Lost and Found

Bonus Chapter

By silent_ninja_tfios

"Ahyan." He ignored his father's yell for the second time as Sia's voice burst through the headphones.

Within a minute, Wali's loafers thumped on the stairs to his son's room. Turning the door knob, he found it locked but applied some force anyway.

"Why is the door closed? I've called you a million times. Jaldi ao dinner kay liay." Expecting everything to be fine, Wali descended the stairs to his beautiful wife who was busy setting the table.

"He's coming." He answered before she asked.

Making his way to the kitchen, he rooted behind Khadija who was now grating cheese on top of the Alfredo. His face landed on her shoulder as his hands navigated their way to her curvy waist.

Khadija whohas spent the last twenty years with the man knew what was coming next. He nibbled her earlobe, murmuring God knows what; she was too busy suppressing a pleasurable sound. Just like a treasure map, he found his next stop on her slender neck but she jerked away.

"Wali, If Ahi finds us in this compromising situation, you're on the couch for a week." In an instant he pulled back.

"How very considerable of you, Mrs. Ahmed!" Giving her a wry smile, he placed the pot of piping hot pasta on the table.

"Where is this kid?" He voiced as his stomach grumbled.

"I'll call him. Didn't even have lunch today." Khadija pitied poor baby who drove an hour from his campus to do the laundry. He came a little while after both Wali and Khadija left for work and since have been busy.

Just last month, during the wedding of Khadija Jr. Ahyan came out wearing a white kurta shalwar with a purple waistcoat; his mother couldn't help but tear. Even though all the cousins wore similar clothing, Ahyan with his messy brown hair and sharp jawline stood apart. His lashes made every female in his family jealous. He was tall for a nineteen year old but had a body which girls fantasy about, and God his throaty laugh, that sent chills down the spine or when he flawlessly switch between Urdu, English and Spanish. Words weren't just words coming out of his mouth.

"What's wrong Ahi?" Sitting on his bed, she stroked the messy mop of brown hair.

"It's Ahyan! And leave me alone." Khadija knew something was very wrong. Her son was never like this.

As she opened her mouth, Wali waltzed into the door, switching on the light.

"What the fu....?" As he raised his head from the pillow, his parents eyes went wide and so did their mouth.

A long gash ran along his temple to his jaw, the black eye stood out and so did the bruised lip.

"What happened baby?" Dija leaped forwards tracing her trembling fingers on the bruises making Ahyan wince. He got out of his mother's hold walking towards the bathroom when Wali stopped him.

"In the study. Now." Never in the nineteen years of parenthood, Khadija saw her husband fuming at their son. 

Following her husband, she gripped his arm tightly.

"I'll talk to him Wali. Please."

"I don't want you taking his side." He was harsh and Khadija felt it.

Ahyan was never a trouble and Wali thanked Allah for that in every single prayer. He could tolerate his little mischief but not this attitude. So when a grumpy Ahyan came into the study, he shot.

"I want the truth and nothing else."

Truthfully, the dark circles and the over grown stubble clawed his heart.