| Life of a fraudster | ✔

•LOAF30°

It has been a week since my cover was blown and yes, people have heard and passed the news along.

I get looked at with so much judgement every time and It trended once on twitter.

I couldn't help but look at the comments about me. Mohammad of course has been very supportive.

He had packed to their house, the one of ten. He couldn't stand it there.

My sister has been acting all weird towards me and a bit bitter but I could understand even though I had to put her in her place.

She is a sophomore student and when she's supposed to be fitting in, her sister was caught as a fraud.

My other siblings don't have any problems yet because children are meaner.

We were watching with my siblings, Khadija laid her head on my lap while hadiza sits on the chair scrolling through her phone.

Abdallah sits beside hadiza too. I hear a knock on the door. Salis runs to the door, opening it.

"How are you? Is your sister around?" I hear Mohammad's voice. "Yes, should I let him in?" Salis asks looking at my direction as I nod, smiling.

Abdallah stands up when Mohammad walks in. "Assalamu Alaikum." He holds some bags in his hands.

"Let me help you." Salis offers, taking some from him. Hadiza sits up looking at him then back at me.

"Good afternoon." Hadiza says smiling. "Good afternoon, how are you?" He replies. "Fine, thank you."

"Salam alaikum." Abdallah walks to him and shakes his hand. Their height different was a little bit clearer, Mohammad was taller.

"Wa alaikum salam." Mohammad replies, shaking Abdallah's hand. Abdallah turns to hadiza and salis. "Go upstairs, let them be." He says as hadiza takes salis's hand then wakes Khadija up.

"I'll be going out." Abdallah says and left. Mohammad looks at abdallah till he went out then he looked back at me.

"Wow, I'm impressed." He admits keeping the rest of the bags down. "What did you expect?" I ask, narrowing my eyes.

"A hug perhaps." He opens his arms with a smirk. "Just sit down." I say smiling.

"Oh don't tell me that you don't miss me." He sits beside me, teasing. "Stop it."

He sits up taking a deep breath, switching up to reality. "Are you okay or should you guys move somewhere?"

He asks obviously worried. I turn to face him, holding his hand.

"We are better here. If we go anywhere else, especially where elites are, it would be worse."

"Okay, is there anything I need to know?" He asks smiling a bit. "Well, I learnt how to weave and prepare a few meals even though it takes the whole day."

I explain smiling like a donkey. "Did It taste nice?" He asks as I chuckle, shaking my head.

Mohammad just kept on looking at me. "Enough about me, what about you? Mama?" I ask but he just sighs.

"She is still aggravated at me."

"How was work?" I ask maybe something good happened there.

"Its very good, I landed a deal." He smiles while he places my legs on his lap. "That's great, what about hasneem? Is everything good with him?"

Mohammad nods as I sigh in relief. "I can't live with the guilt if he lost his job."

I say before I take Mohammad's cap off his head. "This is new." I look at the cap, I have never seen it. "Yeah, it was in my room in our house." I lean in, kissing him on the lips. "That's good."