Choosing The Right Path

7){¤}Great Moron(s){¤}

I chose this title because of Azlan and Rubina and how they tend to rude and irresponsible.

I feel like I needed to tell you guys because it is a weird chapter title so yeah.

The cover of this chapter includes Azlan, Aamirah and Rubina, just to clarify any doubts.

Enjoy 😌...

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Just because I was left to see to it that the Omar household ran smoothly while my aunt and uncle were away on business, it didn't mean that I was going to let my school results take a nosedive towards a fail.

I was going to continue to go to math tuition every Wednesday, even if it meant arriving at my tuition center one hour before closing time; 6pm.

So today, on this glorious Wednesday evening I picked up my backpack and took a cab to Seaview Mathematics and Physical Sciences Tuition Center (SMPSTC).

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"Hi, Simon," I greeted my tutor with a smile. Simon greeted me back and we both agreed that preparing me for my upcoming trigonometry control test would be the best thing to do for the next two sessions I had at SMPSTC. I thanked Simon for his help in deciding which worksheet to conquer first.

Just as I put my head down to work, guess who and what distracted me?

Azlan Jabbar, the great moron simply spilled a Seattle Coffee latte all over himself and the carpet around him. As usual, he cursed, and cursed, and cursed yet again. Although his face was scrunched up in furstration, although he smelled like a latte (which actually smelled pretty good, to be honest), he was still gorgeous. Was I falling for him?

LOL.

Hell no.

Aamirah Omar has only goals to focus on in life: graduate, get a job and move out of the Omar household. I wasn't going to be a burden to Aunty Husna and Uncle Ismail my entire life. As for boys? That can wait till later. Marriage is the very last thing on my mind at this point in time.

Simon and another tutor, Georgia, came to our row to see what the commotion was all about. They told Azlan to go get cleaned up and not to worry. As he turned to leave, he obviously saw me.

"If anybody," He snarled at me, "Gets to know about this-"

"Azlan, I said go get cleaned up and get back to work. You aren't supposed to have food and beverages in here anyway. Didn't you see the signs everywhere? And you don't have much time left, either. Get moving." With Georgia's firm warning, Azlan left immediately. I decided to focus on the trigonometry worksheet in front of me but all I could really think of, was Azlan. Why did he hate me as much as he did? Was it because of the fall? Probably. Was it because he was just a jerk and I didn't do anything to him other than at least try to be nice? Definitely!

I guess he deserved that latte spill. He was just mean for no reason at all. A person with that amount of hatred in them could never be a good Muslim. But who am I to judge, anyway?

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"Hey, bro, how was school today?" I sat down at the dinner table. I had been longing for a good, hot meal all day. Aunty Husna taught me how to cook over the years. Of course, I learned to make things like curry and biryani, meat kabsa, chicken machboos, bukhari rice and many more traditional Arab dishes. Although tonight, I had simply prepared Chinese chicken spicy rice as I was too tired to put more effort into cooking. The meal was still excellent, if I did say so myself.