H U M Z A' S W R A T H

I was woken by the sound of Azaan, the call to prayer. It echoed accross every corner in the house. The peace and calmness that splurged, was soothing me. It reminded me that I still had ALLAH by my side and that was more than enough for me.

Sighing softly, I folded the prayer mat as I placed it on the shining black nightstand. Now that I look around, I can see that the room I stayed in is triple the size of my old room. The room consisted of a queen sized round bed. I didn't even know that a bed like this could exist in reality. I wouldn't lie but I slept peacefully despite the horrible noises that continued to come from the room beside mine. Anyway, there was a small chandelier at one corner that had illuminated the whole room last night allowing me a peaceful sleep.

There was a nightstand beside the bed, a 3 door wardrobe which was completely empty right now. There was a dressing table in my right hand side as well.

After I was done reading a juz of quran, I decided to take a shower and get changed as I had heard that Rafia aunty and Bashar uncle would be visiting us.

I had wrapped around my scarf tightly. It was of rose pink colour and it matched with my dress perfectly.

I made my way down to the hall not before glancing at the door beside my room. It was slightly open and I peeked in to have a look. I don't even know why I did it.

All I could see was a girl whose bare back faced me. Half of her body was covered with the duvet and that I was thankful for. She was sleeping peacefully in the bed. I noticed her bed didn't have a round shape, instead it was more of a square. But Humza was nowhere inside. I peeked in more but there was nobody.

Hence, I cascaded down the spiral staircase that led me to the humongous hall which was very beautiful and full of things I had only seen in 7 star hotels. Not that I visited any, I had just googled it once. I searched for the kitchen and found it soon.

I guess nobody here was awake and it was a good thing. I didn't even want to face the monster, let alone see his face.

I opened the fridge to see if there was anything I could have. There were a lot of things but I chose to have a glass of milk. I wasn't sure if I could eat the chicken or the fried rice that was stored in.

I was pouring the milk from the bottle into the glass when I heard heavy footsteps from behind me. I looked around to find a man walking half naked into the kitchen. Humza walked in wearing only his lower. He was quite handsome for a man of such field. He had a chiseled jaw. His features were striking. His eyes always glistened Like that of a baby. They were of almond​ shape and to top it all he had a button like nose. He had thin lips. His hair was disheveled and his body was covered in sweat.

I think he was just done with his exercise, at least I'd like to think that. He didn't even spare me a glance. He walked in and just took the glass of milk that was placed on the kitchen counter, the one that I was going to drink.

He took it and drank it all in one gulp. I just stared at him too angry to say a word. Such a douche!

I didn't even want to shout at him but my fury was evident on my face and it seemed that he had derived a certain pleasure in seeing me this way as the corner of his lips had twitched slightly but again, I wasn't sure if I had really seen it.

I placed the milk bottle on the counter as I began to strode out of the kitchen. I didn't even want to be in the same room as him.

I was almost near the door when I heard him say

"Next time I don't want you to peek in somebody else's room."

I turned around to look at him, a scowl plastered on my face and I could sense it that he was a little furious too but did I care?

No.

I had made up my mind.

I had to follow some simple mantras.

✔️Don't talk to him ever.

✔️Irritate him as much as I can.

✔️Never listen to him.

✔️Do the exact opposite, no matter what he says.

I roll my eyes at him and his eyes darkened soon. He was about to say something but I shrugged it off and walked away.

Now because of him I had to deal with my hunger a little longer. Why did he have to come?

I wanted to go out into the huge garden for a walk, the garden was full of a variety of flowers and trees. There was a fountain in the center of the garden. I had seen it last night but there wasn't much light back then, so I couldn't see it clearly.

I opened the main door only to be frighten by the two gunman who stood beside the door in attention position. I was frozen at first when I saw what they held in their hand.

It was a gun.

A gun which was full of bullets.

Bullets that could take away life.

As both of them must have realized the uneasiness in me, they shifted the gun behind them bowing their head in respect.

I didn't know if I should go out or stay in. But as the cold breeze hit my face, I couldn't stop myself. I went out to find more and more gunmen all around.

Don't they sleep? I wondered.

I looked around and admired the beautiful flowers, the garden invited me in and I soon forgot about all the people around me who were heavily loaded with gun.

It was a winter morning and the grass was a little wet. I was busy looking around when I felt a gaze piercing through me. I avoided it as much as I could when a man approached me.

"Assalam o alaikum." For a minute I wasn't sure if he was addressing me. He wasn't dressed up like all the other guards. He didn't even have a gun in his hand. He was smiling at me.

"Walaikum assalam." I averted my gaze, not liking the way his eyes were scanning my face.

"My name is Huzaifa. I am the head of security over here and also Humza's cousin and best friend." He spoke again still smiling at me. He was a good looking man with raven hair. He was well built almost like Humza and he was similar to him in many ways except for the height. I think he is slightly taller than Humza.

"I am Anaabiya." I replied hesitantly.

"I know. I was present at your marriage yesterday. Humza is a lucky man." I felt my cheeks blush at his complement.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you that it's not safe to walk outside all by yourself. Hence the next time, perhaps any of my men could accompany you." To say that I was scared would be an understatement. Was anybody trying to kill me?

"No. No. No. Nobody will kill you, not till I am alive." He laughed and my lips pressed into a thin line. I had spoken that out loud.

"Okay! I'll go back." I was turning back when he spoke again.

"No I didn't mean it like that. I can accompany you." Huzaifa said all too quickly.

"No it's fine. I'll go back. I am hungry." I didn't want to stay there for long, so I just ambled back to the main door. I didn't even turn to see Huzaifa.

I just walked in when I heard something crash on the floor. I ran inside to find Humza standing before the broken pieces of glass. He held another plate in his hand and was all ready to throw it as well but his eyes met mine and, fury and anger danced in them. For a second I thought he was going to throw the plate at me but then it smashed on the floor. I flinched visibly when Maliha and bibijaan came in. They were scared to death and were literally trembling due to fear.

"Where is my food?" Humza snarled. Nervous jitters ran down my spine as my insides clenched on hearing his harsh voice.

"Son I.. I was just going to prepare it. Why did you co.. Come down? I would have senddd it to your room." Bibijaan stammered and struggled to say.

"How long do you want me to wait? Do you want me to fire you all?" Humza spat and I was immediately disgusted. This wasn't the way one was supposed to talk to an elder person.

"Son you always wake up by 8am and I didn't know you'd wake up so soon today. Forgive me." He looked at her now with eyes that had softened. He didn't say a word. His adam's apple bobbles up and down.

He now turned towards me and his gaze pierced through me as if he could have eaten me alive by now. His chiseled jaw was now clenched and I was frightened but choose to show no emotions at all.

What did I do?

This man was crazy and he needed a psychiatrist.

He began to walk towards me and deep inside I feared that he would abuse me. Instead he just strode past me but not before giving me a slight push on my shoulder.

"Huzaifaaaaa." He shouted.

Poor man. Now he had to face Humza's wrath.

E D I T E D on 29.12.2017