A violent pounding began in Fatuu’s chest, as if heavy blows were being rained down on her. Through the glass of the car in her hands, she watched what was happening—her hands trembling uncontrollably from sheer shock and panic. It was something she had never, ever seen Haisam do to another woman since the day she met him. At that same moment, she asked herself: Who is this woman?
Unable to endure it any longer, she opened the car door and stepped out, standing by the door and staring at her intensely. Then she blurted out in extreme terror,
“AUNTY FANAN…!”
She suddenly felt as if her legs could no longer support her body. They shook violently, while her chest continued to pound painfully from fear. The question racing endlessly through her mind was: What exactly is the relationship between Ya Handsome and Fanan, for him to treat her like that? He didn’t even behave that way with his own siblings—same mother, same father—yet here he was with her, who was only his cousin. Or… were they actually lovers?
Damn!
Her chest gave another brutal thud at that thought. At the same time, she felt an urgent pressure in her bladder, almost losing control. She hurried toward the house, not even bothering to close the car door. Darkness clouded her vision as dizziness overwhelmed her from shock and fear. She barely managed to get inside the house.
She rushed into the toilet, relieved herself, then headed straight to her room without checking on her aunt. As soon as she entered, she collapsed onto her bed, curling herself into one position, her eyes wide open and unblinking…
In front of the car, they stood with their hands intertwined. Fanan looked at the woman seated in the driver’s seat. From her appearance, she seemed relaxed. Though she wasn’t light-skinned, her complexion could be described as chocolate-toned. Her face was smooth and attractive.
Smiling, Fanan said,
“Khairat, meet my babe.”
Khairat smiled back, extending her hand toward him and saying,
“Hi Haisam, it’s nice meeting you.”
But immediately, Fanan grabbed her hand and said,
“He doesn’t do that.”
Khairat burst into laughter—it was only teasing, nothing serious. She knew how intensely Fanan loved Haisam, so extreme jealousy was inevitable.
After the greetings, Fanan said to Haisam,
“So I brought you your heartbeat—now I deserve a reward.”
With a smile, he told her to name what she wanted. She replied,
“It’s nothing big. I just want you to bring your baby to spend the night at our place so I can enjoy her company, but she refused.”
He glanced at Fanan, pouted slightly, and she shook her head to show she wouldn’t go, resting her head on his shoulder.
Khairat said teasingly,
“So now that your babe is beside you, you’re going to ignore me? It’s okay—we’ll go back to India where I’ll get my revenge.”
With a charming smile that enhanced her beauty, Fanan replied,
“Don’t worry. Babe will bring me so I can spend the day.”
Khairat shot her a playful glare, clearly displeased, and started the car. Fanan waved at her, saying they would talk later. Khairat drove off.
Haisam cast her a look that was hard to interpret. She lowered her head and laughed, revealing her perfectly aligned white teeth.
He asked,
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”
In a slightly playful tone, she replied,
“I was so eager to see you, babe—that’s why I gave you a huge surprise.”
She finished the sentence with a seductive wink.
He reached out, pulled her long nose gently, and she let out a small cry. He told her they should go inside. Just as they were about to turn, she reminded him that Zarah had told Hajiya they went out together on an outing.
Only then did he remember that Fatuu was still in the car. He turned and noticed the car door was still open. Without giving it much thought, he assumed she had gone inside.
Still holding hands, they walked to the car. He told her to go around to the other side; she entered through the driver’s side and drove them home. Officer CD opened the gate for them, and after they entered, he closed it and returned to his bench.
Turning to the other officer, he asked,
“Who is that girl? Isn’t she the one I saw earlier being brought in that jeep?”
The officer replied,
“Yes, she’s also Hajiya’s granddaughter—you can tell by her looks.”
“So she’s from Hajiya Maryam’s side as well?”
The officer nodded.
“Ma sha Allah… but she’s more beautiful than her relatives. I’ve never seen her before today.”
The officer confirmed, saying she rarely visited and was currently studying abroad.
