I could help with breakfast"
He seemed hesitant.
"My dear you must understand. You are the master, the master does not cook, that's the servant, I'm the servant" he says in his thick accent.
"You said I'm the master right, so the servant always listens to the master?"
"Ya"
"So this master is telling you to let her help make breakfast. Come on, I wanna learn"
"Alright, I know better than to argue with you"
I smile a smug smile.

I make the pancake batter and then make them on the pan.
"We have a special breakfast today?"
"Really what is it?"
"Cinnamon buns"
"What's that?"
"You let me make then you can see"
"Fine, I'll make the fruit salad"

He rolls out some dough while I chop the fruits and put it in the glass bowl.

When I've finished chopping I look to see he's putting a tray in the oven.

"Everybody will come down now. You go and sit down"
"If you say so, sir" I say. He looks at me confused.

"Work status doesn't matter to me, you could he homeless and I would still respect you. We are all human, and we are all equal. You are older to me so I will respect you by calling you sir, do not think of me as your master. Think of me as your friend or daughter" I say. He smiles brightly at me.

"My dear, you are much like my daughter"

I smile at him before leaving the kitchen. Dad has done a lot to make them think like this. How could they think me, a young girl is superior to them just because I have money?

I sit at the table with Ibrahim, Dad and Amira come down. I get reminded of something as I look at her. The food is placed on the table and everyone digs in.

Chef comes from the kitchen.
"Cinnamon buns" he says. Nuh sighs.
"Chef, your position is in the kitchen so stay there. There's no need to come out of the kitchen to brag about your food"

Chef lowers his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry Master"
I take a cinnamon bun and bite into it. Ohhhh my days. This is heavenly.

I moan in delight as I eat the bun.
"This is soooo good" I say. Ibrahim nods since he's too busy eating it to speak.
I take another and finish it. Then I take another and walk into the kitchen. Chef is standing with his back to me, I know he's hurt by what Nuh said.

"Personally, I think your food is worth bragging about" I say, he turns and shows a small smile.
"Thank you"
"Aren't you going to try your own food?"
"I usually wait for you to finish"
"Well, luckily I saved one for you. It's still warm" I say waving it about.

He smiles genuinely and takes it.
"Don't mind him, the important thing is that I like your food. That's all that matters" I joke making him laugh.
"You're a good kid"
"Don't tell anyone" I say playfully
"I won't" he says seriously.

After breakfast me and Ibrahim went to play mini golf in the gaming room.
"Wanna shoot some hoops?" I ask. He nods eagerly.

We play basketball for a while but I can't help but see all his bruises everytime he tries to shoot. They must be deep if they still haven't gone. Wait, they look recent. I grab him arm.

"That's cheating" he says "I was about to make a three pointer!"
He notices my serious face.
"I can't believe you" I say.
"W-what"
"He did it again and you didn't tell me. When?" I say. He doesn't say anything.
"When!" I shout.

"A couple days back, when he got home a beaten up" he whispers
"He was in too much pain to hurt you" I say.
"Yoh didn't let me finish, two days after that day he did it. You were upstairs getting ready for school and he just found me" he says quietly.
"And you didn't tell me"

"Yeah well you promised!" He says getting angry.
"You promised you wouldn't let him do it anymore! Now you're too busy staying with him, having fun, being happy to notice that I'm in the sidelines getting hurt!" He shouts. Tears running down his cheeks.

I hug him tightly, his head is buried in the crook on my neck.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" I say.
He cries softly and I listen.

"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to Ibrahim, I didn't know"
"You're too busy to know" he mumbles. A pause comes between us.

"Sorry, I know I'm blaming you for this" he starts.
"It's fine, I deserve it. I promised yet you still got hurt"
"No, it's just. I'm just. Confused. I guess the only thing I can do it blame others for my mistakes" he sniffs
"What mistakes?"
"It's not a secret that I must've done something to make him angry. He can't just hit me for no reason"

You'd be surprised

"If I ask a favour will you do it?"
"What?"
"Will you do it. For my sake"
"Yeah anything"
"Can I take pictures of the bruises?" I ask cautiously
"W-why?"
"I know a guy that can observe it so I can find the right medicine to get rid of them" I say thinking on the spot "I mean, these ointments don't seem like they're doing much good, so it's better to get a specific medicine right?"
"Erm. I er I guess"
"Are you sure your ok with this?"
"Yeah, it's no harm right?"
"No harm" I assure until the future

I pull out my phone and take a few pictures of his bruises and a few scars.
"Thanks" I say.
"What's the point of saying thanks, you're doing this to help me"
"Yeah I am. Because you're my brother and I love you" I say
"Love you too sis" he smiles.

****

Ibrahim is taking a shower now while I'm on the phone in my room.

"Have you got it?"
"Yeah, it wasn't even that hard" I scoff.
"Don't underestimate him. Send it to me now so we dont lose it"
"Ok, now what's the next move"