Prince Heartless

Chapter 59: The One With The Visits.

Story time.... Today I encountered what every parents encounter at a certain stage in their life... Child embarrassing the shit out of them. So soon a cousin brother of mine is getting married and we had ppl over our house. When everyone were mingling and things my daughter let's out a loud fart... Everyone turn towards us trying to hold onto their laughter. That's when my sneaky daughter immediately points to me and say 'mamma poo poo, mamma poo poo.' now u can guess what followed next.

The following days were hectic. Yes very as much as I had my work sometimes Hamdan's manager's assistant would come often to my office within the palace that was right next to Hamdan's. He would come with some pending papers that needed Hamdan's signatures.

I was confused when I didn't see the papers that related to the properties I was entitled to by wedding laws. There lay papers to the ministry of city planning.

"Im sorry Mr. Khaboosy I do not understand why have you got me these papers?", I asked him.

He cleared his throat, "your highness, his highness has made you his 50 percent partner in ministry of city planning, education and health affairs."

My eyes widen in surprise but my practiced voice takes place. "thank you very much for your help Mr. Khaboosy. I will go through these papers and sign them and you can come and collect it tomorrow or I will send my assistant to you with the files. You may leave. Have a Good day. Assalamualaikum." he departs as soon as those words fall from my mouth.

That's how I dismiss people or subjects. Wow what has my life come to.! And how am I going to deal with people and these responsibilities.

Just then there is a knock on the door and I quickly regain my composure and begin to go through the file mindlessly... I will go through these at night after I speak to Hamdan about the whole partnership thing.

"Come in.", I say in a vacant tone.

And in comes, guess who to the rescue.

"Assalamualaikum, your highness." said a very familiar and heavily accented voice.

An instant smile comes upon my face as I look up to find Rashid and Little Rashid. Why do they have same name?!

I stand up quick and greet him back and little Rashid too with a bright smile, I hadn't seen both in ages. Rashid had just returned from a business trip and after 2 months he will be leaving g for his treatment. " walaikumassalam please have a seat."

He smiled back and took the seat, "i would sit here without your permission." he chuckled a little.

I sit back into my seat, "after all no apologies, no taking and no permission in friendship right?" I say a little amused.

He nods as little Rashid is bobbing up and down in his seat. I pick up the landlines and press the extension number connecting to the kitchen, "Good afternoon Ceci. Yes... Is it... I was just about to... Thank you... You are a lifesaver."

"Ceci? You call Cecilia... Ceci! She hates that.", Rashid senior alluded to that.

"Oh... I know that. She loves me... So she let's me.", I smirk at his flabbergasted expression.

"She'd never let us call her that.", he said still not over the fact that years after being with them she wouldn't let them keep a short name for her.

"well what can I say... I'm unparalleled.", my smirk turning to grin and then into chuckle.

After the meal. I shut my laptop off and we chat about work, his rehab then with little Rashid about his school and the other boring things.