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A week had past and ever since the incident, Hidayah had not laid her eyes on him. She knew what time he goes out to work and exactly the time he comes back. Not seeing him for that few days had given her more peace of mind than she had ever imagined.

Her only problem was not being able to go out to see her lover, Adam. She had tried sneaking out multiple times but it was impossible as he had changed the gateman to recruits. There was no way she could pass through those humongous people in uniform.

She tossed and turned in her bed, and sighed. She had a party to attend to that day and had no idea how she was going to head out. The party was starting by 7pm and it was already past 5pm. She had to act fast. She could never miss her friend's party knowing well Adam would be there and he might end up hitting on some cheap rascals. The thought of her man being with another lady made her to scramble up from her bed as she murmured to herself. "No way, there's no way I'm letting this happen to me, no. I can't miss this party, not for that two timing idiot." She cursed at Ahmad. Her heart skipped a bit when his face flashed in her mind.

She took a deep breath, placing her right hand against her chest as she felt the way her heart was beating rapidly. Hidayah suddenly settles down on the edge of her bed, holding her spinning head. "Why does this keep happening to me? What is this man up to now?" She asked herself. She has been feeling fidgety like every time she insulted him, as if he could hear her. She took more deep breaths before she finally got to her feet and stepped out of her room.

With a knock on the door, Hidayah enters Ummah's room and closing the door behind her. She tilted her head and pouted her mouth as she batted her lashes at Ummah. "Hidayah, I am not in the mood for one of your shenanigans. Just not today please." Ummah spoke in an audible alert. Hidayah heaved a sigh and dragged her feet to Ummah's sitting position on the edge of the bed. She settled down beside her. "Ummah I am not here to disturb you, I promise. I just came here to ask for permission, please." Hidayah muttered, carefully. Ummah gave her a terrifying dagger but it never triggered her. She still went ahead with what she had in mind.

"Ummah, yasmeen isn't feeling good, she has been sick for few days now and I....."

"No, Hidayah. Whatever it is that you have in mind, my answer is no and that's final." Ummah cuts her off before she hears the end of Hidayah's tales. Hidayah gasped in disbelief. She thought it was going to be easy convincing Ummah. "Common, Ummah you haven't even heard what I had to say. Could you please let me go check up on her? I promise I won't stay long." Hidayah still had her hopes high because she knew how Ummah always told them about visiting a sick person.

Ummah looked away from her and scoffed. "You want to go out? Then call your brother, Ahmad and ask him. If he says yes, then the driver can take you." Ummah gently rose up from her bed and headed to the bathroom. Hidayah stomped her feet on the floor, almost yelling in frustration.

She looked around, her throat almost making her short of breath by the way it was tied and aching her. She scoffed and stormed out of the room to her sister's room.

"Nafisa, I need your help, now!" She stated as soon as she enters her room. Nafisa looked up from the book she was reading and gave her a questioning look. "Excuse me?" Nafisa gave her dead look. "I'm sorry I barged in but I need your help to convince Ummah, right now... please." Hidayah apologized without hesitation, knowing well that Nafisa hates it when someone barges in her room like that. "No, Ya Hidayah. I don't want to be involved in one of your dramas. Please, just... let me out of this." Nafisa spoke tiredly, she was done cleaning up Hidayah's mess.

Hidayah slaps her forehead as she wondered why everyone has the same thought about her. "Why do you people keep thinking that I am up to something? I promise you, I'm not. I just want to check up on my sick friend, that's all. The driver will take me there, wait for me and I'll be back in no time, but Ummah insisted that I ask for that guys permission first. As if he's my husband." A great bitterness sweet across her face.

Nafisa gave her a pointed look for brief seconds before she spoke again. "What do I get if I help you convince her?" She raises a brow, expecting to get a good deal from Hidayah.

Hidayah rolls her eyes and heaved a sigh of distress. "I don't know, chocolate bars? Some of my jewelries? Anything, just.... Help me, now." Hidayah knew it was now or never. She was already getting late.

Nafisa shrugs her shoulders before keeping the book aside and walking pass Hidayah out of the room.

