WHY MEEEE????

Twenty-six

Third person.

He drove and drove with no destination in mind. All he know is that he has to clear out his mind. He needs someone who can hear out his grief but unfortunately, he has no one. He needs someone who'll understand what he's going through, who will understand his pain, but he has no one. Well, let's just say that's what he believes.

He thinks that for all the pain he has caused hiss family and best friend, he doesn't deserve their listening ear, and he doesn't deserve their sympathy either.

But right now, he knows that if he doesn't say his heart out to someone, he's going to lose his mind. And so he decided to pay his mama a short visit at the middle if the night.

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He got to the hammanyero mansion around 11:30pm. He's sure that his father is not around which will make his work more easier since Ummee will be sleeping alone. The only problem he'll be having is the twins. And he knows that they will be asleep by now.

He got inside the house without waking anyone since he has his entrance card. He claimed the spiral staircase and went straight to Ummee's room which is at the end of the hall.

He didn't want to wake his mother, but what can he do? Afterall she's his mother and she's to hear him out at all time.

He opened the door and went inside the room. Luckily for him, Ummee is not a heavy sleeper so she heard him immediately he opened the door

"Najma what are you doing here in the middle of the night?? You wouldn't let me sleep in the morning and now you're disturbing my beautiful sleep. Allah yidam be bingel do min hauwa'u" his mother ranted. He smiled, why because even though his relationship with his mom is not perfect, she's the best mother anyone will ever have. She never seize to make your day..

He cleared his throat and sat close to her. The room is dark but he can still trace where she is

"La ilaha illaallahu!! Ibrahim?? Is that Ibrahim??" She sat down properly and switched on her bedside lamp. And then lo and behold, there sat her beloved Ibrahim.

Hajia hauwa'u couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes. Not that she was sad, but she knew, at that time that her real son is back. The Ibrahim she gave birth to is back. She mentally rejoiced. From the first time she met Maryam, she knew that the girl is capable of bringing her Ibrahim back. And for once she never doubted her abilities. And then, sitting down in front of her is her one and only Ibrahim. The boy she taught she had lost because of her immaturity. The little boy she hated just because she didn't want to give birth early. But nevertheless, he's her favorite son, her first child......

Ibrahim was stunned by his mothers reaction. So all this while she grieved for him silently?? All this while and he kept hurting her?? Ya subhanallah, he surely is a monster.

"Ummeee..." He silently called wiping away her tears. "It's me, your Ibrahim Ummee" he held her hands and smiled.

Ummee's happiness knew no bond. Its true, she's not dreaming. Her Ibrahim is really back. "Ibrahim? Bingel am" she said between sobs and hugged him tightly. "I've waited for this day for so long Ibrahim."

He wiped her tears and console her. "Shhhhh Ummee shhhh. I am here, and am not going anywhere."

He said and fell into an uncomfortable silence. Just Ummee little sobs could be heard. He held her not letting her  go. He missed his mother so damn much.  Maryam was wrong  when she said  he didn't know the pain his mom is going through. He knows. And the same pain his mom is going through, he's suffering from it too