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Finally the wait is over I present to you the first Chapter of "The playboy's hijabi" 👏👏👏👏💛🧡💛🧡

THIS IS THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY STORY, CHANGES WILL BE MADE AS I GO ALONG!!

STORY NOT EDITED!
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, MAY CONTAIN GRAMMATICAL ERRORS!!!!!!!!

Start : 21/06/2020

Tyler's pov

"Mom, going on a date wouldn't be a problem , but if you expects me to settle down at the age of 29 I'm sorry to disappoint you , I wouldn't because your dear son have no interest in getting married now, cmon life is too sweet mom."And with that said i give her the biggest smile i could have mustered.

"Life is also short, I need grand kids," mom told me in a motherly tone.

"Mom, for the hundredth time please don't go again on having grandkids topic," I let out a loud frustrated groan.

"Dear lord," mom sighted defeated was clearly written on her face .

"My sweet, sweet, mom can you please excuse me, I have interviews to conduct, I'm so not having this conversation again.
Sooo watch on if you wish to or you can continue with your daily shopping." I held her shoulders coveying the message over and I proceeded to gave her a kiss on her cheeks.

"Alright son, imma go freshen up," she mentioned and excused herself.

" Sure mom." I replied .

Let me say noo wait i have to exaggerate my mom has a big obsession with shopping and keeping up with the latest trend. I'm so glad I didnt take after her .

Calling up my secretary I asked her to send in the interviewee

"Good morning sir" a blonde greeted as she entered my cabin. More like swinging her hips from side to side. Wow last I recall my office isn't a model ramp.

I give her a slight nod .Eyeing her from head to toe. Ehem, woah I must admit she is beautiful.

My gaze didn't go unnoticed because the next thing she did i wasn't suprised at all I saw it coming. She pushed her chest upwards.

Typical women, I though to my self and give her a big smirk.

"Sit!" I commanded her .

"Thank you sir." Was her response.

She hands me a folder of her CV (curriculum vitae)
I didnt waste no time wait lets make it clear tyler don't waste time. After briefly running through her CV I got straight to the point.

Let's test her to see if she is beauty with brains .

She glanced at the side of my office and i saw my mom exiting the rest room taking a seat on the leather couch which is placed at the far right hand corner in my office.

"So, where were we?" I brought her attention back to the interview and away from my mother.

I pop the question being asked at every interview ignoring the fact that my mom decided to stay upon my interview.

"Now tell me where do you see yourself in five years from now?" I asked with a straight face.

"As your wife with two kids happily married."

"Pardon me?" I asked giving her a quizzical look.

"As your wife with two kids happily married." she emphasized on each word batting her eye lashes hmm rather the fakes ones. Gosh I hope they don't go about flying in the office by the way she is batting them .

I let out a dry disbelieving laugh. And she felt taken back.
Ik I'm hot and all women droll to become my wife but I was stunned by her bluntness even tho this is an interview.

"Young lady, I'm looking for a PA not a wife at the moment."

This behavior of yours is uncalled for, you're supposed to act professional, I gave her a pointed look.

"What's so unprofessional about this?" She questioned annoyance was clearly over taking her facial features.

"Listen, young lady if I wanted to conduct interviews for a wife I would have made it big and obvious that MR. Tyler james is looking for a wife instead of the Ad looking for a PA" I told her straightforwardly.

"Whatever jerk, am I getting this job or not? She questioned clearly not hiding the fact that she is pissed and behaving all impatient as if she is waiting to cash her groceries at a store biting and chewing on her nails.

"You know what, get out!!!" I couldn't help but barked at her . Who the hell do she think she is, walking in here acting as she wants.
As I said those words she hurridly scooted out of my office not before screaming out loud ,"I hope you die from HIV"

My mom who witnessed the scene couldn't contain her laughter.

"Your dear mom is busy working her ass off to set you up with decent dates but Tyler my son instead of conducting interviews for PA women are more interested in your money," Mom said clutching her stomach laughing.

"Finally my dear mom realized they're after my money, and that's also one of the reasons I don't want you to going about the place setting up dates for me, whenever i feel the time is right i will find someone for myself, I'm more than capable of doing so" I told my mother.

Yeah right, mom announced clearly not hiding the disappointment in her tone

"Woman wanna make interviews from PA to that of becoming your wife." Mom replied laughing.

" Whenever I feel the time is right, I emohazied .

You must be wondering why I didn't hire her well the main reason was she seems like she is more interested in getting with me rather than getting this job which I don't have a problem with I mean if it's out of my office then yeah but she seemand that's why I don't need employees like her she seems pretty clingy and another reason is she is not academically qualified for this position. Ohh and her behavior is very unprofessional.

Ziya pov

I rolled over on my side only to find my body ache everywhere this feelings is as if I have just reaped crops.
Damn my skin pains esp my back, it hurts so much, my mattress is half pass worn out .

I sat up never the less stretching my hands in the air and feet outwards only my for my foot to collide with something more like someone's face, more like my sister's face omg , omg I quickly retrieved my hands and feet why in the hell is she sleeping hanging her feet off the bed and her face in the direction where our foot rests.

I scooted towards her .

"Assalamu alaikum princess , sorry sis kicked you in the face," I apologize even tho she can't hear me .

I'm not gonna lie this was so funny I let out a low chuckle.

