IKlas' POV
After school, we left the classroom with my friends to head home. We were busy chatting and laughing when my driver arrived. I bid them goodbye before getting into the car.
I say my salam before entering the house. I saw my brother, Yaya Mus'ab. 'Mus'ab!' I exclaimed while hugging him tightly. 'Let me breathe,' he said, so I quickly let go. 'How many times do I have to tell you, it's Yaya Mus'ab, not Mus'ab,' he corrected me. 'Whatever,' I replied. 'So, you didn't tell me you were going to spend a week in London and that you were coming back today?' 'Yes,' my brother Mus'ab has graduated from a school in London, and last week he went with Uncle Isah for his graduation party. Mom didn't want to leave me alone in the house, and Dad is away most of the time since he's a businessman who travels a lot.'"
"Mummy, I'm back," I said as I entered the kitchen. "How was school, Iklas?" "School is fine, Mum. Let me go and freshen up," I said while kissing her cheeks. As I entered my room, I quickly grabbed my towel and headed to the bathroom. After taking a bath, I put on a blue t-shirt with black jeans and wrapped my hair with a black veil. Then, I prayed Zuhr.
I grabbed my phone and dialed my dad's number. "Assalamu alaikum, Dad," I greeted. "Waalaikumus salam, Iklili," Dad responded. "I am all grown up now, Dad, but you always call me Iklili," I chuckled. "To me, you are always a child." "Dad, how are you doing? How was work?" I asked. "I'm fine, everything is good. How was the new school?" Dad inquired. "Alhamdulillah, Dad," I replied. We talked for a while before hanging up.
After charging my phone, I decided to go downstairs to have some food. I wanted Mus'ab to lend me his laptop, so I headed to his room.
Yaya Mus'ab, I called out, but he didn't answer me. "Yaya Mus'ab, what do you want?" Mus'ab said. "I know you only call me Yaya Mus'ab when you need something. Can you please borrow me your laptop because I want to watch 'Radio Romance' (Korean drama)?" I said while pleading with him. "No," he said. "Please, Yaya Mus'ab, it's me, Fa, your one and only sister, your lovely, cute sister." "Alright, alright, I will borrow you, but don't you misplace it," he said. I just nodded and said, "Best bro ever, worst sister ever," as I giggled.
Alim POV
I don't know why I always look at that girl when she's passing by, maybe because I'm always seeing her with my sister Hanan. Probably she's Hanan's classmate.
I really do not want to celebrate my birthday. It's too childish for me. But I do not have another choice. My annoying sister stopped talking to me for over a week because I said I do not want to celebrate it. She's my little angel, and I can't stand seeing her sad because of me, so I agree! I just hope she will not invite her friends, but probably she will.
My phone started ringing. I just hissed and declined the call; it was Fadila. I've told her several times I'm not interested in her, but she kept on disturbing me.
So I decided to dial Ibrahim's number (a friend and classmate). As he picked up the phone, Ibrahim said, "Maxxxa (boys)," then you said, "how far?" Ibrahim started saying, "Did you see that new student in SS1? Everybody was talking about her in the school, saying she is so beautiful, gorgeous, and she looks calm." "Oh, that Hanan's friend?" I asked. "Yes, ita mana," we talked for a while before I decided to hang up the phone because it is already Maghreb time. I entered my bathroom to perform ablution before sauntering downstairs.
"Mummy, I'm going to the mosque. Can't you wait for your dad?" my mum said. "Ooopss, wallah, I forgot. So, you forget about me, son?" my dad asked. "Haba dad, why would I forget about you? OK, let's go."
After Isha, we came back and ate dinner in silence. Then, my sister Hanan followed me to my room and started talking about the party. She was going on about DJ coming, hiring 100 chairs, 3 birthday cakes, and more. "Hanan, could you please take a breath before you continue," I interrupted. She stopped and asked, "What are you going to wear during the party?" I replied, "I don't know."
"Ya Alim, please wear your red t-shirt and black jeans," she insisted. "Whatever," I said, not too keen on the idea. "Even if it's not this one, wear red and black because it suits you so much, please, ya Alim," she pleaded. "Okay, I will think about it," I finally agreed.
"Best and handsome bro ever, annoying and ugly sis ever," I muttered. "Oh, I know you didn't mean what you said," "Lemme go and tell dad about the birthday preparation," Hanan said as she kissed my cheek and left happily. "Woow, I love my sister," I thought to myself.
End of chapter 4
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