| Life of a fraudster | ✔

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I scroll my phone while Faisal is driving me home. I finished doing everything I could help him with.

"Thank you." He says focusing on the road. "Its alright, what are friends for."

I smile trying to stop him from thanking me over and over again. "We are here." He parks as I get out of the car.

He walks to me. "I owe you for this." He looks at me and I look at the parking lot. Most of the cars aren't around.

"Stop this,you're my best friend and your mom helped me a lot so it is really cry nothing." I say but he shakes his head. "Is there any way we could be more than just friends?"

He holds my hands. "You know that's impossible, I'm happily married." I try to pull my hands away from him.

"I'm envious of him, for having you before I did." He continues even though it makes me uncomfortable.

"Oh well, what can we do? I should better go." I pull my hands away when he crashes his lips on mine.

I freeze in shock, what does he think he's doing?

He pulls away as I scoff. "He's coming." Faisal notices, making me turn to see Mohammad walking towards us.

"Mohammed." Faisal says with his hands in his pocket and a smug face. No.

"Faisal, right?" Mohammad asks, standing beside me, scratching his nose bridge. "Yes?"

"I don't know what your intention is but I want you to distance yourself from my wife." He states when Faisal chuckles.

"Distance myself? Intention? I don't understand what you're saying but all I know is, I do love Anisah. I feel like you don't deserve--".

He gets interrupted by a punch. I gasp at the sudden action Mohammed took. "What are you doing?" I hold Mohammad's arm, looking at Faisal angrily who fell on the grass.

I run to Faisal's side who is holding his jaw in pain. "Are you alright?" I ask helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm good." Faisal scoffs. I raise my head to look at Mohammed who looked at us like we're a nuisance. He shakes his head, walking away.

I feel so embarrassed and angry. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Please go home and rest. Today has been hectic." I help him up.

"You call that happily married?" He asks making me raise a brow at him. "I'm sorry."

"Never say that ever again, have a good night." I walk away, his words rings in my head over and over again.

I enter the house, heading straight to our room when I see Mohammad pacing. I ignore him, sitting on the bed.

"Don't you think you have something to say to me?" He asks. "You embarrassed me in front of him. Why would you do that?"

I look at him as he scoffs. "You were kissing that guy and you expect me to be cool about it even after he said nonsense?"

He asks narrowing his eyes. "He kissed me without my consent, I was shocked by his actions." I walk to him, trying to reason this out rather than for us to be arguing.

"So what wrong have I done in punching him? He kissed you without your consent so I did wrong by punching him? Why do you back him up every time?"

"I am just saying that you should've done something else. Punching was a bit too much." I hold his hand.

"What do want exactly?"

"I want your understanding, your support". He chuckles. "I support you rvery step of the way but whatever decision I make, you find a way to say it's not good enough. I should've thought about it better. I see a man kissing MY wife and when I confront him, he says nonsense. I punch him, you even went to his aid. What exactly do you want? You can't have it all."