| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 12▪

I walk out of the bathroom while I rub my hand lotion. I am planning what I am going to do. Mohammad sits on the chair, typing something on his laptop.

I adjusted my veil and looked at the small mirror on the bedside drawer.

I have to say that my skin is flawless. The room is quiet, the only noise is the keyboard. I hear a knock as I stand up adjusting my robe.

I made it a loose a bit so it looks good. I cleared my throat before walking to the door. I open the door, seeing Ameera,  his youngest sibling.

"Good morning." She says smiling widely. "Good morning,  how are you?" I ask glancing at the tray she's holding. "I'm fine, thank you. I brought this for you." She says handing the tray over to me.

I take it from her carefully. "Thank you." I say as she walks away. I close the door, placing the tray in front of Mohammad. "Thank you, It was Ameera wasn't it?" He asks sitting up.

"Yeah." I say filing my nails. "What's today's plan?" He takes a sip of the orange juice. "Well, after eating, we'll go to your mom to greet her. I'll go to the kitchen and you'll do your daily stuff."

I take the other glass of orange juice. "Can you handle them?"

"I lived as a step wife, what's worse than that?"

"Okay." He continues typing then stops looking at me. "What is it? Did I spill the orange juice on my lavender robe?" I say standing up.

"Nothing." He smiles after licking his lips, looking back at his laptop.

"Okay I'm going to take my bath." I say placing the glass cup down. "You haven't eaten at all." He looks at me.

"I'll just eat lunch." I walk to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror when I realized my robe revealed the black laced top underneath that's translucent. I groan weakly in embarrassment.

It was clearly open but all he could do was smile, enjoying the view. "Seriously?" I mutter to myself but this is all my fault for wearing it in the first place. 

I walk into the shower, closing the glass door and turned on the shower. The hot water hit my skin,  relaxing the tense muscles.

I try to process what I'm going to do. There are human CCTV around so I have to stay alert and continue what I've planned.

I step out of the shower as I wrap a towel around my head and body. I walk to the mirror, looking at myself.

I take my creams, rubbing it all over my body. I walk out to the room leaning on the doorframe. "You should go shower." He closes his laptop, keeping it aside before raising his head to look at me.

"Not yet, not now." I push myself away from the doorframe, heading our closet. "Okay."

I take out a simple dress. I wrapped a veil around my head. I walk back to the room, gaining Mohammad's attention.

"Do I look okay?"

"Superb, shall we?" He stands up adjusting his shirt as I walk to the door, swinging it open. "Thank you." He walks to the door, turning his head to me.

He holds my hand before we walk towards the stairs. "Is she downstairs?" I ask in a whisper. "Yeah." He says looking forward. 

We pass the sitting room I sat in before and went through halls,  rooms then at last we appeared in a garden with a table of four with a shade.

Immediately she saw us, she keeps the paper she was reading, I smile at her. "Good morning." Mohammad and I chorused. She gives us a smile then told us to sit down.

"How was your night?" She asks smiling us. I can't jump on the conclusion that she knows or heard. "It was fine Alhamdulillah." Mohammad says while I just sit down looking downwards.

"Figured." She says looking away. I choke, well acted like I did. "Oh, sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

I shake my head but still looked down. "Exactly what I predicted, I would like for us to move to my house for a few days then later, we'll come back." Mohammad says straight forward.

"Okay, I understand but I just don't understand why you don't want to go on a honeymoon." Her brows furrowed in confusion. "It is my fault, insisted we stay." I say.

"I understand but It would be good to move to that house in the meantime." She takes a sip of water. "Thank you." Mohammad says, his phone starts ringing.

"Excuse me." He leaves me with his mother. "Um, Anisah? How are you?" She gives me a warm smile. "I am fine, thank you." I don't looking at her.

"Mohammad is married to a shy one for sure." She chuckles but I just smile. "Don't be shy around me, I want us to be close. I have a feeling that we'll get along well from the discussions we had."

"I agree." I raise my head. "Good but now, you have to pack your stuff so you could go there. You need your privacy, meanwhile I'll call the cleaning services to clean up before you arrive." She takes her phone.

"Thank you." I sit for some time waiting for the perfect time to slip away.

"Excuse me." I stand up, causing her to look up at me. "Okay."

I walk, thanking god it went smoothly when I felt a hand hold my wrist. "Are you done?" Mohammad asks.

"I did but why did you say we should go back there?" I whisper. "It is easier for us, we don't have to be cooped up together."

"Are we going to the condo?" I ask crossing my arms. "Yeah, why?" He asks as I sigh "I'm going to living with 5 guys least."

"They are not around, they've all been busy so there's no one." He slides his hands in his pocket. "Oh okay, she said we should get ready to go and she called the cleaning agency to clean up." I pull my veil to cover my hair.

"Look at them." I heard a woman say from behind us as I turn to look at her. It is Aunt Sarah. She walks towards us with her judging look.

"Don't worry,  we aren't going to eat you." She says placing her hands on her waist, glaring at me from head to toe. "We know, we weren't hiding."

"Of course, you would say that."

"Aunt Sarah, is there a problem?" Mohammad asks.

"Me? Of course not. I happened to see you. Continue whatever you're doing." She walks away, rolling her eyes.

"Who is she exactly and why does it seem she dislikes me?" I ask looking at Mohammad.

"She's a family friend and she tried to force me to get married to her daughter but I declined. She still tried to force her on me so till we got married."

He scratches his forehead. "Anyway, we should get ready." I nod in agreement.

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