Good? Great.

The heart and mind are always at war

Abbas's pov:

I unlock Osama's apartment door and sigh with a smile as I throw my jacket onto the sofa. I didn't listen to my brain, which oddly makes me feel superior.

"Osama? You back yet?" I yell out hopefully wanting to share a lot with my brother. I hear a grunt from the kitchen and my smile widens. Quickening my steps I walk towards the kitchen and peek in.

Osama's hair had grown longer and he now has it in a small bun, which I even as a brother must admit looks cool. "Yeah hey." He says hugging me back. Even though he doesn't look any fresher, or has any signs of being in a better state than before I still grin.

"Where have you been?" I ask curiously sitting onto the kitchen island as he leans back drinking a strange coloured liquid. "Places." I frown at his short answer.

"Cool places?" I ask still eyeing the glass, "he takes the last gulp and puts the glass into the sink away from my eyes, "sure you could say that." He says before rubbing his eyes and forehead.

I nod slowly taking in his features, noticing black circles under his eyes I hop off the island saying, "okay I guess you should rest. I wanna tell you something later though." My grin returns as I say the last part.

He nods before patting my shoulder and walking off towards his room. But before he can, I grab his arm and say, "please don't drink Osama. It's haraam, plus it's not good for you. Please for me." I finally figured it out from his breath and had to say it. I care about my brother too much.

He grunts and curtly nods. I don't know whether to take that as a 'okay I won't' or a 'shut up'.

"Wait...one more thing...uh you haven't said or done anything to Romaisa and Asher have you?" I ask gently, millions of things running through my mind.

His face falls grim as he stares hard at me, I gulp wondering if it was too soon. "No. I'm-....I don't-...no Abbas no I haven't." I nod slowly looking at the ground, his footsteps thump away towards his room.

Sighing I go to my own room and change into easier to move in clothes. Laying back on my bed, I stop caring about my older brother just a bit before thinking about something that makes me happy.

Her mother was extremely nice, it was sad to hear that her father passed away though, but you could tell both of them has gotten over it a long time ago. Even though they had a family portrait right there on the wall. I was scared of one thing though, the fact that I basically have no family, with Osama being disturbed and my dad off away, probably in a wealthy country gaining his only love even before my mother. Money.

No matter how I tried though, my heart still ached to have a moment with him, even for a minute. He was my dad after all. Rubbing my palms against my jeans I got my phone out and searched for dad, I should tell him that I'm getting engaged.

As the phone rang, I wandered through my brainon thoughts of how to start the conversation, "hello?" A gruff voice said at the other end and I immediately straightened up as if he was there in the room with me.

"Yeah uh hey Dad, Asalamaliakum." I said after clearing my throat, a small silence settled before some shuffling and his voice came back, "walaikum asalam Abbas, how are you son?"

I rubbed my forehead, the impatient tone in his voice hurting my brain and emotions, "yeah I'm good. I got some great news though."

"What is it?" He said as I stood up, my face brightened as I thought over how I could tell my father that I'm getting engaged to the girl that lights me up. "Well....uh I'm getting engaged." I said finally, my mouth forming into a grin.