For Her

Chapter Six: Expecting The Unexpected

"I mean it is true, us Abdullahi's do love our food." -Hamid Abdullahi, FH.
CHAPTER SIX: Expecting The Unexpected

•Two Months Later•

Hamid Abdullahi

"No." I stated with a stern tone. Mahirah looked up at me and pouted once again which made me feel a little bit bad. No Hamid, don't give in! I told myself. I then looked at her once again and couldn't help but feel bad a little. But the thing is I'm already running super late as it is for work and I really can't take her to get McDonalds! Also what's wrong with the food that Amran made? Sure it's a little burnt on the sides but still. She worked very hard on it. "Please Hammy? Please?" She begged as she made a puppy dog face. No, Hamid stay strong don't give in, I thought to myself.

"Ugh, fine." I gave in. Man why is it so hard for me to say no to this little girl? It's so hard for me to say no to all of my sisters, particularly her and Amara. I always had this protective older brother feeling for the both of them, more specifically for Mara. I mean at our age boys will just throw themselves at her. That's why I'm keeping a close eye on Zubair, sure he's my friend but at the end of the day, he's still a guy too.

"Yaay!" She exclaimed as she jumped up and down. I pick her up and hold her on my waist.

"What do you want? A happy meal?" I asked her. She nodded her had excitedly, making her little brown curls bounce up and down adorably with an adorable smile on her face. I'm glad I'm making her happy by doing so small like buying her food. I mean it is true, us Abdullahi's do love our food.

Zubair Hassan

"Bayla come in here!" I yelled at my little sister.

"What?" She asked stubbornly as she walked down the stairs with her phone in one hand and her headphones in the other. I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched her come downstairs and into the living room of our house. "It's the second time one of my shirts went missing. Did you give it to your weird friends again?" I asked her with my arms still crossed. It's so weird that her friends would want my clothing. She gave me a nervous smile before giggling slightly.

"Um... maybe? They gave me twenty bucks just so they could smell your clothes." She responded with guilt written all over her face. Alright that is just way too creepy, who even does that? I slowly let out a sigh and layed down on the couch. "Fine but just stop touching my stuff. It's beyond annoying." I responded with a frustrated sigh.

"Ok but can I take one of your colognes? My friend keeps bugging me for them. She claims 'They smell like heaven on your gorgeous brother' Ugh!" She says with a weird look on he face. How would her friend even know how I smell? I couldn't help but shutter at the thought. Not to sound conceited or anything but I do get compliments like that from a lot of people, not just her creepy friends. It's kind of weird, I usually dislike being praised like that. The only one who deserves all praise is Allah. I mean he made the heavens and the earth so instead of fan-girling over someone like me, why can't they do something beneficial with their time? Teens these days...