"A perfection of means, and confusion of aims, seems to be our main problem."

-Albert Einstein

C H A P T E R T W O

Paris, France.
Monday, 11th October 2021.

He pulled out his phone and made the call, sashaying to the other side of the office. His left hand was gently placed inside his pocket, as he gazed down at the window side, staring at the busy roads of Paris. The view is small yet very peaceful to look at.

The call was unreachable, with a small sigh he took the phone away from his ear and went to sit on his chair. He started going through some files only to be interrupted by his secretary, Angelina.

She walked in swiftly and stood in front of his desk. "Sir, the investors are here to see you."

"Why?" enquired Hammad, the CEO of Blues Constructions Ltd, lifting his jaded face from the pile of files which took up almost every available millimeter of his giant, mahogany, super executive desk.

"Today is their appointment with you, sir."

"Today."He exclaimed, smiting the file he had been studying with his right hand. "Reschedule it for next week Thursday."

"But they're already here, sir."

"I've to visit my mother so please do as I say."Angelina nodded briefly and left to deliver the message sent by her boss. When she started work with Hammad she badly wanted to resign because of his cold attitude, but gradually she was able to understand him better not completely tho, as she still isn't aware of what made him so cold-hearted.

No one in the company is aware of it.

Hammad shut the file with a loud hiss and took a glance at his wristwatch. He stood up and wore his blue-black blazer on. Picked up his phone and left.

Being the boss isn't easy, it's taking a toll on him. But no matter how hard his uncle tries to make him give up he won't, at least for his mother's sake, he'll keep on working, only for her.

"Afternoon, sir."His driver, Henry greeted with a salute and opened the back door for Hammad. He gave a brief nod and entered.

"We are going to my uncle's, not my apartment."Henry nodded and hit the road immediately. He noticed that Hammad is not in the mood to mess with him.

Hammad brought out his phone to try his mother's number for the umpteenth time today but was still unreachable, he wonders why. He hopes that his uncle didn't do anything to his mother, because he won't spare him if that happens.

If his mother hadn't been by his side his whole life he wouldn't have been able to reach the height he is now. He is a successful architect because of his mother's blessings and prayers. She is the only one he has. Someone he can call his blood.

He has an uncle, but to him he is nonexistent.

He isn't even worthy to be called an uncle, a selfish and wicked man like him can never change.

That's why he'll try his best to get back everything and move with his mother to Nigeria.

To say that he isn't tired of fighting is a lie.

"Park the car outside and wait, "Hammad ordered and left quickly without waiting for his reply as it wouldn't be of any use to him. He knows that Henry wouldn't dare to disobey his orders.

His uncle's huge mansion stood delicately in front of him, the amount of hatred he has for the house can't be described. Everything was built with Haram! And he isn't happy with the fact that his mother is staying here, it pains him but he can't do anything about it.

He entered through the backdoor and met with the cook of the house, Linda cladded in her everyday chef outfit which stopped by her knee, you could see her skinny legs.

How pathetic!

"Welcome, Mr. Hammad."Linda smiled showing off her white teeth. He ignored her like always and went straight to his mother's room.

He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw her seated on her praying mat. "Maami," he called out to her and she looked up at him with teary eyes.

It's a normal thing, crying all day long.

"You came here today as well."She said her voice monotone. "I told you that I'm fine."

"Why wouldn't I come here when your phone is always not reachable, I thought uncle..."

She cut in. "No Hammad don't say anything bad about your uncle, he is an elder to you."

Hammad settled himself down beside her and held her hand. "He raised his hands on you and you still want me to respect him?"He rhetorically asked, obviously not expecting an answer from her.

"Maami."He called softly. "I can't bare to see you like this, I can't. I want you to be happy you also have that right Maami, just like everybody else in this world. And uncle I don't think I'll ever respect him, uncle is just for namesake."

"It doesn't matter, he is still your father's brother."

"And also my father's murderer."He added and she hit his mouth with her right palm.

"I told you to stop saying that, it's not good to doubt someone."

Hammad shook his head heavily. "But..."

She cut him off. "For my sake."

Here we go, emotional blackmail!

He hummed with a small nod. "Why were you crying?" he inquired, staring deeply into her eyes.

She turned away just as the first sob wracked her thin shoulders. "I wasn't crying..."

"Maami for how long?"His voice wasn't loud or raised either. It was filled with emotions, mostly pain. "For how long are we going to live like this?"

"It'll surely pass, Hammad. With time."She added assuringly.

"I can't help it, sometimes I just feel like ending my life."He cried, earning a smack from his mother.

"Shush, don't say that. Do you think I can live without you when I'm alive only because of you?"She managed to form a weak smile.

"I love you, Maami not because you're my mother but because you're the world's best mother, I'm grateful to Allah for having you in my life."He blurted his eyes welled up with tears.

She laid his head on her lap and started massaging his hair, softly. "And I'm grateful to Allah for having you as a son, I love you too."

•

"Are you sleeping at this hour of the day?"Hammad asked throwing his blazer somewhere on the couch.

"Nope, I'm practicing how to die, "Fahad replied, sarcastically with an eye roll.

"And how is that going?"Hammad retorted hitting Fahad with a throw pillow. "Did you cook? I'm famished."

Fahad is his best friend and also his roommate. They're sharing the two-bedroom apartment, they've been sharing it since when they met in college and instantly became friends. Even though they both of their flaws they managed to get together well.

FAHAD Ameen a 28-year-old dental surgeon, grew up all his life in one of the most prestigious orphanages in Paris. He was adopted by a childless couple who later died in a plane crash when he was 16. Living his own life was difficult for him during that age, he strived day and night to get food and money for his school. He worked at a barbershop, restaurant, cafe and so much more. And now all he can say is Alhamdulillah.

But he is still wondering why his parent left him at the orphanage. They might have a valid reason for that.

But why???

That's only left for him to get the answers from them if luckily, he found them.

"I didn't cook anything bro, I thought you were staying late at Maami's."

Hammad shook his head. "I didn't want to meet up with Uncle so I had to come home early."

"Oh, let's order food then."

Hammad shook his head again. "We should eat out, at the hotel nearby I can't wait for them to bring food."

"Foodie foodie, for your food, is life."Fahad teased with a loud guffaw.

"And for your sleep is life."

Fahad rolled his eyes at that. "Warrever, lemme get ready I can't help the ladies to stare at me like this y'know."He winked.

"You never get tired."With that, he shook his head a little and sat down to wait for Fahad to come back from getting decked up *rolled his eyes*

Chapter two dedicated to mournaeee  for being the first to read, vote and comment on the first chapter ❤️ this is for you!!!!

And here goes the second chapterrrr!!!!!

Who is excited about this book already???

I really hope you guys are!!!! Because hell yes I'm so excited, can't wait to dive into it!!!

We don meet our Hammad o 🌚 what do you think???

And Fahad what do you think about him too???

I don't like Hammad's uncle at all 🚩🚩🚩🚩

He sound like a bad guy.

Sha sha we are just starting!!!

See yah!!!!

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