CHAPTER 10: LOVETH OF MINE OWN LIFE (LOML)

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The meeting was over we had all the board of directors from all over the world and due to that i had to stay for the meeting, Well it was my company and i had to be there for the meeting.

"...And by the end of the year with this new installment we might as well make double of the years profit." Mr Wang from Singapore concluded the meeting he was the director of my plant in Singapore.

My companies name is "IRON" its like a mechanic shop but we are more advanced we fix, sell and make a whole lost of stuff. I started out very small when I graduated but now I own a Multi-billionaire company. But one thing i am known for is been very lowkey. I love having my things on the low low.

The elevator doors opened and I see Aisha already in it. She immediately fixed her glasses when she saw me. I have never seen her with one. "Good evening, Mr Abdullah." She smiled. "Hello Aisha." She started working here a few months back turns out she was Ihsan's childhood friend until they changed estates.

"How is Ihsan?" She asked and a smile made its way on my face. I missed her already. "She is well." The elevator doors dinged open. "Well this is my stop. My regards to Her and Nana." I nod. I never liked people telling me to greet some one for them because I keep on forgetting. And never actually do.

I got to my underground parking lot heading staright to my Audi I unlocked it. Well Most CEO's get driven but I personally like driving my self. I have a driver who only takes Nana to school only on Wednesdays and Friday. Which only Ihsan knows why.

I have a thing for Audi all my cars at home were Audi except for Ihsan's Range rover which she personally requested for.

I got home and immediately i stepped down I went straight for the front door. I took my jacket off and hanged it on my left arm. I guess my mother and sisters were in the TV room because this living room was empty.

Before I made another step Nana came running from no where with a crayon in her left hand. She now loves colouring. "My little one." I bent lower to her height and playfully played with her dancing braids.

But her smile didn't reach her eyes. "What's wrong little one." She looks up to me and lets out a sigh. "Daddy, mummy said I shouldn't tell you this but." She paused coming closer to me. "I saw mummy crying." I paused looking at her face and from her straight face I knew she was serious.

"Don't worry I won't tell mummy." She nodded. "She also said I shouldn't come upstairs until i am done with my homework." I smiled at him."Okay go back to colouring I will tell mummy to stop crying. Okay?" She nodded and ran back to the kids living room.

"Assalamualikum" I mumbled turning the door knob gently. All the lights were turned off and curtains where brought down making the room darker than usual. "Ihsan." I called. I heard a sniff and she called back my name. Turning the bed side lamp on.

"Sorry I woke you up were you sleeping." I try to examine her face as I walked closer and closer to her. "uhm. I was." When I got close enough she turned to the other side backing me. "Why are your eyes red tho."

She paused obviously thinking of the next excuse to give me. "You know I just woke up." She nervously pulled the duvet higher. "Where you crying?." She was quiet. "Is some thing wrong?" silence again. I waited for some time again.

"Was it my sister?." My hand was in a fist now because if that is so they would feel my wrath. But she was still quiet. "Umma?" She said nothing still.

Running a hand down my face, Another reason came to my head. "Is it about the baby?"

She finally turned and my heart breaks. She different Her eyes were red. You could still see the lines tears made on her face. "Ya Salam, Ihsan?"

"I have a lot of things to say." She spoke in-between sobs and I knew she really meant what she said.

"What happened today."

I sat there listening to her story with my jaw dropped. "Umma said this." She looked away from me frowning. "She said I should mark my self a divorcée, So I don't know, I'm just here waiting for you to give me the word." My eye brows knotted.

"Me. Divorcé you?." If this story is true then my mother must be bluffing. "I would never do that. Because I know the kind of woman you are. And I know what you just said now wasn't a lie. I trust you and love you Thats why i married you." I stood up from my position after giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I love you." Higher than the sky and more than the water in the ocean.

The first time I told Ihsan that I loved her that was her reply. 'I love you higher than the sky and more than all the water in the ocean.'

I would never forget that. Every time I say those three words to her I always complete the sentence at the back of my head. And I know she had a rough start in life. But she has been really good to every one around her. She didn't let her past change her. But now my mother wants that.

Not on my watch.

The living room was empty just the way I met it when I came into the house. I finally got to my mother's door and i could her murmurs from behind the door. Immediately I knocked every where became quiet. "Come in." A low voice answered.

"Assalamualikum. Umma how are you." I greeted walking into the room as i sas greeted by really cold temperture and a scent from one of my mothers favorite cologne. But My annoyance didn't subside Umma sat on the bed with both legs on it and Basma sat on the couch facing her.

"Good evening Yahya."

"Ke basma ashe bakida hankali?".Her gaze moved to mother waiting for her protection.

(Ke basma ashe bakida shook?Basma i never knew you were out of your mind.)

"Abdullah. please. Seat." I shook my head. "I am comfortable right here, Umma" She shook her head sighing at the same time. "Did you know that your wife laid her hands on your sister." She spoke so calmly like Ihsan was the one to blame. I wasn't shocked at this because Ihsan told me and she deserved it. Basma would have had the beating of her life I were there. I stayed quiet. "And not only that she laid her hands on me." I froze in confusion.

Shaking my head I looked back at her. "Ihsan never touched you Umma. Please don't accuse her of anything." I explained to her. "Someone doesn't have to touch you to lay hands on you. She spoke to me with such dirty words. No respect at all. Is that how she was trained eh?"

"Umma..I trust Ihsan I know she would not try to hurt you not even in words or in any other way, You're just trying to shade this prosy girl ."

"Kin gani .." She pointed at Yushrah who was also standing across the room. "What did I tell you." A deep sigh escaped her lips. "You think I'm a liar now." She shook her head covering her eyes with her hand.

I trust Ihsan but at this stage I Don't want to believe my mom because of my sister's . They have obviously influenced Umma after Basma got slapped. "What did you tell Ihsan." I turned my attention to Basma who swallowed hard.

"I I-Isaid nothing to her..nothing." Her voice was trembling as she blink every mili second, She knew I could careless what Umma would say, she is my favourite sibling but when it comes to discipline I don't joke with her.

"Basma if you don't talk right now i will have you regret having me as a brother. Ihsan would never slap you without a reason, What did you say to her." She looked over at Umma who once again came to her rescue.