| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 18▪

That was no football match, more like wrestling. I couldn't watch it because of how they would fall hard on the grass.

We walk into the house together, Mohammad leaning on me. He sprained his ankle so he kept on limping. "I told you not to do it." I remind as he sat down on the couch.

"Are you siding him now? I'm your husband." He protests before I sit down beside him. "Not really." I whisper to his ear,  making him nod slowly when his mother walks in. "Why do you look wretched?" She says sitting down on the other chair. "I played football with some friends."

"Are you alright because I know you boys play roughly. I can't believe you're still playing soccer." She says crossing her legs as Maryam and Ameera walk into the parlor.

"Welcome back." They chorused. "Thank you." He says to them. "Well, you should go freshen up because I want us to have dinner together." His mom shares.

"Today, can we reschedule it for maybe next week?" Maryam asks. "No but if you prefer to dine outside on the grass, fine." Ameera chuckles at how mother swiped at maryam.

"Where's Ismail?"His mom asks.

"He went out but he said he would be back at 8pm." Ameera says as aunt Sarah came in. "What is going on?" She asks sitting down on the same chair as his mother.

"Nothing you need to know." I hear Ameera mumble and I try not to smile. "So you should all get ready, I have a surprise too." His mother adds.

I'm not a fan of sitting down on tables eating but I cannot object.

"I'll be upstairs." Mohammad says standing up and walking away. I stand up, following him. I walk into the room feeling down. "Are you that attracted to me?" Mohammad teases sitting on the couch. I chuckle at his statement.

"Not at all."
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It is dinner and everyone sat down. There is only one chair absent but you would forget since 13 people are present. I sat down beside Mohammad and Ismail sat opposite me.

I hate him for doing that to a woman, who would do that if not a psycho. "So, Anisah, do you have a job?" His mother asks suddenly.

"No, not yet." 

"Really? Well, I think I can find you a job since you're usually alone and bored. We have a hospital we are sponsoring, I will talk to them to let you work there. Is it alright with you?"

His mom asks chewing her food. I smile as I look at Mohammad who seemed to dislike the suggestion. "When are you planning to talk to them?" Mohammad asks. "Tomorrow morning." She places the fork down.

"I'll just talk to them if you don't mind, I have a close friend there." Mohammed says.

"What is your take on this?" His mother asks as I think. "It would be very nice for you to do it but I don't want to trouble you and Mohammad has a friend, he could show me around the hospital. "

She nods smiling. "Okay, Mohammad will do it. So, for the surprise." She says looking at everyone. "Hashim will be coming back next week." She says laughing.

I smiled because use I don't know who...oh, it is mohammad's brother he told me about.

"Mummy, are you for real? He's coming back? I can't wait!" Ameera says squealing in excitement. Maryam smiles widely.

"I really miss him." Maryam adds. "We all do but I just realized that Anisah doesn't know him or at least never seen him." His mom looking at me.

I nod slightly. "You will meet him soon, Insha Allah." Maryam says as his mom nodding.
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We went back to our various rooms, some staggering due to sleep, some still up for a few conversations and I, helping Mohammad walk.

I enter the room with Mohammad limping. "Just sit here first." I say as he sits on the bed, keeping his legs on the bed slowly. "Okay, I'm going to take off your socks so I could see how it looks."

He nods obviously not caring much. I take it off the socks when I saw his swelled discolored ankle. I try not to be look too worried.

I glance at Mohammad who was unbothered before looking back at me.

"I told you that we should've gone to the hospital. I think you dislocated it, not sprained it." I sit on the floor.

"It is nothing, it will be fine." He says adjusting his sitting position, he grunts a bit. "Will it?" I ask and he sighs.

"I will call the doctor tomorrow so he could check it out." He takes his book out.

"We should just go there, to the hospital. You might get crutches, you will be going to meetings like that." I giggle while he just looked at me, his lips curling up to a smile.
"How are you going to sleep though?"

"I'll figure it out, Okay?"

"Sure." I say walking to the other side of the bed to lay down.

"Don't touch it or it will get worse." I advise, pulling the covers to cover myself while he sat on the bed, reading. I close my eyes.
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"Be careful with the steps." I say holding mohammad's hand that is placed on my shoulder. "I got it." He says as I see Ismail walking towards us.

I groan silently. "Good morning." Ismail says smiling at me. "Yeah, good morning."

Mohammad acted like he wasn't present, ghosted him.

"Let's just go and get this treated because It gets worse with each minute." I say looking at Mohammad.

"Yeah, so you want me to drive you there?" Ismail suggested but I don't want him to tag along with us. "No thank you." I turn him down. There is no way in hell that I'm going to let him get any closer. We walk to the car when I realized that I forgot my wallet and phone.

"I forgot something, I'll be out in a second." I rush back into the sitting room where I remember keeping it before going upstairs to get moha earlier.

I bend over the chair, checking it in a hurry. I see it as I sigh in relief when I feel someone pulling my waist to his body. I hurriedly stand straight, turning to look at Ismail who has his eyes fixated on me.

My heart beats fast but I compose myself. "What the hell is wrong with you? What's that for?" I notice how he boxed me by the chair, his arms beside me. "I couldn't resist."

He leans in, attempting to kiss my neck but I push him away. My struggle seems to make him smirk and leans on again for another one. I push him harder and slapped his across his face.

"Get away from me, never ever...try that again with me!" I warn, feeling scared internally. I storm out when I see the car parked,waiting for me. I get in, shutting the door. "Everything okay?" Mohammed asks, making me realize that I slammed the door.

"Sorry, everything is great." I smile.

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