The Not-So Perfect Muslim Twins [COMPLETED]

Chapter Five: I Don't Know You

Assalamu Alaykum warahmatullahi wabarakaatuhu and hello, 

So I actually finished writing this chapter three days ago because for some reason I just forgot to publish it -_- Actually I just had to add another sentence in to be honest. 

I'll try publishing another chapter tonight as well because my winter break has started and I'm officially done with my first semester in uni Alhamdullillah. 

So enjoy. It's a little similar to Samaar and Sheath's story for now. (Or am I the only one that sees the similarity so far?)

Salaam! :)

Binyamin's POV

It turns out Yadirah did not get better. Days past and it seemed like she turned into a zombie. When ever she was in this state instead of being nice like she usually is, she would snap. It always happened when she was sick with a runny nose and an aching forehead. Of course, during this time she would say a bunch of stuff she would never mean. 

"You jerk! How could you do this to me?! I came to your room for a visit and you make me step on a towel?!" I brang my eyes up from my work and saw her foot on my towel and her angry face and sighed. Really Yadirah, really? It's like she's the king of the castle and I'm the dirty rascal.

"What's going on?" My mother came into my room. 

"Nothing." I said. Yadirah stared at me outraged. 

"Nothing?!" She asked. "How could you?! You're supposed to be my brother!" 

"No need to br dramatic young lady." My mom said shocked. 

"Nah. I was just kidding anyways. I'm bored and since I'm sick and I won't be going to school tomorrow, I was planning to bother Binyamin anyways." 

"Hahaa. Nice try. I have work to do. So there's the door. Throw your dramatic self out." I said, lazily. 

"Oh no you didn't." She said, with her hands over her mouth. "Mom! He's showing me attitude." 

"And what were you doing a minute earlier?" She asked, raising her eyebrow. "Now I have to go help Suwaydah with her homework. Apparently I give her hard homework." She said, emphasizing the word 'hard.' When our mom left the room, Yadirah sat down on my bed behind me. 

"Hey." She whispered. I turned around. 

"What?" I asked. 

"Laiba messaged me. She needs to talk to you." She whispered. I got up and closed the door. 

"Alone?" I asked. 

"Yeah. Well that's what she told me." 

"You know I wouldn't do that, right?" I asked her. 

"Well, I knew. But she's insisting. She said she has a plan. In fact she's already told me about it.... But she said she has to talk to you alone." 

"There's no way I'm going to do that though." 

"Binyamin, I think you should. It's a question about your future." 

"I don't care what it is... Okay, fine. How about you join us then?" I asked. 

"Are you crazy?" She asked. "Cool!" I rolled my eyes. She began dialing the number right away.

"Assalamu Alaykum, Laiba! Binyamin agreed but only if I was around." 

"Wa Alaykumasalaam. That's fine with me. Can you put it on the speaker?" She asked. 

"It already is." Yadirah replied to Laiba. Laiba sighed really loud and I raised my eyebrows in confusion. What's so secretive about this anyways?