| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 19▪

I open my eyes as I hear laughter from Mohammad. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. "Good morning."

"Good morning." I reply standing up. I brush my teeth, wash my face and came out. I wore my pink and white pajamas. I walk to mohammad's side of the bed so I could check his ankle.

"How is it? Does it hurt?" I ask looking at him. "It's fine, stop worrying." He says placing his legs on the floor. "Do you need help?" I ask but he shook his head.
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We walk down the stairs to the dining table. His mom and some of his aunt's aren't here but my best aunt is. Jabir, Hasneem and Sadeeq sat with aunt Hadiza.

"Good morning." I smile widely as I sat down. "Good morning, how's your leg?" Aunt Hadiza asks Mohammad while they ate.

"Alhamdulillah, it is fine thanks to Anisah." He looks at me, smiling. I smile back at him and he holds my hand.

"That's good, this is why we have been telling you to get married. Now you know the use. I'll have to go, have a good breakfast." She stands up and left.

I placed a cup of tea in front of Mohammad while we conversed. "No, it isn't true. I really thought he is some stalker when we first met." I say smiling as they laughed.

'He sees a good looking lady and starts to stalk her." Sadeeq takes a bite of the apple in his hand then raised his brows. I chuckle, shaking my head.

"Why are you quiet today? Did Mohammad do something?" Jabir asks looking at me and I shake my head. "I'm just not really in the mood to talk much and it is kind of boring."

"Boring? Nah, we're actually interesting. Very." taps Hasneem. "I will have to agree with Anisah, you're really bumming me out these past few weeks."

Mohammad adds scratching his brow. "Of course, you would side with her." Jabir rolls his eyes.

"Of course just like I would side with him in any conversation too." I defend him as the guys looked at each other, I smile leaning on him while he smiles.

"Okay, we touched her weak spot." Jabir smiles. "Of course." Hasneem commented.

"Anyway, I'm going to let you talk." I stand up so i can leave. I take my mug to go sit in the garden while I use my phone.

I actually want to talk to my siblings but I can't. I sit down at the table as the birds chirped. The garden is beautifully arranged and neat.

It is the best place for an alone time because you feel so calm. I scroll through my feeds on instagram. I uninstall the app every time I use it.

I look at the picture Hadiza posted. They all took a photo together looking so happy. I smile weakly feeling lonely inside. I'm happy when they're happy, I would do any just to make them happy.

I suddenly heard someone sit beside me as I keep my phone down immediately.

I am with the person that makes me pay the price for their happiness, Ismail. He smiles at me warmly like everything is cool.

He freaking grabbed me from behind. I look away knowing that he'll start talking any minute from now. "Good morning even though it doesn't seem like you are having one."

I didn't answer him because I really feel like the more I speak, the more he pulls me to his crazy plot.

"Have I done something wrong perhaps?" He ask placing his hand on my thigh and I take his hands off me. "Maybe you can't recall the last time we met but I'll remind you that I am married to your brother and I love him so stop this.....whatever you call it."

I say while he looked at me attentively. "Whatever you call it to get back at your brother." I add about to stand up when I felt him tug me back to my chair.

"What did he say exactly?" He growls as I pull my hand away from his grip. "You don't need to know."

"Who told you?" He asks again. "People, my friends, social media." I lie to him and he sighs. "What did it say?"

"You hit your wife." I tell him as he holds my hand in his. "That was in the past and I would love to put that behind me. I want you to be beside when I move past that stage or violence." I pull my hands away from his, standing up.

"I am happily married and I would love to stay that way so, please, stop pestering me."

Ismail scoffs, finding it amusing. I walk out of the garden so we wouldn't engage in another conversation that would end badly.

I close the door of my room as I pace around. I should try and avoid him.

I sit on the bed when the door opened. I looked up and saw Mohammad. I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"I saw you running upstairs, are you okay?" He sits beside me.

"Mohammad."

"Yeah." He answers, his eyes meeting mine.

I know it isn't my job but maybe I should deal with this problem on my own. I know how it feels, he has enough on his plate. When it gets serious, I'll tell him.

"What is it?" He asks looking at me. "Nothing, it is just that I remembered how long it would be before I see my siblings again. I miss them."

"Really? Don't worry before you know it, youll go back to them and you'll be just having memories of you getting married to Mohammad Tafida to write in your resume."

He praises himself as I laugh. "I love when you laugh." He says abruptly and i turn to look at him.

"Of course. You see, when I leave, you'll wish you married me for real." I raise my brows, nudging him a bit with my shoulder. He smiles, looking at me.

Move away, Anisah. You know what's going to happen.

He leans in, placing a kiss on my lips. I didn't want to indulge but a part of me wants it. I give in as I place my hand on his jaw, kissing him back deeply. 

He carries me on his lap, his arms caressing my waist. He kisses my neck then back to my lips. I feel his hand slide under my shirt causing me to be tensed up.

I believe he noticed so he decides to caress my bare waist. I hear a knock on the door as I pull away so I could see who it is. The door is slightly open so whoever's there probably saw us. I sigh, burying my head on Mohammed's shoulder in shame. "Who is it?" Mohammed asks. "It's Maryam." I gasp remembering what we had planned.

"Maryam, what do you need?"

"I'll be out in a minute, go ahead before me." I groan, no longer in the mood to go downstairs. "What happened?"

"We agreed to make pancakes, I forgot about it. I need to go." I stand on my feet as Mohammad groans frustratedly. "Why don't I try to convince her to postpone it?"

"I want to keep my word."

"Okay." He hangs his head before taking a pillow to cover his torso. "Are you okay?" He nods, rubbing my eyes.

I smile, walking to him as he raises his head to look at me. I sit beside him, looking at his eyes. "I could postpone it if you give up on the bet."

"Just go." He says shaking his head as I laugh, walking out of the room.

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