| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 11▪

I look outside the window in the car alone. Yeah, Mohammad left me because he wasn't comfortable in the ceremony so he left first. I guess he's at their condo.

"Don't be nervous, okay?" His mom says smiling. "Mama, don't say that. You're going to make her feel weirder." Maryam informs her but I just smiled uneasily.

"Oh sorry." She mutters as the car stops. I got out of the car, tired of today's event. I look at the house that looks like a castle. "Come on." His mom leading us to the house.

"Ignore her, I don't know why she's so excited about this". I smile. "it's understandable, she's our mother." I say to her.

Maryam shrugs. "Yeah, it makes sense." We walk into the house. "Maryam, take her to their room." Maryam nods. "Let's go." Maryam says walking up the stairs.

We walk up and went left, down the hall to the last room. She opens the door. "Go have fun." She raises her eyebrows as I chuckle.

"Oh my god, shut the door." I walk into the room and she smiles. She shut the door as I look around the room.

It has this boring, elegant room. I walk towards the bed and saw my clothes placed on the bed.

Seriously?  I sigh before i walk into the bathroom.

You could call this a room. "Oh my god." I say looking at the wall to wall mirror in the bathroom. I look at the letter left in front of the mirror with bottles of body wash. I took the letter that was wrapped beautifully.

Take your bath after the hectic event.

I shrug my shoulder. That is not a bad idea. I take off my clothes and took my bath. It smelled like roses, blueberry and strawberry.
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I wrap the towel around my body. I walk into the room with my folded clothes. I look at the bed with the night gown. I stand there thinking whether I should wear it or not.
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The door opened as Mohammad walked in while I sat down using my phone. I was chatting with Hadiza but I changed her name to something else.

I keep my phone, we hold eye contact. "Hey." He takes off his cap. "Hi, were you with the guys?" I ask adjusting my head tie.

"Yeah, I'm sorry i left you there. It was just full of women and it was seriously uncomfortable." He admits, sitting down on the chair placed close to the window.

"Its apart of my job." I say standing up to lift the duvet so I could lay down.

"You look great." His eyes glossing over my body. I look at the robe I'm wearing which almost reached my knees. "Thank you and yes I know it looks weird but I like it and you should get used to this."

He smiles, placing his hand on his lips. "I'm not sure about that but I'm going to take a shower." He walks to the bathroom. I lie down, looking around the room when I see a book placed on the drawer.

The Siege Of Mecca?  Sounds promising. I take it reading carefully but I couldn't read it now. I need to practice the names and people I can be a little loose with.

I open my bag and brought the paper out with a book and a pen. I wear my glasses as I looked at it. Aunt Halima,  nosy and talkative. Aunt Sarah,  hypocrite and a liar.

My phone vibrates as I pick it up. I had to put it on silent so the family could think we were doing something conservative. It was Ashraf,  my fake ex husband.

I don't know why he's still disturbing me but it is worth knowing. I answer the phone.  "What is it?" I ask with a pissed tone.

"I just wanted to know how you were doing." I drop my pen.

"Ashraf,  we signed a contract which states we would not have any contact whatsoever so why are you calling me?"

"I miss you, the house is so empty without you." Ashraf says trying to flatter me but it just makes me irritated. "Do you even know my name?"

"Well,  relationships always start from somewhere."

"Exactly, Don't call me again." I say before i hang up. I groan in irritation. "What is it?" Mohammad asks coming out of the bathroom.

I was about to talk, raising my eyes to his direction when I stop after seeing him shirtless. I look away so he wouldn't notice. "It is just a client." I say scribbling something down. 

"So you have problems with your clients?" He says furrowing his eyebrows a bit while he used a another towel to dry his hair. "Yeah,  it happens. They get attached to this." I say pointing at my body.

He scoffs while he walked to the dressing room. "I'm supposed to ask how you finished taking your bath in two minutes."

"I didn't." He opens his drawer, taking out his sweats. I chuckle as he wears it, I lower my gaze.

He sits down beside me. "Pass me that book please."

"I thought you were sleeping on the couch."

"Okay." He says as I bite my lip. I hand him the book and he stood up. "Thank you." I say and he nods. He places his pillow and laid down, reading his book.

I place my paper on the table while Mohammad still read. He seems pretty engrossed. I take my glasses off before standing up. I hold the bed and shook it as hard as I can but it barely moved.

Have I ever told you how weak I am?

Even Hadiza is stronger than I am, not to talk of Abdallah.

"What are you doing?" Mohammad asks, holding his book. "Who's in the next room?" I whisper to him while I pant. "My mother." He answers and I smile. "Please come help me shake this bed."

I say and he stood up, walking to the bed. "Okay,  go." I say as we start shaking it. It hits the wall just as I wanted it to. "Mohammad! Mohammad!" I shout in a moan, enough to let his mom know.

He chuckles a bit as we continued. "Don't stop!" I continue shouting while I barely shake the bed.
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I lay down after the shaking of the bed as Mohammad lies on the chair. "Trust me when I tell you that tomorrow, your mom would be looking at you differently."

"I bet."

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