His Skivvy

Chapter 13 ( Malice)

Assalamu Alaikum Warahmatullah!

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Third persons POV
   He sighed before picking up the call. He hate it when his mother call him. She never call to ask for his well-being but rather add to his problems anytime she do so. He picked up the call ready to hear the worse!

   "Yes Mother!"

She hilariously laugh at his tone because she can already sense his fuming anger! "Is Time Muhammad!" He know this was coming

    "I'm not coming back to that go damn country you call! So you better don't expect me!" She laughed thunderously before saying

   "Well! I don't talk twice, Suit yourself!" And with that she hung up leaving a fuming Muhammad!

  He hit the beautiful standing mirror with his fist making it crash into thousand pieces! Blood start gushing down from his fist while he hit another mirror again. With that he stomped out of the house with a fuming rage.

Evening 5:00pm

    He hold the phone with his bandaged hand as he dialed his number, few rings and he pick up with a salaam. "Salaam man, how're you?" The person on the line said.

    "I'm fine. You?" Muhammad asked sadly.

    "I'm good, what's good?" The person said that what draw Muhammed back from his rivalry.

   "Better drop it man! Drop it! How's She?" He asked concerned.

   "She's good Alhamdulillah!" Muhammad feel relieved.

   "Are you sure he didn't see you throughout your stay?" Muhammad asked

    "Nobody sees me and you know I'll not let that happen. I'll never leave a single hint for them to know I'm here stocking them.

   " He roll his fingers into his well combed hair releasing a breath he doesn't know he's holding. "Well! You've to be very careful you know that! I don't want anything to happen to her. I've sent you the money you asked for and even doubled it. Make sure she gets everything she need and be very careful again. I can't risk anything happening to her you know right?"

   The person on the line replied with "I'm working on that you know. And I know how she means to you so I'll be more careful. Inshaa Allah." With that been said, Muhammad hung up the call.

He need to be very careful. He cannot trust anyone especially now that everything is crumbling back! All he do is drench himself with lots of work. Being the CEO of Dantata's Corp made it even harder. Now that The Benjs and AA's are investing in his company, made it even more hard to cope with the stress. And that's not even the job he only do. But he always prefer to make the other one a secret because he don't want to be identified with it. He's planning a camouflage against anyone else including his mother. Which he don't have a guarantee it will work on her knowing how powerful she is.

His phone rang taking him away from his deep thoughts. A smile find a way to his frowned face. He picked the call before it rings again placing it on his left ear.

   "Assalamu Alaikum Abi." His father, his pride.

  "Wa'alaika Salaam My son. How're you? He asked concerned.

  "I'm fine Abi! I miss my father so much!" Muhammad day with deep emotions.

"I miss you too son. Muhammad, I want you to take everything as qadr, I know is not your fault but you can still help yourself by distancing from it. We're still searching for her but we couldn't find her anywhere. And about the cure, we still don't have a legit cure my son. Be patient Allah is with you Insha Allah!"