| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 6▪

It has been a month since I stroke the deal with Mohammad. He signed the papers and now he just has to give me the papers about him.

I am presently laying on my bed, looking at pictures of my parents. I miss my father, he was the pillar of my life but when he died, it all went down. All of it.

I smile at the picture of all of us except Khadija because my mom was pregnant with her. I sigh wishing I could go back to this day, only.

My childhood was very nice but I can't say the same for my teenage life.

I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I want these past memories erased. I wiped it off when my phone rang. It was Mohammad, I am so tired. He was supposed to send this papers at work weeks ago.

"Mohammad, you haven't sent the papers, you know?" I say dropping the picture in my hands. "Good morning." He says, his voice different.

"Sorry, good morning. You haven't sent the papers. I need to practice and memorize your information." I say. "Yeah, i apologise. I have not been feeling well."

He says as I suddenly felt stupid. I feel embarrassed and inconsiderate.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I even started complaining," I explain. "No worries. I don't want to disturb my assistant on the weekends because she works a lot and we can't meet up. So can you come over?"

He asks when I hesitated inside me. "I don't know." I say. "I am not going to do anything to you, don't worry. Plus, I will pay for the inconvenience." He says. "Okay, send me the address."

I say feeling doubtful but guilty. "Sure." I hang up as I stood up to take a quick bath.

I won't say that the drive was easy nor normal. It was hard and far. I drove my car into the compound. There were four cars in there, I recognized mohammad's car though.

I felt like mine was crap. Maybe his mom isn't around. I wore a tshirt, jeans and bolero. I took my Louis Vuitton bag that is placed across my chest. It is like a van ti pack.

I look at the building that has two floors, white and modern.

Being rich is beautiful. I take a deep breath before walking to the door. I knock on the door already picturing a woman opening the door.

I heard someone coming so I got ready. The door swung open as I saw a man with a black hoodie, kaftan's trouser, and held a pillow. "Would you let her in already! " I heard someone say from behind.

The good looking man with the hoodie turned around. "Don't disturb me, I'm doing you a favor!" He shouted before turning back to face me. "Welcome." He says with a smile.

I smile forcefully. "Thank you." I say walking in even though every part of me was screaming that I should turn and run but I fought it.

I walk normally but inside me is a disaster. I walked into the parlor as I saw Mohammad sitting down with a laptop on his thigh.

He wore an ash shirt and black quater shorts. He looked up at me while he had a pen in his mouth. "Don't disturb me, I'm going to take a nap!" The guy with the hoodie say walking up the stairs with his pillow.

"Are you seriously leaving this place wrecked like this?" His words not coming out clearly due to the pen in his mouth. "Clean it up yourself." Hoodie guy says.

"I swear Jabir, I will make your life hell." Mohammad says before Jabir laughs. "Please, sit." Mohammad says taking the pen out of his mouth. "I'm going to sleep." Jabir says leaning on the rail of the stairs.

"You said that hours ago so stop disturbing me." Mohammad says placing his laptop on the table. "Okay." Jabir says walking away.

"So how are you feeling?" I ask so I can't mess up again. "Good, thank you. I haven't started writing about it so shall we?" He says and I open my bag, bringing out a pen and book. "Go ahead."
******

"Anisah? Does it have to be this?" I say trying to change the name. "I already told my mom and she likes the name apparently." He says looking at me.

I nod. "Okay. Anisah Ibrahim, 25, doctor, orphan, only child, love shopping and love cooking." I say. "You can choose to do anything you like with the rest like your favorite music, food and stuff."

He says typing something on his laptop. "I am not a really good cook." I say feeling useless. "You don't have to be a good cook for you to love it." He says without looking at me.

I took a sip of the water he brought for me. "Is that it?" I ask wanting to leave badly. "Yeah." He says looking at me.

"Okay, bye." I say as I leave in a hurry. I got out of the house and got inside my car. I start it but it didn't work. "No, no, no, no. Not here!" I say but it could not start.

I continue trying when I heard the door shut. I look up and saw Mohammad walking towards me with his hands in his pocket. Embarrassment #101: Always smile. That doesn't really work for me.

"Is everything okay?" He asks. "Yeah, it just needs a push." I continue to start it. "Stop it or it will get worse. I will call my mechanic." He says opening the door and pulling out his phone.

He placed the phone on his ear as I close my eyes. Please may this be a dream, but It isn't.

"Are you coming in? He will take some time before he comes". He offers. "Nah, I'm good." I say shutting the door. He nods, about to leave when a dog barks.

I am not a fan of dogs. I got out of the car and followed Mohammad. He looks at me and chuckles. "I thought you were staying." He teases. "Please stop." I say closing my eyes.

I walk inside the house with Mohammad when I saw two other guys in the parlor. I felt more uncomfortable.

"You guys are awake?" Mohammad says to the guys. "Yeah, and?" The dark skinned guy asks. "What's your own?" Mohammad says sitting down as I sit down beside him.

I kept quiet like there was no one. "Muwaffaq, mind your business." The light skinned one said before our eyes met. I brought my phone out scrolling through it.

"I'm just saying, I saw a beautiful woman." Muwaffaq says and I look at Mohammad. "Can you look away?" Mohammad says to muwaffaq, looking at him.

"He is flirt that doesn't know how to even do it." The light skinned guy says, laughing. I couldn't help but chuckle silently.

To be continued.....

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