It took them more time than they expected before Ummah finally agreed. "But under one condition..." Hidayah knew it was going to be something bad when Ummah muttered that. "Nafisa has to go with you, wait for you and come back home together. Do I make myself clear?" Hidayah hangs her mouth open while Nafisa smiled as she nodded. "That's not a problem, right?" She looks at Hidayah who was already glaring at her.

Hidayah swiftly changed her facial expression, nodded and she forced a smile.

She found herself sitting in the back seat beside Nafisa. She blabbered about something but Hidayah was not paying attention to her as the driver drove them to the address he was given. "Hey, what's in that bag? Why did you tag along with it anyways?" Nafisa asked, looking at the bag that she had sitting on her laps. She had her party dress in it. Hidayah glares at her and hissed before she settled her eyes on the road again.

Nafisa heaved a soft sigh and looked away. They arrived at the house shortly. "What do you think you're doing? I never asked you to come in with me, Ummah only asked you to accompany me. In fact, you guys should go back home, I'll call you when I'm done." She was about to slam the door close when Nafisa held the door. "You are up to something aren't? Ummah specifically made it clear that we wait for you. So you should go in and hurry up please, I have better things to do." Hidayah's expression twists with anger. "You should sleep here then, because I am not leaving now." Hidayah storms away and headed to the gate.

Nafisa scoffs before asking the driver to take her home. Immediately after Nafisa got home, she headed straight to their mother's room to inform her what happened.

"I knew she was up to something. She really thought I was going to fall for one of her tricks. Oh ya Rabbi, this girl will not be the end of me by Allah's will. And I will deal with her today." Ummah scrambles up from her bed and walked to her dressing mirror to get her phone.

Hidayah met her friends already set for the party. They had to wait for her to get ready before they all headed out to create memories. She hadn't realise how excited she was to be outside after days till she finally met Adam already there at the party. "Adam...." She calls out as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I've missed you so much? Did you miss me?" She batted her lashes at him. He gave her a flirtatious smile, lopping his arms around her waste. "Of course I've missed you, babe. I'm so glad you could make it although I have to ask, how did you manage to come here?" He questioned, curiously. Hidayah rolled her eyes, not wanting to remember that she was already in trouble. But what's the worse that could happen? She could do anything for her boyfriend, Adam. "Let's just say I have my ways, okay? Now let's go enjoy the party, huh?" She drags him to the dance floor.

Ahmad paced back and forth for the umpteenth time Ummah's room as he twists with anger. He settles his furious eyes on Nafisa who was already coated with trepidation. "Get your hijab let's go to the house now. And don't waste my time." He stated before storming out of the room. Ummah encouraged her to get up before Nafisa briskly fetched her hijab and followed him out to his car.

Nafisa took a brisk glance at him, he was angry, she could tell by the way he was clenching on the steering wheel. He parked the car right in front of the gate and asked her to go get Hidayah. Few moments later, she came out and entered the car, afraid of how he would react if she told him that Hidayah had gone to a party.

"So? Where is she?" He asked impatiently. "I.... she's at..." Nafisa stuttered, and scratched her head. "She what, Nafisa? Just... calm down, okay? Where's she?" He asked calmly when he figured out how terrified she was. "This is not even yasmeen house. It's some girl's house and her mother told me they went to a party at moscow underground." Nafisa responded.

Nostrils flaring, he reversed the car and headed to the club Nafisa mentioned. Ahmad kept hitting the steering wheel like it was going to make the anger to dial down but it never did. All he wanted was to know she was okay and deal with her when they get home.

After a short drive, they arrived at the club and he could tell a party was going on by the loud sound of music coming out from the hall. He entered the place and started searching for her. His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. Every step he took, every soul close to him shifted for him to pass, not only because of his angry face, but the uniform his was wearing.

He couldn't believe what was before him, what his eyes just witnessed. Anger curled hot and unstoppable in his gut, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn him from the inside out. He grabbed her arm firmly and dragged her up from Adam's laps. "Wha...! Urgh you again!" She grunted. "Hey, who are you? What the hell do...." Ahmad turned and gave him a hard punch in the face, making him to collapse on the floor as people from different angle gasp and murmured. "Do you want to fight?" Ahmad's voice was so loud and thunderous.

