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Mukhtar's heart skipped a beat.

He cannot be dealing with this right now, he certainly cannot!

Stepping inside the house, the harsh cold of the air conditioner hit him, his toes curl up immediately as he exhaled a deep breath. He was losing his sanity bits by bits! What in the world was about to go down now!?

He could feel the bitter taste in his mouth, he felt like screaming on top of his voice maybe that would reduce the flames in his heart. No matter how strong he claims to be we all know there is this fragile Mukhtar Abba Gorge deep down somewhere and only one person brings out that person.

His mother.

Subhanallah!

He badly wanted to die right now or worst go back to prison cause staring right back at him was his mother.

Does she even deserve to be called that?!

Mukhtar felt his heart beating furiously against his chest. What is she doing here!?

She was coaxed in red pattered dress, she looked old and worn out but she was still the same..just like how he visioned her in his dreams. He doubted if the day will come when he will get to see her, to be honest he was hoping she will only come to see him when she receives the news of his death..someday.

Her eyes were bloodshot red and Mukhtar knew she wasn't here because she missed him or because she wanted to see him, or because her brother Abba Gorge died or because the family was going through a hard time now and she needed to be here to give them moral support.. No! She was here because something happened to her.

"Baby.." She cried walking to him as she stare at him with tears dripping on her face.

Mukhtar stood there emotionlessly. He froze as he stared at her hands in his pocket

"Mukhtar is that you? Oh My God..." She closed her mouth trying to stop the sobs but her effort went in vain, she was sobbing so hard that tears were forming in his eyes but he swallowed them back.

"my baby.. See how you've grown. The last time I saw you, you were just this small" she said using her hand to describe his height which is just below her knees.

"The last time you saw me I was seven" he spat through gritted teeth.

"I'm so sorry baby"

"Don't be. Please Mrs Hossein" he said cranking his neck as he watched her hands slump to her side hurtfully.

"Ex Mrs Hossein" she corrected and he chuckled softly.

"I knew you were here for a reason!"

"Mukhtar!" Maami yelled scoldingly and that's when he realized she was seating on the one sitter couch legs crossed.

"Things finally ended with Mr rich Arab huhn?" he continued ignoring Maami. He needed answers to his questions and now is the best time.

"Mukhtar!! What is wrong with you? That's your mother your talking to fah" Maami scolded more and he let out a bitter laugh.

"Which kind of mother leaves her seven year old for a man she barely knew?! Which kind if mother gets married immediately after her Idaah period!? Which kind of mother never called her son for the past nineteen years or so..I'm sorry I lost count of time it was just too much for me to count. You remind me"

"Mukh-..."

"Maami please let's drop all this formalities! We are all adults here! I am no more the seven year old Mukhtar she knew, I am all grown up and I will talk and ask questions cause it is my bloody rights!!" He yelled feeling a headache crawl on his head. Just the thing he needed..

"Fine son, ask me everything and I promise I'll answer just please call me mom.. You don't know how many times I yearned to hear you call me that. Just like old times" she smiled at him and Mukhtar look away from the woman who claims to be his mother.

"I'm sorry to say, you've lost that right. You don't deserve to be called that!"

"Mukhtar if you love me and care about me you will cut this attitude of yours" Maami cried "Is this the morals and values I installed in You!? Is this what I deserve after years of looking after you!?"

"Maami please..You know I love you but your asking do too much. Your my only mother, you were there for me when I needed a mother, I don't think I can replace you with anyone. Please Maami, you know I love you more than I love myself, please don't make me do something I will forever regret. Please Maami" this time he was kneeling before her wiping away her tears. She is the only one who has ever seen Mukhtar in his most vulnerable state and she watched him build the strong Mukhtar he was now but to see him crumble down is another type of pain she is feeling.. Something she would never want to experience.

"Fine"

"Thank you, Maami" and with that he kiss her forehead before leaving the parlor and the last thing they heard from him was the bang of his door shutting close which was a really loud bang! Maami was afraid the house will crumble down any minute but thankfully it stayed put.

"I'm sorry" she turned to his mother, aunty Walida who looked ten time worse than she did when she arrived.

"It's not your fault. He will come around hopefully"

***

Haneesa let the tears fall on her face.

Oh God!

for the past few months her life has been a broken glass - a living movie. She had let the tears fall so many times that she is numb to pain, that she can cry until she felt light headed and she would just be as good as fine the next day but now, she was crying tears of joy. She was happy. Even with everything going on right now in her life she is very much happy.

Cause her baby just kicked.

He or she kicked..she actually felt his little leg hit her stomach. She felt him moving and roaming around in her now big belly.

Oh the joys of motherhood!

