Rendezvous of a hijabi

Chapter 5• His son?

"Four Fillet-o-fish meals, one Big Mac meal and 5 galaxy McFlurries," Alicia chirped through the intercom at the drive thru.

My mouth watered as our food was handed out.

"McDonald's is life, I don't care what anyone says," I declared before shoving the burger into my mouth.

"Preach it sister!" Layla mumbled, her mouth full to the brim; two half chewed fries dropped onto her lap as she spoke.

We all shrieked with disgust as she nonchalantly put it back into her mouth.
"I said bismillah guys don't worry," She giggled at our reaction.

Alicia parked the car next to a near by playground so we could finish our food.

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I groaned as I lay sprawled on the grass, clutching my bloated stomach. How had I managed to eat my own food and half of Halima's unwanted burger.

Nasra snickered at my discomfort, "Safa I told you to take it easy, it's too early in the year to suffer from an iftar belly,"

It hurt too much to laugh at her joke.

"I'm gonna go and throw my trash away," I announced to no one in particular. The girls were sprawled across the grass, half asleep.

I walked to the bin on the other side of the playground when I heard a familiar deep voice.
"Ahmed it's time to go home now!" It was none other than Faisal, beckoning a toddler.

The child wobbled towards him and I could have sworn these words left his mouth, as he gave him his ball, "Here Da-da,"

I gawked, a series of questions flooding through my brain all at once.

Was it his son? Is that why he left school so early? Had he abducted the child?

Holding the boys hand, they began to walk towards me. I threw the empty boxes away in a panic and ran off in an opposite direction.

Faisal had a son?! With all the scandalous rumours that were spread about him, nothing compared to the stark truth.

He must have knocked up some poor girl and was forced to take shared custody of their child. Astagfurillah.

Walking back to the girls, I didn't notice two miniature feet running towards me.
Oh my god. It was Faisal's son!

"You dwopped your keeth," the adorable child pressed my keys into my hand.

I must have dropped them when I tried to run away. I thanked the little boy and immediately went stiff as his father came towards me.

"Safa," my name rolled of his tongue as he nodded at me in acknowledgement.

"Your son, um gave me my keys, thanks, I got to go, bye, thanks," I stammered, uttering anything except standard English.

Faisal blinked at me, confused and then exploded into chuckles.
"My....SON? I'm only 17, relax,what made you think I had a son" He exclaimed in disbelief.

Omg. Omg. Omg.
I wanted to disappear.

How could I just jump to conclusions. And just ASSUME like that.

"I am so sorry...I just thought because...," I faltered, I could hardly say I heard from different sources that he was a man whore and was bound to get at least girl pregnant. Plus, I definitely heard the kid say 'da-da' I hope I want losing my mind.

"Don't worry, meet my little brother Ahmed," He grinned at me, picking up his younger brother.

"Nice to meet you, Ahmed," I cooed with an outstretched hand.
Ahmed's clammy hand grasped my own and my heart fluttered.

The kid may not have been his son but there was no mistaking, he was darn cute.

"So what you doing out of school then," Faisal asked with a raised eyebrow, "Second time I spot you wrecking havoc on your first day, bad girl,"

I rolled my eyes at his playful tone, "Takes one to know one,"

With that I strutted off, in search of the others before they ended up ditching me.

That was a freaking eventful trip to the trash can.