He continued walking with Hidayah's arms firmly in his hand. He threw her into the back of the car and entered the drivers seat. "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you crazy? How could you punch my boyfriend that way...."

He balled his fingers around the wheel and drove them home in silence as she continued to rain curses at the both of them. "Why do you want to ruin my life? What have I done to you? Why are you such a jerk.... just because you don't have any siblings, that doesn't mean you have the right to disturb my life, it's my life.... You're not my brother.... Why are you trying to ruin my life?"

His muscles grew tensed as he clenched his fists on the steering wheel, angrily. He felt his temperature rising, but he never let his anger get the best of him.

The car came to a halt and he found himself dragging her out of the car, into the house to the living room. As much as he didn't want to do it, Hidayah pushed him to the wall. He let out a loud growl of annoyance as he gave her an open hard smack on the cheek. He continued slapping her till he was sure her mouth was no longer uttering anything.

"You dumb cheap, gold digger! If you wanted to be a prostitute so bad why didn't you just say it so we wouldn't be worrying ourselves because of you? That boy? Seriously? If you wanted to be a prostitute so bad, at least find someone that has money or at least good looking not that goblin looking trash you allowed to touch you that way!" His voice was so loud, so thunderous that she couldn't concentrate on what he said. But she knew he called her cheap, a cheap prostitute. His eyes had warped into a miserable black.

Hidayah wanted to fight back but the last thing she would want was to get hit by him again. Her face was already bruised enough for the night. She stared at him, his pulse sped up and he was breathing very shallow.

Ummah calmly left the place without giving them a back glance. If what Ahmad had uttered is true, her daughter has gone far, and she was slowly losing hope on her. The moment she settled down on her bed, a great sob escaped her, and she covered her face with shaking hands. She swiped at her eyes but the tears came anyway.

Moments later, she heard a soft knock on the door before it squeaks open. She didn't bother to look up to see who it was. His perfume had already informed her he was the one. Kneeling down before, he took her hands in his but she slapped his hands away. "I don't know what I have done to deserve such stubborn child.... I never did this to my own parents.... I didn't...." She mumbled incoherent things through her hands and choked on her sobs.

"Ummah it's okay, please. Stop the tears now please, she's not worth any drop of your precious tears. I want to tell you something... Just hear me out, Ummah. I... please..." He gave her a pleading look. She stared back at him, having no choice but to listen to him.

"I want to marry her.... Hidayah. I will marry her because I think.... That's the only way to make her stop all these bad deeds and I believe I can tackle her down." Ummah stared at him, her breathing had become light and her mouth gaped. "How... how sure are you this would work, Noor? You know she's wayward.... Are you sure about this?"

Ahmad grabs her soft hands and flashes her a half-smile. He nodded his head and mouthed, "yes Ummah, I believe this will work. And she's my sister, I wouldn't want her to fall into bad hands and get maltreated by some stranger."

Ummah shook her head. "No, Ahmad. I don't want her to be a liability to you or where things would go as we didn't expect it to be. I can't let you marry such girl not because she's my daughter, no. You deserve someone much more better than Hidayah."

He noticed how clammy his hands were and how shallow his breath was getting. "Ummah... I... trust me on this. I don't want her to fall into the wrong hands, by Allah. Just imagine her getting married to some total stranger and she ends up getting maltreated, I wouldn't want that. So please, trust me on this. Don't say no, Ummah. I promise you, Hidayah will change, By Allah's will. Your blessing and prayers is all we need."

Afraid, scared, worried- emotions she kept bottled up inside but now, she believed she'll break free from them now that Ahmad has found a solution for her. "Thank you, thank you, Noor. If your mother was still alive, she would've been so proud of how you've grown up to be such a gentleman. I'm so proud of you also. Thank you, noor, I can never repay you for this."

Now her only challenge was how to inform Hidayah about this.