Dear Daughter!
I'm going to be overprotective sometimes,
And I am not going to apologise for it.
Have you seen the world we live in? ~ SOUL UNRAVELED ( Instagram profile )
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Chapter 13
In the Mahmoud house. Before you reach the second floor, you pass two rooms that are right by the staircase that belongs to the kids.
Which would explain why Ammah hardly goes to the second room, but if there is one thing she knows about the living room is that it is absolutely beautiful.
So when you walk into a living room like that and there is a chandelier on the dining table with its pieces all over the room.
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Seconds pass before it finally registered to her what wax going on, as her face takes the expression of total mortification.
Suleiman has his head on the floor and his whole body is hanging up almost as if he was held upside down by something, and Sa'adatu seemed to have found a sitting position on her brothers feet that were hanging up in the air.
She turns to the TV screen slightly and isn't really astonished to see an acrobat doing a few weird stuff. . alright, a bunch of weird stuff which the kids have taken a hobby to clearly.
The centre table is broken, and so is the glass award Mubarak had won for an event that occurred last year.
But that's not what has her bothered.
Sahar.
She could almost hear the crack in her neck as her head snaps back to the kids that have finally understood the gravity of what they had done but the voiceless question in her eyes keep them from apologising just yet. All they could do for now is point silently at the window by the white cushion that now has a contrasting colour of red, and her heart beat quickens as she realises that its blood.
Right, the window!
Little boys will be the end of Ammah one day. The moment her gaze sets on Sahar, he has a screw in hand and he's drawing spongebob. Aww isn't that cute?
No.
He's drawing spongebob with sharp objects on the family car!
I'm going to kill him Ammah mutters quietly under her breath. But it almost seemed as if he had heard her for sahar's movement stalled and his neck slowly turns to look at Ammah from the upstair window.
She would've found his reflex reaction to have been cute if not for the anger boiling within her. Sahar had turned around and attempted to cover the whole car by spreading his arms. Key word tried
"You" she says slowly with her index pointing at him and she is pretty sure he read here lips " here" she points behind her into the living room .
" now " her eyes said with warning.
She has been taking things too lightly with the kids and its getting a bit out of hand. She needs to put some senses into them.
Ammah turns to face Sulieman and Sa'adatu she was at least glad they had stopped whatever the heck they were doing " now " Ammah says slowly " where is Sabiha?"
"In the library"
Thank god, Ammah quietly thought to herself " this is how its going to be, I'm going to go back to the mid morning meal we're having and by then I expect this living room to be spotless. Honestly I'm very disappointed in all of you" as she says this, Ammah immediately makes her way downstairs.
