Let's all be in a state of maturity while reading this chapter.
Any immature comments will be deleted. :) x
It is an extremely long and detailed lecture-based chapter, but I pray it is beneficial to those who want to read it.
JazakumAllahu khayr.
Feel free to read this over the span of three days 😂
- A'ISHAH'S POV -
"Woah, you're taking all of that?" King asked me, his eyes widening as he glanced at the countless materials that were overflowing from the bag on the bed. They weren't many things that I needed for today's seminar, but they were things I had in the spare room from the facility that I needed to take back now since that was Beth's room and she needed her own space.
It was actually King's bag - his gym bag to be exact, but I didn't have a bag big enough to fit all of the supplies so I had opted to stealing his gym/sports bag for the day.
"I'm sorry, I didn't have a big enough bag." I apologised sheepishly. I knew he had plans to meet up with his friends to play ball today while I was at the sisters event, but I guess he could use a normal backpack or something.
"I'm sure there's a spare backpack at the top of the closet in Beth's room." I told him, but he shook his head, dismissing my words.
"Don't worry about that. I'm not letting you carry that bag though." He told me sternly, making sure that I knew he would take it into the facility even if my students were there.
"I wouldn't carry it anyway." I smiled at him. King exaggerated my pregnancy and the limitations I had because of it, but I obviously wasn't an idiot. I wouldn't put our baby in risk.
"Good girl." He winked, placing a kiss on the side of my head. "Are you ready?" He asked me and I nodded my head, taking my handbag off the bed and following him out the door.
"JazakAllah khayr, habibi."
"For what?"
"Carrying my bag for me like a gentleman." I commented from behind him, seeing him placing the heavy bag on his shoulder.
"What do you mean? As if I'm not always a gentleman." He responded with a smirk over his shoulder, making me scoff naturally.
I grinned when a third voice joined our conversation. "I didn't know skulling the OJ straight from the carton was gentleman-like." Beth commented, walking out of her room in a pair of black shorts and a white singlet, covering her mouth as she yawned, her hair pulled together at the top of her head in a messy bun.
King stopped walking and turned to look at me as if saying 'look at what you've done now'.
I pressed my lips together, trying to stop myself from laughing at Beth's comment. "Where is the lie, though?" I peeped, making King part his lips as he looked at me, evidently in shock that I had sided with his sister instead of him.
I smiled at Beth and she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning against the door frame as she winked at me. I could tell that King was holding back a smile. Although he genuinely hated that he had to put up with Beth and I when we would gang up against him, it lowkey made him happy that we had formed a good bond. Alhamdulillah.
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