My little princess looks so pretty while taking a nap.
Well you heard that, I'm the eldest.

Memories came rushing back to my mind I still remembered the day she fell on the ground balling her eyes out, tears flowed freely from her eyes staining her checks as she cried .
Her loud screams made it even worse her state was quite sympathetic , that was a day to remember and it's a day i will always remember, every time I reminisce my heart breaks into a million tiny pieces with the scene. I had to be strong for my family
But in reality I felt broken , i felt like everything was broken beyond repair, but alhamdulillah I have learned to live and accepted whatever fate Allah swt has in store for us . Anyways it's all now in the past .
My family is my future , I will continued being strong for my family In shaa Allah.

I wiped the tears that I didn't even know were flowing freely down my cheeks within seconds .
I Glanced at the alarm clock which kept on alarming I quickly turned it off and read my dua for waking up, as I got off the bed I switched on my room lights.
The clock shows it was 4:00 am I should start off for a shower to pray my fajr salaah not before waking sleeping beauty .

"Hey sleeping beauty , i attempted to wake my sis up .

Nudging her again Who seems to be in dreamland.

"Hey , hey i called out once again shaking her arms and shaking her body for a good minute or so . This seems to be harder than I thought. Maybe I should try something else "waheeda" I called out to her pretending to be crying .
She stirred in her sleep.

"Waheeda i tried waking her up again "
pretending to call out in pain aloud tapping her arms.

She finally opened her eyes watching around until her eyes land on my figure staring at my sad expression at the attempt to wake her.

"What happen ziii?" Concerned was laced in her voice.

"I tried waking you up," I give her a big smile.

"So why were you frowing?" She asked now grumply

"I'm was trying to wake you up so I tried something new since I realized you were extra tired from all of the hard works you did in the fileds." I told her.

"Ohh yes I'm so tired maybe you should give me a massage." She said.

Yes, yes it would be an honour to massage your face with a tight slap. How about that?" I asked her she let out a low chuckle.

While I giggled along.
"C'mon, lets go freshen up and pray.

"Assalamu alaikum the sisters greeted each other while hopping off the bed.

Walaikumsalaam simultaneously they
replied to each other .

"Go wake mom and bro," I told siya.

Right after fajr i went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for my family. Mom is not joing me today since she have a terrible migraine.

I open the cupboard only to find the shelves partly empty a few groceries were only present inside of the wall cabinets .
Never the less I grab a bowl adding the remaining ingredients which we have in stock to make pancakes which basically is probably gonna give me a serving for 3 I guess but alhamdulillah I got four which I was thankful for I made black coffee since there is no milk available.

Breakfast went by pretty well .
My siblings got dressed for school
While I have to get dressed for an interview.
My suit comprises of a long black dress with a black head scarf.

I applied minimal makeup which simply comprised of light face powder and a baby pink lip gloss.

I give myself one last look in the mirror and I saw a girl whose face conceals a lot of emotions .
My face is now oval shape while my chocolate brown eyes brow eyes stare back at me in the mirror , well for my nose its's straight as if it was highlighted and my thin lips lips were painted in baby pink lipgloss.

"You're beautiful, now let's go ziyaaaa!
My sis was attentively watching me from the door .

"Umm... let's go ." I stuttered ashamed that I was lost thinking and admiring my face.

I grab my bag and phone and excited my room.

"Assalamu alaikum," I greeted my mom and kissed her cheeks.

"Walaikumsalaam, I wish you all the best may Allah swt have mercy on you and grant you the good in this life and the hereafter and reward you with jannah for all you having been doing for me and your siblings, I'm forever thankful for having a supportive daughter like you." Mom told me and started to tear up.

"Aameen mom, Dont cry, you don't need to thank me ,don't ever feel indebted to me in fact I should should be the one to feel indebted to you because I can't repay you for the sacrifes you have made for me and my siblings." I embraced her and told her while trying to hold back my tears."
I had to because when mom becomes emotional it's hard for her to control her tears.

My siblings followed my step and greeted mom.
It's a habit of ours to greets mom every time we leave home.

A few hours later.

Interview time

"Good morning ma'am" I greeted the Hr manager while entering her cabin.

"Good morning," she lazily reply.

"Have a seat ," she said while looking at me in distaste.

"Thank you ma'am."

"So it says here you're only experienced as a waitress?" she asked in fistateful manner.

"Yeah, that's absolutely correct."

"Well muslim girl, I'm sorry to say infact I have to say you're not qualified for this position. "

Her words rang in my ears and my heart sank as my brains registered I didn't get the job.

Just another interview I was disappointed at.
Ziya plead with her you need this job c'mon do it for your family even tho you just got rejected my inner self conscious encourage.

"Ma'am please I can assure you I'm capable of this position if you give me a chance to prove myself, can you please just give me one chance, please, please ," I clasp my hands begging her.

The only thing left is for tears to spring from my eyes.

"No, I can't give you a chance" she stated . Smirking at my situation.

"Ok ma'am," i told her.

After I realized that she doesn't have any sympathy for me I gathered my stuffs and was about to take my leave but halted i told her a few words very calm and composed.
Next time please state what kind of working experience you would need on your Job vacancy so poor unemployed personnel like me can save my self some money and time by not attending your interview, thank you." With that said I left her cabin with tears brimming at the corner of my eyes.

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