"First pregnancy?" She felt a tap on her shoulder and she made no attempt to wipe her tears as she turned to look at the woman. She was also pregnant with a white hospital portfolio in her hand, a big smile was attached on her round face and Haneesa slowly nod her head at her.

"Ah.. No wonder. Well I can't blame you, I did the same when I had my first. Can I sit down if you don't mind?"

"Yes please" she finally spoke creating space for the woman and she sat down.

"I'm Fareeda, You look new here.."

"Nice meeting you, yes I am. My name is Haneesa"

"Pretty name, If I give birth to a girl i would consider that name" she said with a lopsided grin and Haneesa laugh.

"You mean you haven't checked your baby's gender yet?"

"Nope, I want it to be a surprise this time around"

"Even me except well this is my first time"

"Awwn!! when I was pregnant with my first child I couldn't stop myself but find out the gender, I was super excited and anxious. How are you coping?"

"Well I'm trying really hard not too, especially with my sister down on my neck to check" Haneesa sighed rubbing her hand tenderly over her stomach.

She didn't want to check the gender without Ahmaad!

"InshaAllah we will get there, oh look my husband is back. That man said he will only be gone for a sec to take a phone call but he has been away for ages, he is such a workaholic I tell you" she sigh annoyed as she stands up.

"I will see you around soon and it might help if i tell you, the baby's gonna kick all the time we don't want you crying alllllll the time now do we?!" She laughed with a wink and Haneesa blushed embarrassed.

"Thank you" and with that she watched the woman walk away to her husband who stole a kiss from her and skipped away with her carefully.

She felt that tinge in her heart.

Burning jealousy.

**

A hard knock vibrated through the small apartment.

Hissing loudly, she decided to ignore it maybe the person will leave cause she doesn't feel like standing up at all.

The knock came again.. She waited for the third, fourth, fifth.. Oh she had enough! In no time she sprinted to the door trying not to trip as she banged the door open.

"What the hell is wrong with..-" She didn't complete her sentence cause standing right before her was someone she didn't expect to see, at least not anytime soon.

"Ummah?!"

"Munayarh"

She replied her tone minoring hers. She pushed past her and enter the room scrutinizing it before she turned to see Munayarh who was still rooted by the door.

"Close the door!" she ordered and she slowly did as told turning to meet her mother in law, the woman behind her misery, the woman behind the master plan.

"What a pleasant surprise Ummah" she mocked rolling her eyes seeing as to her back was to her, the was no way she could have seen her rolling her eyes unless she has eyes behind her head. That would be ridiculous!

"My daughter in law, how are you?" Ummah asked seating on the couch and Munayarh sits opposite her with her big stomach in view.

"How I'm I?! I am worn and stressed out. Ummah you promised me Ahmaad will take me back as his wife. You promised me I will bring my child into this world with his father by my side but you failed me! Ummah I am due in a week's time but Ahmaad is still not awake. He is not even responding to any treatment!" She cried and Ummah sigh.

Absolutely nothing was going her way.

"You bought me this small apartment and forbade me from telling my parents about my divorce convincing me everything will be fine. Convincing me it will all be alright and I will have Ahmaad all to myself but none of that is true" she sniffed.

"Calm down my child, this is not good for your health"

"How can I calm down when my child will come into this world soon and he will have a divorcee as his mother, what will I tell him or her when they ask where their father is!?"

"That's why I am here Munayarh. I have good news"

This time Munayarh stifled her tears while wiping her tears quickly.

"What is it Ummah?"

"Haneesa is gone" She announced with an evil contented laugh and Munayarh gasp.

"She died? When!?"

"Silly girl, she is still alive. Just that she is gone, she left for the states and there is no coming back..hopefully"

"Now what are we going to do Ummah?" Munayarh asked cheerfully already fantasizing having Ahmaad all to herself without any Haneesa. She would make him fall completely for her!!

"Everything is planned my dear, fear not. Just take care of yourself and bring my first grandson into the world safely then our plans will be put to action"

"Insha Allah Ummah. Allah ya bar mana keh.." She smiled joyfully.

"Amin"

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And a happy new year to y'all my fave peeps❤💃

Things just got lots more juicy huhn😂😂

Some of us thought the 'visitors' were Haneesa's uncles (those after Maami's life) 😂😂😂 haha! Not yet fellas.. I present to you our ya Mukhtar's mother😂😂

Who feels for our ya Mukky💔 is he being too harsh on his mom or not?!

Was it the best decision Haneesa has made so far?😮 to leave for the states?!

Ahhhh Munayarh and Ummah are back at it again😫

This girl weee nottt giveeee uppp😒😑

tea anyone? ☕