She reluctantly walked into her mother's room with her head bowed down to the ground, All she wanted was to get free from her mother's Cage called a room. her mother was a fierce woman, a no nonsense lady, a talkative and a very troublesome lady in her Early Fifties.
"Come here" her mother ushered her using her hand.
"mum, I swear ibrahim is lying" habiba defended the minute her mother spoke.
"Are you trying to say your elder brother is a lier?" Her mother's voice Echoed with Anger lynched In it.
"No not that, but I swear I didn't Use his car. It was Afnan that used it" Habiba defended, placing the blame on her little Seventeen years old sister, Afanan.
"habiba, Habiba, habiba." Her mother Called her name repeatedly.
"Yes mum" she Answered.
"Stay away from ibrahims things, I'm warning you" her mother said,
"Ok" she said, she wanted to close the page of the discussion.
"Better, Now, go to the kitchen and make sure The maids make the food Properly, And I'm putting you in charge of inspecting the food" her mother commanded and she nodded.
"How many times have I warned you about nodding your turkey neck, Don't you dare ever do that In my presence ever again" her mother warned, giving her a piercing glare that could wreck a persons Ego in a Flash.
"I'm sorry" she mumbled.
"Kwogba mi (leave my front)" her mother spoke in her local dialect, which habiba did not know how to speak properly, though she understood it very well.
She did as told and left her mother's room and headed towards the kitchen where she found her twin brother, habib, standing and munching on A red Apple.
"You do know that you are Allergic to that right?" habiba said the minute she spotted her twin seated on the chair at the End of their Huge kitchen, Where the maid were busy making a whole lot of dishes.
"Yes, I know" habib said with his mouth full.
"Why are you eating it then?, Do you peherps love pimples?" She questioned which earned her a hiss.
"Why are the maids cooking so much food?, Are we expecting Guests?" He asked, throwing the remaining apple Into the waste bin.
"Go and ask mum. I am also As lost as you are" she said, making her way towards where the cooking was being done.
"Hmm...." Habib hummed, walking out of the kitchen and heading towards his big brother, Imran's room.
"Justina, Are you done with the shawarma?" Habiba asked, Looking through the book where her mother had written all she wanted them to make.
"Yes" Justina said and she checked it on the paper with a red ink pen.
"Aisha, how about the ice creams, Are you done?" She asked and Aisha nodded, she kept asking everyone if they were done with their part of the cooking and all responded in Affirmation.
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"Sadiq, Next time I'm Never listening to your Advice" she said to her boyfriend, who laughed as she spoke, for he found it funny whenever Habiba tells him About how her mother scolds her.
"Habibty, I am sorry. But you know I did It for your own Good. I didn't want you sharing a car with strangers, that's why darling, I would have come pick you up personally but I'm very far away" He said.
"I know, But mum scolded me so badly" she said, as she sprayed her lailah perfume on her clothes, which she had already worn.
"Habiba the Guest are here!" Afnan yelled from Downstairs, though they guest were not inside yet.
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Just Like Romeo
RomanceHabiba Had all she wanted in life, she had a perfect family and a very loving boyfriend. but things changed with the Arrival of The Sheik Family, she is fixed with Amar, A very handsome young man with a Charming personality, Which habiba fails to se...
