Resisting A Cocky Billionaire

Chapter 25

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Chapter 25- The Cocky and The Hungry.

Aisha's POV

"Holy fat cow!" I exclaim in happiness as I stare at the Chinese Kobe beefsteak that must have cost a lot of money.

"So you're basically screaming what you're right now?"
I nudge him hard on his chest causing him to wince and laugh afterwards.

"I swear you have the homornes of a woman heavily pregnant with quadruplets."

"You caused this by burning our food!" I shout at him which was a great lie. More like I burned the food.

His eyes widen in disbelief and he folds his hands across his chest. "Last time I checked, you were the one who burned the food!"

"Oh yeah? And who burned the fries?" I shoot back crooking my brows. I open the fridge for some juice and find orange juice from last night.

He glares at me and I glare back. "But you burnt the toast and sandwich? And who fries sandwich for Godsake?"

I raise my hands in defence. "I was trying a new recipe, not my fault that there wasn't enough oil in the pan."

"A new recipe or a new method to burn the house and most importantly, to ruin my perfection? What if the fire touched my irreplaceable skin?"

I may have started a little fire by trying to fry sandwich. Just wanted to know how it would taste and the jerk left the fries to burn in other to quench the fire which left us with nothing to eat but orange juice and we were lazy to cook again.

"I'm fine with that. Can I try it?"

"Hell no woman!"

"I'm just trying to help you look handsome. Can't I help you as a friend?" I drink a cup of orange juice and take the whole bottle, taking it to the sitting room with me. I returned for the steak and settle in front of the TV.

"What are you doing?" I reach out to grab the steak from him but he keeps it behind him.

"You're not eating this, not until you teach me that du'a. "

"When waking up?"

He rolls his eyes at this and gives me a look that says, 'Do I look like five?'

And I give him the look that says, 'Do I not look hungry right now?"

"Whatever du'a it is. Can we do it after I've eaten because I'm really hungry. If you haven't noticed, the last time I ate was two in the afternoon yesterday!"

"So what? Don't worry, I can learn anything in mere seconds. Afterall I'm Omar Malik." He boasts looking confident as ever. And I'm Aisha Ahmad, looking hungry as ever.

The Cocky and The Hungry.
What a Classic!

"'A'oothu bikalimaatil-laahit-taammaatil-latee laa yujaawizuhunna barrun wa laa faajimn min sharri maa khalaqa, wa bara'a wa thara'a, wa min sharri maa yanzilu minas-samaa'i, wa min sharri maa ya'ruju feehaa, wa min sharri maa thara'a fil-'ardhi, wa min sharri ma yakhruju minhaa, wa min sharri fitanil-layli wannahaari, wa min sharri kulli taariqin 'illaa taariqan yatruqu bikhayrin yaa Rahmaan."
I stay star-struck as he recites the du'a to ward off the deception of the obstinate devils. "Wow!" I whisper to myself. "What about the translation?" I challenge because I know that there's no way he could have learnt it that fast.

"I seek refuge in the Perfect Words of Allah - which neither the upright nor the corrupt may overcome - from the evil of what He created, of what He made, and of what He scattered, from the evil of what descends from the heavens, and of what rises up to them, from the evil of what He scattered in the earth and of what emerges from it, from the evil trials of night and day, and from the evil of every night visitor, except the night visitor who comes with good. O Merciful One."