Good? Great.

He better be a relative

"Uh asalam alaikum," I say walking closer to the door. Osama keeps his gaze on me which makes me very uncomfortable.

"Walaikum asalam Romaisa," he says wearily.

"What are you doing here if you don't mind me asking?" I say as I watch Asher try to take Zackys fingers out of his nose. I would've laughed but I don't think right now is a good time.

Zacky giggles and Osama looks towards the pair. "Asalam alaikum," he says to Asher, putting his hand out for him to shake.

"Walaikum asalam, uh sorry dude I would shake your hand but you look very professional and my hand has honey all over it currently....I don't think shaking hands would be good." Asher says as he glares up at Zackariyah who in return grins.

Osama slowly lowers his hand and nods, he looks towards me and I lower my gaze, but I still feel his on me. "To answer your question from before I'm here to inform you that my brother will also be joining us for tomorrow's dinner, his name is Abbas. My cell wasn't working so I thought I'd pop over."

"Tehe pop over, that's silly." Zacky says as he sticks a finger inside Asher ear. Asher grimaces before poking the side of Zackys stomach.

"Is this a ....relative?" Osama directs his question at me while looking Asher up and down.

"No this is uh this is Asher, my best friends cousin...he's babysitting Zackariyah."

Osama nods looking at Zacky and Asher, almost as if observing them. I clear my throat and he looks back at me.

"So is that it?" I say carefully while playing with my fingers.

"Yes I think so....but I think I should stay until your parents get back."

I grow confused, "and why is that?"

He stares hardly at me before saying, "because I said so."

If I didn't have any respect that my mother taught me I would've slapped that face off his head. 'Because I said so' pfft.

"Sure if you want. You can hang with Asher and Zacky I guess. If that's alright with you Asher." I say finally after hiding my annoyance.

Asher nods while putting Zacky down, he immediately tries to run up again but Asher just stands there trying to get something out of his hair. So Zackariyah runs towards Osama and kicks him in the leg.

Violent child.....I'm so proud of him.

"What your name?" He says up to Osama who's rubbing his leg. While me and Asher try to hold in our laughs, Osama looks at Zacky and says, "Osama."

"Ok Obama let's go play." He says before grabbing his hand and trying to drag him towards the living room. Osama looks at the tiny hand attached to his, it's looks as if he's glaring.

My protective stance comes on and I tell Zacky to let go of Osamas hand. He let's go and stands between Asher and Osama.

"What the hell was that on his hand?" Osama says before getting a tissue out of his fancy looking suit and rubbing his hands on it.

"Honey, it won't hurt ya you know." Asher says, almost growling the end. It looks like he grew protective over Zacky too.

Osama looks up at him and says, "yeah sorry, I don't have a good thing with kids," he says looking down in thought.

Asher looks at me making a face, raising one eyebrow and widening his mouth into a frown, almost as if saying "who's this turd?"

I laugh quietly shaking my head before saying, "so uh you guys can just go to the living room..I have to go study... Salam."

They reply back and I turn around heading up the stairs. I wince as I feel a sharp pain go through my prosthetic leg, Asher looks back at me worried as Zacky and Osama keep walking along. I guess he heard my wince.

"You good?" He asks, "great," I reply bending down and adjusting the right hinge it was in. He looks over me one more time before nodding and walking off.

"Come on Obama and Ashie let's go play!" I hear the voice of Zacky say, I laugh and shake my head as I make my way upstairs. Obama, hah.

---------------

HEY GUYS!!! SORRY BOUT THAT CLIFF-HANGER LAST CHAPTER HOPE YOU DIDNT RAGE, ANYWAYS

isn't Zacky just so cute! I just wanna hug him and squeeze his tiny cheeks off!

What do you think about Osama, is he getting more mysterious?