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Someone poked me, but I ignored it. I couldn't trade my sleep for any other thing in this world. If there's absolutely anyone that sleeps, too much might I add then it's definitely me. That same thing poked me again, harder than before this time but I let it slide thinking maybe it might be something stucked in my cloth.
This Same thing poked me again. I've never been poked like this in my entire life and I shoot up with a loud defeaning scream. Yes I screamed, I needed to. Oh c'mon there's literally no one in my room so who do you expect it to be?
Ghost?
But I locked my door yesternight.
I started hearing shufflings again, someone is in my room! The ghost/thief, moved over to my cupboard and started rummaging it. I couldn't see who it was as it was still dark in the morning. Oh ya Allah, I pray they don't steal my chocolates.
All this while, I pretended to shut my eyes closed, I was looking for clue of what to do. I knew I had a mopping stick in my room because of my clumsy self. But knowing where it's now is the problem.
There was a small space between my bed and the wall. the corner there, I decided to check it. The thief or ghost had prepared this mission of his real well because he was already stuffing his bag with my chocolates! I couldn't see his face from the position he was standing, it's only his head that was visible so I can't really say that I know him.
My hand romanced the floor and corner for a minute or two before I got hold of the mopper. That was when I flicked my eyes open and switch on the light then decided to slam the stick on his face but it turns out to be the pest I live in the same house with.
Of course! Who else but my oh so lovely brother?
"ikhsaan! How many times have I told you not to come into my room? I even locked my door how on earth did you get in here. Didn't they tell you that stealing is a bad habit, is this how you want to grow up!?" I rambled on my 13years old brother who seem unfazed by whatever was happening. He kept on stealing my chocolates in my presence and I was getting mad.
"Wallahi I'll cut off your hands if you don't stop this." I said menacingly and slowly and he quickly stopped and turned to face me. Still, he wasn't bothered but at least he stopped.
"Good morning Ya Aree, we don't call this stealing. Sorry for poking you though I had to make sure you were deeply asleep. Sharing is loving remember? Besides we are one, what's yours will always be mine so as everyone else here so?" Ikhsaan smirked at his last words, I didn't even know what reply I should I give him so I just stared at him hands akimbo.
The difference between me and him is six years so I was just flabbergasted. Our parents gave us three years of difference from each other. I'm 19, Aminah 16, Ikhsaan 13 And Imaan baby is 10.
"Leave." was all I said because my head was already hurting. Male siblings are pain in the ass. He smiled in victory and headed over to my window.
"Helloo mister? That's my window do you have any unfinished business?" I questioned him wondering what he was doing there.
"This was my way in big sis, also my way out." with that he jumped out of it and sped away. My mouth formed an 'o' shape in surprise.
What the jahanamma?
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"No no I'm making the pancakes. No way will you make something for us today. I don't want to have an upset stomach," I grimaced at the thought of what I had said. The last time Aminah cooked that was exactly what happened, I can't go for round two of that same thing.
"Haba mana ya Aree, what would my Prince Charming say when he comes to know that I cant cook?" Aminah slumped her shoulders and I widen my eyes.
"What a bombshell, do you even know what you're saying? You've started having boyfriends hey?"
She furrowed her eyebrows, "Yauwa I wanted to ask a question Ya Aree and no I don't have any boyfriend." she said, sitting close to me on the sofa and crossing her arms.
"Why don't you have a boyfriend?"
The question left me flustered, I mean I've never been asked this kind-of question and I wasn't even expecting it from someone like Aminah. I can't possibly say that I do not have an answer to that and I also can't leave her question unanswered, so I just had to do the needful.
"Everything in this life is time Aminah. I don't feel like there's a need for a boyfriend, but I'm absolutely sure that I'm in for halal dating." I smiled at the last part. Aminah laughed before getting up and going into the kitchen.
I felt happy, I mean I didn't always have this introverted side of me when I'm at home. But when I do have a mental breakdown, it's hard to get me out of my room. Aminah and I get along in some aspects, but not fashion. In fact, she hates my sense of fashion and styles. But to me, keeping everything simple is the best.
Lost in my own thoughts, I didn't remember that I had left Aminah in the kitchen. She never developed liking towards cooking food, it's now that she knows half of a man's love for a woman lies in the food she cooks. I was about to go into the kitchen when I heard a soft knock at our wooden door. Who could be knocking?
Mum, as usual has gone out for work and Ikhsaan and Imaan went to one of their friends house.
The person kept knocking impatiently that Aminah had to leave the kitchen. "Ya Aree why didn't you open the door?"
I came back to my senses before strolling over to open the door and it revealed my worst nightmare. All the memories that I had forgotten came rushing back and I felt attacked, there he was standing with his glasses that once fell and I helped him with it but he couldn't say thank you. This same man that called me names Indirectly.
I went rigid. I remembered him telling me that he isn't done with me and that I'm going to pay, he smirked as he figured out my expression.
"What do you want?" I asked him sternly raising one of my eye brow in question, he just kept smirking as if the whole situation hasn't gotten worst.
"C'mon Ya Aree I don't know you with so much attitude, he's Ya Jameel remember?" Aminah came opening the door wider and letting him inside.
Of course I do remember it's Jameel! The guy who doesn't have manners!
What I don't understand now is how the jahanama Aminah knows him.
"Have you guys met before?" I looked at Aminah in confusion.
She let out a sigh, "of course. This is Jameel, it was his elder sister that got married recently. The one we went to their wedding?" it then clicked that it was that same wedding that he bumped into me.
Oh, so his mother was the one who almost had an argument with my mum.
"Areezah get me some water,"Jameel waltz into my house as if he was used to coming here. What I don't understand was how comfortable he made himself feel sitting on our couch and crossing his legs. One was on top of the other.
I shouldn't get angry by bringing him water, in fact he's a guest and he should be treated nicely but I felt like giving him acid instead of water.
I went into the kitchen and got the water but all these while I was still pondering over what has just happened or what was about to happen.
Going into the living room and what I saw was worst.
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