| Life of a fraudster | ✔

▪LOAF 20▪

It has been a month since ismail's confrontation about his so called 'love'. Mohammad's ankle has gotten better, he even goes to work but football has to be suspended for now.

Hasneem knows about I and mohammad's little secret. He couldn't believe it at all when we told him. I got hired and I work there once in a while because mohammad's mom doesn't want me to work too hard.

Ameera has gone to the University in Birmingham with Maryam, Maryam went for her masters.

I sit down in the parlor watching with Mohammad who's beside me. "Nope." He says as I switch to another channel. "Wait, this seems interesting." I say sitting up right.

"I thought you aren't a huge fan of romance." He looks at me. "I am desperate to watch anything." I answer not looking at him.

"What about your job?" He asks. "It's alright, Hasneem makes it way better especially with some of the women who are really nice to me." I lean back on he chair.

"Do you like it?" He adds. "Yeah, it's interesting compared to being bored with or without you." I say as he chuckles using his phone and I look at him.

"How about your friend, Ibrahim? I want to see him again." I smile in a flirty way. "You're trying too hard to make me jealous." He says shaking his head while he watched.

"So you don't get jealous at all?" I ask placing my chin on my palm. "Yeah, i don't." He answers without looking as I nod slowly.

"Okay, it is very mature of you to think that way." I look away. "What are you planning against me?" He asks looking at me suspiciously.

"Oh nothing. I just feel lucky to be working with a person that is not jealous at all." I shrug my shoulders and he nods even though his facial expression showed that he's still suspicious.

I chuckle before I heard ismail's voice. "Hey." He says but I don't know to whom. "How are you doing?" He looks at the both of us. "Yes". Ismail smiles uneasily.

"I heard that you're back on therapy." Mohammad says. "Yeah, how do you know that?" Ismail asks furrowing his brows. "It doesn't matter, has there been any progress?" Mohammad gives his whole attention to Ismail.

"I don't know, I'm supposed to ask you." Ismail says. Mohammad narrows his eyes at him, looking kind of irritated.

His phone rings

"Excuse me." Mohammad says to me, standing up to pick a call. I suddenly feel annoyed sitting with Ismail after the incident. "What are you watching?" He asks leaning forward.

"Nothing, we don't know what to watch." I act normal, using my phone. "Anisah, about the last time we spoke. I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I am sorry."

He looks at me, apologizing sincerely but a part of me felt like I shouldn't trust him and the other is telling me to just go with it. "Sure, we're past that now as long as it never happens again and we learn our boundaries." I say looking at him.

He nods slowly. "We're no longer in a feud, right?" He asks smiling. "Of course." I say smiling widely as Mohammad walks into the parlor.

"I am going to go to somewhere, I'll be back." Mohammad tells me, taking his other phone that was beside me.
"Can you drop me off somewhere since you're going out?"

Ismail asks Mohammad. "Okay but I might not be going to the same route as you." "Its okay." Ismail says as Mohammad nods.

Ismail stands up and heads for the door but stops to look at Mohammad.

"I bore you either way so enjoy." Mohammad teases adjusting his shirt. "Oh, I will." I reply as he places a kiss on my lips.

I look and Ismail who already gave us some room. I stand up, looking around. "He went out." Mohammad says.