*****FLASHBACK 6 years ago
LAYLA POVE
"Daddy!!! " I run up to my dad by the door to the living room upon his arrival from work one evening , he was looking quite distressed, as if really troubled about something but his face lit up in a wide grin when he saw me run to him , as he spread his ams so widely and knelt down just waiting to engulf me in a teddy bear hug as usual.
"Awww my little princess, i missed you so much , how are you doing ? " my dad said to me while we are still in a hugging position, he suddenly tickled me and i couldn't stop giggling .
" Alhamdullilah ( All praise be to Allah), am fine daddy and you?" I answered and further asked how he is too amidst my laughter .
" Hmmm daddy is okay too IN SHAA ALLAH, i got you your favourite chocolate "
Dad rummaged through his pocket and pulled out my all time favourite chocolate .
"Yaay daddi, you are simply the best , i love you so much, mmuaah" i enthusiastically and innocently said to my dad as i gave him a peck on his cheek .
" Okay,now where is my Queen, your Sweet mom?"
" mom is in the kitchen cooking for us" i quickly answered the question my dad asked me then excitedly unwrapped the chocolate covers to devour them immediately .
"Okay Princess , you continue watching your cartoon, as i go meet mom in the kitchen alright" my dad kindly instructs me
" okay daddy" i obliged then took off to go sit on the sofa in the sitting room In front of the big Plasma TV .
Few minutes later, i begun to hear mom and dad talking a little bit on top of their voices and mom seemed to be crying , judging from the fact that i could hear her sob
I decided to go stand by the kitchen door, though i know its a sin to eaves drop in Islam because my parent have taught me well enough but i couldn't help but want to listen , due to the fact that i am really getting worried and scared, i have never heard mom and dad have any argument before let alone dad make mom cry , dad has always been so loving, affectionate and caring towards mom and i.
" SubahanalLah Abdullah, this CAN'T be happening. Why will they think of such a thing, how could they possibly think a Muslim and upright man like you will ever perpetrate such a heinous crime as this, this is surely a conspiracy. No i wont let anything happen to you, this is not fair (sob). It is they who have murdered that accountant just to blame you. Please lets run away Abdullah, i cant lose you , Layla and i will die if something happens to you (sob)". My mom lamented in tears to my dad as she cling on to his shirt ever so tightly and her head was on his chest crying. She only calls my dad by his name (Abdullah) when she is upset about something . My dad hugged her back so closely also in tears.
My heart begun to palpitate , what is going on?. .
The next day, i woke up sitting on my bed in my room . Almost everything in my room has a touch of pink in them, ranging from my bed, curtains, wall paintings, dresser , wardrobe even my washroom has a pinky atmosphere to it because pink is my favourite plus my parent always spoiled me with whatever I wanted besides am their only child after all . I just smiled to my self but my smile is immediately replaced with a frown when i recalled last night incidence between my parent, but what were they so upset about?, i was taken out of my reverie by the knock on my door, it is obviously my mom am sure, because she always comes at this time to check if am awake and instruct me to go pray and get ready for school.
"Hey Princess, i see you are already awake ..how are you? " my mom sweetly asked me after she walked in and sat so close to me at the right side of my bed then reached for my head to caress my curly black hair .
"Alhamdullilah momi and how are you too?" i also asked her with a full grin.
" Hmm am okay, Alhamdullilah..now get up and go perform ablution then offer your fajr Salah( the dawn prayer) , its almost past dawn, hurry. I will be down stairs preparing breakfast , your dad couldn't go to work today because he has catch cold ...k run along"
my mom instructed me then stood up and left, heading downstairs . I sensed something fishy because she didn't seem her usual self , she felt unhappy and it hurt me but i just dismissed the idea and went to perform ablution, offer my salat, bathed and got dressed for school. Yes i can do almost everything on my own at the age of 8, thanks to my mom, she has mould me to be an independent young lady . After i am done with everything, i got hold of my backpack that was sitting on my sofa by window and left my room, shutting the door closed.
As i descended downstairs, i saw my dad sitting on the dining chair with his head bowed down and arms crossed across his chest, in deed deep thoughts. I almost got close to him when i heard the door bell ring, my dad instantaneously raised up his head .
" Dont worry dad i will get the door" i said to my dad, i stared at him for a second and couldn't help but feel dismayed, he had a scary and worried look on his face, i quickly turned around and headed for the door , i opened it to be greeted by two tall and masculine police men, i noticed by their uniform, one is black in complexion and the other fair in complexion.
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HIS LAYLA ( #COMPLETED)
Fantasy"NO!!!!" my mom screams out so loud and fainted right at the spot. I stood still, unable to move, i feel i am suffocating, am i also dying, NO this cant be happening , my dad was in tears as he stood up from his seat accompanied by the two police me...
