Good? Great.

Confusion

"Yes I know, but come on listen to me. You'll get nothing out of pushing. Just let her hand go, you're hurting her." Abbas says talking slowly and walking closer to us.

Osama looks down at me and I glare really hard at him, if he dosnt let go of my wrist right this second, I will seriously kick him where the sun dosn't shine. That's right, his ankle.

He slowly starts to loosen his grip, as soon as his fingers are almost off, I tug my hand away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I say holding my wrist which is now purple. I start walking away from the two, trying to show that I'm not scared but I actually am. He's a lunatic! A real lunatic!

"Listen Romaisa, Osama did not mean to hurt you at all. I assure you of that. He just got reminded of something that caused him to behave like that. I'm really sorry."

I moved my eyes away from the pleading ones of Abbas. Looking at Osama I find him staring at the ground. "What's wrong with him?" I exclaim really loud, Abbas try's to hush me but it still slips out and right then it feels like I'm staring into the devils eyes himself.

"Nothing, there is nothing wrong with me." He says slowly with a gruffness to his voice. Abbas places a hand on his arm but he shoves it off.

"Ya Allah, Osama you're loosing your chance. Stop." Abbas says to his brother as he keeps stating at me, at least he lost the glare.

"Ok can you stop with the weird talk and tell what the heck is going on here?" Abbas looks at me sadly before saying, "I'll explain someday Romaisa, but right now I just need to know this."

I nod telling him to continue as Osama keeps staring at my face. "Will you, or will you not marry my brother?" He asks but it looks like he's begging me to say yes.

"No. No of course not." I state. Before I know it a tiny vase is thrown to the ground and an angry Osama storms out the door.

"Take care of yourself Romaisa, I'm serious. I'll try to keep him away. Bu- but just take care of yourself, I'll explain another day. Allah hafiz." With that Abbas leaves through the door. I look out the window to find Osama pulling his hair and Abbas trying to console him. I can't believe my father was trying to marry me off to a person with anger management!

"Ya Allah! What happened here?" My mother exclaims as she and dad come rushing down the stairs. I hide my wrist, feeling as if I showed them it'll put more burden on top.

"Romaisa are you okay? What happened? Where's Osama?" Baba exclaims as he picks up Zacky who can running down, to avoid his feet getting any shards in them.

"Baba, he got angry. I said no. He got angry and left." I say looking toward the ground.

"But why? Why did you say no? Did he do something??" My father says as mama sighs and brooms the vase to the side.

"H-he asked very suddenly right there, and I just said no baba, he's very angerish." I say looking up at him. I look towards my mother and she gives me a tiny nod. "It's alright habiti, just go on up stairs."

As I walk up the stairs I hear my baba say to my mother, "she just let a good one slip out! He didn't even care about the leg."

"Yes, but there's other stuff other than caring about a missing body piece. Don't you dare try to call him back. He isn't the one." My mama replies.

I smile to myself before opening my bedroom door, sighing I take everything off before putting on my night gown.

"Take care of yourself. I'll try to keep him away" is the last thought going through my brain before I doze

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