Through the Dark

Chapter 7- Little Things

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The things you're too afraid to say are the things someone is dying to hear.
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"Hey, what time are the kids coming home?" Amna asks Abbas, excitement evident in her tone. Abbas was sitting in his room, laptop on his laps probably doing some work. He is resuming on Monday and wants to be on top of everything.

"I don't know." He laughs, she looks like a little kid at a candy store. "probably before or after Maghreb." He adds putting his laptop aside, as Amna stands in front of him.

"Do you think I should cook?"

"I think they're bringing dinner, courtesy of Anty." He nods.

"I called and told Salma to beg her not to." She giggles.

"Ah, look at you already forming an alliance with my sister." He chuckles.

"Well, it's not my fault. You're absolutely no fun." She smirks. "I can't talk to Alamin like before and I don't have a lot of lady-friends, so it's nice having someone to talk to." She finishes, shrugging.

"I know." He says quietly. After a few minutes of her staring at him waiting for him to say something, she turns to leave. "Come here." He says, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer to him. She stands in between his legs. "I would love for you to cook something for me and the kids." He says, smiling up at her.

"What should I cook?" She looks down.

"Nothing fancy." He shrugs.

"Okay." She nods then pulls her hands from his and walks towards the door. "Oh... Um" she starts, smiling "I forgot to tell you, I'm not really the best cook." She grins sweetly and his eyes go wide. "Can you help me?"

"But I like your cooking." Yes there was food being brought during the week, but a few of the times they didn't want to eat what was brought and she cooked something else. There was also that time Amna couldn't sleep and she forced him to bake with her. The cake ended up burned because they got carried away watching Bird Box, but they had fun.

"That was for just two people, I don't do so well when I cook in bulk." She sighs and he laughs. "So will you help?"

"I'll be right there. I just need to pray Asr."

"Oh, I'll go do that too."

"Come here and we'll pray together." He suggests and she nods in agreement.

^^^

"Do you think the steam from the pot will be slightly less worse if I use my shades?" Abbas asks, sliding on his shades and Amna laughs. They were almost done cooking, all that's left is for the spaghetti to be fully done, so they could put it in the flask along side the chicken she had made. If only Abbas would stop playing around and actually watch the Spaghetti like she had asked so she could finish washing the dishes.

"No" she shakes her head, answering his question "it didn't work the first time you tried to use it while cutting up the onions to stop yourself from crying and it's not going to work now." She finishes, laughing.

"Okay first, it's not crying." He says, shaking his head. "And two, you're just jealous."

"Of your shades?" She quirks an eyebrow and carries on with washing the dishes.