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They sure love Asher Washer

Up there is a pic of Elvis Presley, he's cool so I had to. Now onto the chapter!!
*slowly rides unicorn into chapter*

I threw my high lighter across the room, darn thing dried out on me! Sighing I get up, fix my hijab and head out towards my dad's study.

Entering I scrounge through his desk, trying to find the drawer where he keeps supplies that he bout for under a dollar. Typical middle eastern family for ya.

Looking inside one drawer I find two papers with the name of my great, great grandfather on them. It looks interesting but before I can read what it says the front door opens and the papers drop out of my hand. I put the papers back and finding the right drawer I pick out a yellow high lighter and rush out the door. I don't want my dad to find me snooping in here.

Heading down the stairs I find my mom with two bags of groceries in her hands. Asher comes out of the the living room just as my mom says salaam to me.

"Oh Asalam alaikum Aunty, I'm Asher, Shizas cousin." He says with a smile, he bows his head down in respect and my mother places one of her free hands on his head, "yes son I heard a lot about you from Shizas mother. Would you be a dear and take these to the kitchen please?" She says motioning to the groceries.

"Oh of course." He smiles and picks up the groceries as if they weigh nothing and passes by me towards the kitchen.
My mom looks at me spectically, "you know the question, answer it."

"I asked Shiza to baby sit Zacky so I could study and she said she'll send somebody, it was him. Oh and Obama whoops I mean Osama's here too."

My mother smiles at the first bit, noting the typical behaviour of Shiza, but her face soon frowns and she asks, "why?"

I don't have time to answer because right then Osama comes through the living room doors, he says salaam to my mother and she relies back hastily.

"Not to be rude beta (another word for son) but I thought we were meeting tomorrow for dinner."

"Yes that's correct Aunty, I just came by to tell you that my brother Abbas will be joining us, you guys weren't home and Romaisa here was alone with Shizas cousin so I thought I would stay until you came back."

Wait. When he worded it like that, it sounds like he thought I would do something haram. That little...

My mom seems to have the same thoughts though as she says, "yes but well wasn't Zackariyah here?"

Before Obama can answer Asher comes back and says, "I'll go help uncle with the rest of the groceries," he dosnt wait for a reply and we soon here my father and him talking out by the car.
Osama stands there before saying, "yes he was, he's in the living room currently. Watching some cartoon."

"ITS NOT SOME CARTOON OBAMA ITS A SPECIAL GOOD CARTOON."

Osama dosnt look amused by Zackys shout but me and my mom laugh a bit. She looks towards Osama again and says, "okay then son, I guess we'll see you tomorrow."

Osama nods and walks past us, heading out the door.

"He sure is something." My mother says with a sigh before looking at me and saying, "think deeply." With that she heads to the living room, kisses Zackys head then goes up the stairs towards her and fathers room.

Just as she heads up my father and Asher come in laughing together, Asher has most of the groceries while my dad has some. Gentleman eh?

"Asalam alaikum baba!" I say as he put the bags down and Asher takes them to the kitchen.

"Walaikum asalam habibti, hey why didn't you tell me about this funny guy over here. Shizas cousin eh? I could've gotten you married off to him!" He says with a laugh.

I blush and am about to speak when Asher comes back to the hall once again, he looks flustered, I wonder why that is?

"It was nice meeting you uncle, I'm just going to go say bye to Zackariyah and I'll be off." He grins as my dads pats him on the back.

"You're a good kid Washer," he says with a toothy grin. I hold in my giggle, now we know where Zacky got his name messing ups from.

"Sir, it's Asher, but uh you can uh still call me washer if you uh what I don't really mind.." He stumbles and scratches the back of his head, my dad laughs again and says, "I'm just messing with ya."

"Noo Ashie don't leave!" Zacky comes running up to Asher, hugging his legs. Asher looks down laughing, "hey buddy loosen the grip will ya. I'll come back soon, I promise."

"Pinky promise?" Zacky pouts, "pinky promise." Asher says before hugging him and messing up his hair. Zacky runs back to the living room after hugging my dad.

"Well aslam alaikum then." He says before heading out the door and walking towards his car. Me and my father reply and close the door.

"Good kid, good kid." Baba mumbles to himself before heading up stairs to his room.

I began to unpack the groceries thinking about how well they went with Asher, it's like they were long lost buddies. The thought made me smile.

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Guys, im so devoted, it's currently 1:56 am and I wanted to finish this chapter.
Now imma go eat some cereal...k bye THANKS FOR READING.