Triplets (Discontinued)

Chap 2

*EDITED*

Yusra comes round then takes off after Kamal, he comes into the living room and hides behind me, he drags me around so she couldn't get to him. I on the other hand quickly got angry at him for pulling me every which way. I am not his usually docile sister today.

I turn and slap him with painful force, and everyone freezes while I boil with anger, I get a rag soaked with water and hand it to him, "don't you dare cry, or else" he grimly nods while still holding his cheek, eyes filled with tears.

I look at him in anger till I feel a hand on my shoulder, I look back and see my mom shaking her head. I sigh then close my eyes and rub my face multiple times while letting out a groan of frustration.

I open my eyes and pick up my younger brother, I collect the rag and throw it away, I pat his back and as if on cue he starts crying, I leave and go to the backyard with the 7year old in my arms.

He holds me tightly while crying his heart out, "I'm sorry" I whisper realizing my mistake of slapping him over such a trivial thing. He sniffs countlessly and sobs with his head on my shoulder.

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Third person's POV

Everyone stares agape still in shock, Yumnahs actions still ripe in their brains. Yusra didn't even plan on beating him, she was just gonna tell him to clean it up.

"Woah!" Yasmeen exclaims breaking the uncomfortable silence with her dramatic antics before grabbing her plate of food and munches on it without a care in the world.

"Could you kids help your mom to her room?" their mom asks, her words holding a playful meaning, meant to distract everyone, she then looks at her husband teasingly "Abba!" they all exclaim and he chuckled then stands up.

He picks her up and goes to their room, they all clap and cheer at the romantic act. "Now if only could find a husband like Abba, that would carry me around without breaking a sweat that is," says Basma.

"Look who's talking about marriage, dallah matsa chan, hehe, wai a husband" Yusrah scoffs, clearly finding the words of her little sister to be a load of nonsense.

"At least I talk about it" Basma retaliates earning a glare in return "keh, what is that supposed to mean?" She makes a threatening step at the younger girl but Yasmeen intervenes. "Enough drama abeg"

~

Meanwhile, Yumnah was still with a crying Kamal, but his sobs had drastically reduced to small sniffles. She sits on the soft grass and sets him on her lap then pulls him to her chest. 'Ya ilahi this child weighs a lot' the thought as she sat.

"Stop crying nau Kamal, I didn't mean to hit you" she whispers softly yet tiredly into his full curly hair while rubbing his back he nods then clings to her tightly, he does that when he's about to sleep. And as predicted she feels his body relax as he dozes off.

She sighs deeply and stands up, she goes into the house and finds ya Suraj (he's their elder cousin by the way) by the door "Morning yaya (big brother)" she greets and he nods then she walks past him. She goes to kamals room to lay him down, she runs her hand through his hair and then walks away after reciting a few ayat on him.

"Yumnah, get a glass of water for your mom, hurry" Abba yells from nowhere, but this was an act now and ask questions later situation so she runs to the kitchen and grabs a cup of water then dashes to their room and hands it to her dad, she was having contractions, she's just seven months, contractions now is not a good thing, they were all worried sick but then she took the water and a pill and after a while, it subsided and she was up like nothing happened.

Yasmeen's POV

Today is seeming to be a long day, a lot has happened and it is not yet 12noon. I go to the room and take multiple pictures then update my status to 'drama!'.

I drop my phone and then pick my notes to read which I don't get to do much of as my infernal contraption of a phone rings. Who is this that doesn't want me to read? Oooooh, it's sameer.

Y; hey Sameer
  I cheerfully say into the phone
S: hey there lovely lady
  He says back
Y; (giggle) you're too much wallahi
S: I know
  His voice smug as ever
Y; so what's up?
S: well, Huzzy told me you like Meer
Y: (he must be talking about Yusrah, they get along more, but they don't know that we're triplets) no, dallah, Huzaifa makaryaci ne (he's a liar), how could I like Meer. I mean he's cute but no
   I almost, well I did end up yelling for whatever reason
S: Woah there. I was just prying
Y:yeah, yeah OK
S; Amjad is greeting
Y: ohhh, the nincompoop! I'm answering
  My cheerful tone back
S; (chuckle) Faisal wants to talk to you
Y; tell Faisal, Zan ci kaniyar shi, bai da mutunci (he is wicked, (i don't know how to explain the first thing)), I refuse to talk to him
S: why all the hostility, it's not like he's wanting to collect the phone now
Y; quit teasing me
S; I'm not
Y: you are
S; as you wish then, even tho that's not the case
Y; look, I have books in my front, kuma na tabbata (and I'm sure) they won't read themselves
S: fine, bye beaut
Y: yah, bye d

I cut the call and face the books in my front, I read, a lot.

I know most people don't, especially when it's school work but I enjoy it.

Yusrah's POV

I was sitting with ya Suraj in his room playing video games until Basma yells "ya yusrah! yasa ma kitchen wuta fa! (he has set the kitchen on fire), Ammar has set it on fire, he wants to kill us all, ya ilahi, yaya!" Her voice goes through the house.

I bolt from my seat and head for the extinguisher, I then run to the kitchen and set off the fires, I sigh when all of them are off, then rub my palm down my face, my memory reminds me that the person who caused this is Ammar.

"Ammar Kabeer!" I grumbled and went on a search for him, luckily, I found him shortly after.

He's the only sibling I don't beat, I've never touched a single hair on his body as to say beat.

With a single look, I walk away and he silently follows, I go to the backyard and shuffle around, I get a tray and put two bricks on it.

"Kneel" I command and he does as told, "hands up" he hesitantly raises them up, and I place the tray in his hands.

"I'll be watching you, no slacking, don't move or else, two hours" I order and he nods grimly at my words.

I walk to my room and sit by the window, giving me a perfect view of the backyard and Ammar.

I feel sorry for him, but come on, he set my precious baby on fire, my safe haven.

*scoff*

I pick up my phone glancing through occasionally looking through the window at Ammar.

End.