The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Divorce

2 Months Later

Hannah 

"Somehow Yaqub is creeping me out." I said, unconsciously. Yadirah took a bite of the pudding I made. 

"This is heaven! Any man would be lucky to have you as a wife!" Yadirah said, gleefully. I smiled a little. She looked over at the end of the hallway, and saw Yaqub walking with Binyamin. "Ah... it's time to go home." She said as she spotted her brother. Then she turned to me. "How is he creeping you out though?" She asked. 

As Yaqub and Binyamin got closer, I sighed. 

"I'm not sure creeping out is the right word to describe it now. It just feels really tense now, and I hate being tense around people." I muttered. Not to mention, it was a whole lot awkward every time Binyamin would come over to that restaurant. 

"Ready?" Binyamin asked Yadirah as he walked over to her. 

"Uh..." Yadirah looked at her brother. "Actually I just talked to mom. I'm going to Hannah's home today... to study." She said. 

"To study... literature?" Binyamin asked. Yadirah scowled. 

"Okay, well we're not gonna be studying the entire time." Binyamin nodded. 

"Okay, if you asked mom then I'll go home on my own. Want dad to pick you up?" He asked her. 

"Dad comes home tired. You come pick me up." She said, grinning. 

"Absolutely not. Come home on your own then." He said. Then he turned to leave. 

"Is he going to come pick you up then?" I asked her. Yadirah nodded. 

"Yup. That's his way of saying 'fine'." Seeing Binyamin and Yaqub leave without saying another word somehow made me feel relieved. 

I guess the only way I'd be able to escape those two would be the day I'd graduate. But even then, Yadirah's my best friend. Which means I'll just have to do my best to get rid of any thought of Binyamin. 

"What would you tell a person who asked how you can wear the scarf in such hot weather?" Yadirah asked when we were sitting on the bus. I thought for a while. 

"I'm not sure." I replied honestly. "I always get these types of questions but I'm never prepared to answer them. I just get away with saying that it's my choice and I can do whatever the heck I want." Yadirah laughed. 

"I'm beginning to get asked that a lot. But sadly even I'm not prepared to answer questions like that. All I can tell them straight up is that I do it for God. But I just feel like it's a very bland answer honestly." I nodded in agreement. 

"Come to think of it... I always feel like there's something missing in whatever answer I give to questions like that." 

"I guess its time we practice our social skills... I feel like the lack of it has a lot to do with why our answers are never really satisfying to us." I nodded.

"You know before you used to put up this face to scare everyone or anyone that got in your way. You've grown soft." I gave her a tired look. 

"That's what I was worried about." I said. 

"And tired. Everything alright at home?" Yadirah asked. 

"No, I have this kid brother that bugs me and my mom about getting brand name stuff. He gets so angry when we say no. Then he goes on and says stuff like why are we always poor? Truthfully I wanna punch him to sleep but at the same time I sort of understand him. When I was his age, our dad was there. So there was nothing to worry about. But now, it'd different. I only work part time so I can't help my mom out too much. While my older sister and I were in high school we both planned to work to support the family. But before that happened, she passed away. A while later my dad went into a coma and then we were just hopeless. My mom's never worked in her entire life, so her transition was hard. But she found good people that took her in."