FOLLOW THE INSTINCTS

Lola smiles broadly at her son, he just used his sister's words. Though, not the same tone but he successfully borrowed those words. "Why are you using your sister's words?" She asks as she moves to the dining area and sets the table.

"Nothing." Shamim shakes his head and his eyes follows his mom as she walks to the dining. "Those words just seem perfect for the situation at hand."

"That's good." Lola answers some paces away. "Come and have your breakfast sweetheart."

"Okay mom." He answers and thinks again. He was thirteen years when he met Lola, he knew perfectly that she wasn't his mom. Most times, people find it very hard to believe that she isn't his biological mom. "But is it possible that she is not the one who birthed Ella? And Ella isn't even related to me by any means?"

"Brother!" Kim calls with a big smile and taps his leg.

Shamim looks down at his baby sister and falls for her cute smile. "My baby girl what do you want?"

"Come and eat with me!" She says with her babyish cute voice.

"Alright." He smiles. "I will come and join you soon."

"Okay." Kim nods and walks away.

His instincts were still seriously pinching him to go back to pick that diary -and he is trying his possible best to fight it and ignore it but it isn't working. "Oh God! This isn't easy." He murmurs to himself calmly.

"Shamim aren't you eating?" Malik asks as he walks in the sitting room, looking all dressed for work too."

"Good morning dad." He greets with smile.

"Morning my son, aren't you eating?" He asks again pointing at the rest of the family who is already eating.

"I would, I need to pick something upstairs." Shamim replies pointing somewhere through the stairs.

"Alright." Malik nods. "Hurry up, it's running late already." He say and walks to the dining area.

Originally, Shamim will like to enjoy his breakfast and head out to work but his instincts won't let him be. He runs upstairs, straight to Ella's room, having a second thought on his decision. But decides to just follow his instincts. He gently carries the bed up and picks the gift box which the diary was kept in. His hands trembles as he opens the box. "I hope this doesn't cause me any pain at all." He whispers to himself and drops the box on the table before carefully returning the bed to its original position.

He walks to his room and puts the gift box and diary inside a portfolio he takes to work, then picks up his jacket and walks back to the sitting room looking all set for work. He joins his family at the dining table. "I hope I still have enough to eat." He teases.

"Sure." Lola replies and dishes out some food for him. "Here you go." She hands him a plateful of food.

"Thanks mom." Shamim appreciates with a wink at his mom.

"Hey! Stop that! Why are you winking at my wife?" Malik asks jealously.

"She is your wife, but my mom." Shamim says sternly and picks up the cutleries then starts eating.

"I have never seen kids wink at their moms actually." Malik persisted.

"Father, where is sister Ella?" Kylie asks.

"She went out, I guess she will be back this evening." He replies and faces his wife. "Not so?"

"Don't ask me, ask her brother." Lola folds her arms. "He knows everything about her."

"This is terrible." Malik laments teasingly. "How can a mother not know all about her daughter?"

"Maybe Shamim is her mother then." Lola says and chuckles softly.

"I will gladly be that if I was given the opportunity to." Shamim says enjoying his meal.

Soon the chit chat was over and Shamim finally arrived at his place of work. As usual, the female workers admired his tuxedos and nice hair cut, especially Juvenal.

"You look amazing this morning Mr Shmaim." Juvenal whispers with all smiles as she drops a cup of coffee on his desk with one hand and holds another cup for herself in the other hand.

"That's is cute of you to say, thanks so much." He replies trying his best to reciprocate the energy. "You look awesome too."

She looks at her dress and smiles then looks back at Shamim. "Did you notice?"

Shamim looks at her again trying to see if he missed something. "Notice what?"

"I am wearing your favorite color." Juvenal says with a loud voice and sits opposite him. "I knew you would like it."

Saying he never noticed that will be very rude and make her feel bad, so instead he decided to pretend. "I can't believe you still remember my favorite color."

"How can I forget something that has to do with you?" Juvenal asks shyly.

"That's awesome!" Shamim exclaims with a fake smile. He isn't just in the mood for her discussions, not because Cassandra is in the picture but because of the diary he has brought with him to the office.

"So, do you have any plans this weekend?" She asks with a lot of interest.

"Look, I am very sorry but I already have a lot of plans for this weekend." Shamim comfortably rejects her upcoming offer.

"Why do you do this to me every time?!" Juvenal asks sounding and looking very sad. "Why do you always reject me?"

"Look." He whispers and adjusts himself and looks at her straight in the eye. "I am sorry I rejected you a couple of times but I am just a busy type."

"A couple of times?!" Juvenal asks loudly and scoffs. "You have rejected me seventy five times now on a row!"

Shamim moves back in shock and surprise. "Were you counting?"

"Of course I was!" She says and walks out in anger.

His eyes follows her as she walks out annoyingly not for anything but because he had never in his entire life seen her angry, especially at him.