'Your room is so...'
I raised a brow at Yazaar and he narrowed his eyes. '...girlie.'
I tried to throw him with a pillow but then my door opened.
'Lailah, ukhti 'asheur bialhuzn,' Zayaan said and walked towards me with open arms.
'Zayaan, why are you not in bed?' I asked as I hugged him.
'Asheur bialhuzn,' he told me and I stared at Yaz.
I wish you didn't feel sad or any other bad emotion Zayaan.
He quickly changed his clothing to his sweats and T-shirt before getting into the bed.
'Let him sleep here. No problem with me,' Yaz told me and I wished so badly to kiss him but I smiled and nodded in gratitude.
I got under the covers and laid between Yaz and Zayaan.
'Shukran mama,' he told me and I hoped and prayed that Yaz did not hear.
'Why does your siblings call you mama? And why were they crying?' He asked and I prepared myself to tell the truth but the night was going well and I did not want to cry.
'To be honest I don't know why they call me mama since I am not like her...I mean she was amazing and they were crying because they miss their dad,' I answered. It was partially the truth. I was not lying. I was just giving him piece by piece.
'I know what it is like. Having a father that is alive and healthy but he wants nothing to do with you or your family.'
'Why? Baba does care about you and Ummi,' I told him and he scoffed. 'He does not. Lailah he was not even at our wedding.'
I turned away from Zayaan and touched my husband's cheek. 'He loves you, I can see it. He works hard to provide for you and your family.'
His eyes twinkled as he said,'Our family.'
'Right, our family. Yaz don't think that he does not love you, he does. Maybe he just have a hard time showing it.'
I kissed his cheek then turned to lie on my right side and pulled Zayaan closer to me.
I was blessed. I had my siblings, my guardians, my in laws, my darling husband. What more could I need?
***
'Last 16 weeks of college then we graduate!' I exclaimed and he narrowed his eyes at me.
'Why so excited? Do you have a secret job?'
I scoffed. 'I wish! I don't know where I'm going to get a job anyway.'
He cleared his throat. 'You could work at baba's company. Their advertising sector is open and they could use someone young and new.'
'What? No! What about you?'
'I've already got a job. I just needed to graduate. It will be some time before I am the CEO of baba's company.'
What the what?!
'So we'll be working together?'
He nodded and I immediately shook my head. 'Thank you but I can't accept.'
He frowned.
Ya Allah how is this boy even more cute when he frowns?!
'I just–I don't think it's a good thing that you and I work at the same place.'
'How come?' He asked.
'You'll get sick of seeing me, eventually get bored of me. I can't risk this.'
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Falling For Yazaar (Will Be Rewritten)
Spiritual*** Yemen...it was the home of angry and pained Lailah Maqsood. At the age of 17 she had to flee to a refugee camp along with her four other siblings. Losing her parents and leaving behind her brother, Tahir had broken her heart to an extent where i...