Holding Haisam’s hand, Fanan entered the living room where Hajiya was seated watching television. Fanan greeted her, and Hajiya returned her gaze with a smile. They moved to a two-seater couch and sat down.
Hajiya asked,
“Where did you go looking for him?”
Smiling, he replied,
“We just got back.”
“She told me she wouldn’t come in until she found you, that she was escorting her friend. I told her Allah grant her success—since there are plenty of radio stations to announce her disappearance if she gets lost,” Hajiya said jokingly.
He glanced at Fanan; she was still smiling with her head on his shoulder.
Hajiya continued,
“Then suddenly I saw her, as if she dropped from the sky. I was so surprised that I called her mother to complain that no one informed us she was coming. Her mother said she was the one who insisted on keeping it secret because she wanted to surprise us. I said she truly surprised us—and now she has refused to eat, saying she won’t eat unless you feed her yourself. I told her she’d better wait for you, because she’s not the kind of person who outgrows such behavior.”
He simply smiled, stood up, and lifted her when they were about to head to the dining area. She stopped him, saying,
“But babe, you need to take a bath—you just came from somewhere, I know you’re tired.”
He shook his head as they reached the dining table, pulled out a chair for her, and said,
“Eat first.”
He sat across from her. She refused to eat unless he fed her himself—she missed that affection. He fed her gently and attentively. She didn’t eat much and claimed she was full. He protested, but she insisted she had already eaten a little at Khairat’s place since they stopped there first. Eventually, he let it go.
Holding hands again, they returned to the living room. As they were about to leave, he told Hajiya he was going to take a bath. She agreed.
Seeing them leaving together, Hajiya told Fanan not to wait for him—she clung to her shoulder, saying she was going to choose his clothes for him.
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A violent pounding began in Fatuu’s chest, as if heavy blows were being rained down on her. Through the glass of the car in her hands, she watched what was happening—her hands trembling uncontrollably from sheer shock and panic. It was something she had never, ever seen Haisam do to another woman since the day she met him. At that same moment, she asked herself: Who is this woman?
Unable to endure it any longer, she opened the car door and stepped out, standing by the door and staring at her intensely. Then she blurted out in extreme terror,
“AUNTY FANAN…!”
She suddenly felt as if her legs could no longer support her body. They shook violently, while her chest continued to pound painfully from fear. The question racing endlessly through her mind was: What exactly is the relationship between Ya Handsome and Fanan, for him to treat her like that? He didn’t even behave that way with his own siblings—same mother, same father—yet here he was with her, who was only his cousin. Or… were they actually lovers?
Damn!
Her chest gave another brutal thud at that thought. At the same time, she felt an urgent pressure in her bladder, almost losing control. She hurried toward the house, not even bothering to close the car door. Darkness clouded her vision as dizziness overwhelmed her from shock and fear. She barely managed to get inside the house.
She rushed into the toilet, relieved herself, then headed straight to her room without checking on her aunt. As soon as she entered, she collapsed onto her bed, curling herself into one position, her eyes wide open and unblinking…
In front of the car, they stood with their hands intertwined. Fanan looked at the woman seated in the driver’s seat. From her appearance, she seemed relaxed. Though she wasn’t light-skinned, her complexion could be described as chocolate-toned. Her face was smooth and attractive.
Smiling, Fanan said,
“Khairat, meet my babe.”
Khairat smiled back, extending her hand toward him and saying,
“Hi Haisam, it’s nice meeting you.”
But immediately, Fanan grabbed her hand and said,
“He doesn’t do that.”
Khairat burst into laughter—it was only teasing, nothing serious. She knew how intensely Fanan loved Haisam, so extreme jealousy was inevitable.
After the greetings, Fanan said to Haisam,
“So I brought you your heartbeat—now I deserve a reward.”
With a smile, he told her to name what she wanted. She replied,
“It’s nothing big. I just want you to bring your baby to spend the night at our place so I can enjoy her company, but she refused.”
He glanced at Fanan, pouted slightly, and she shook her head to show she wouldn’t go, resting her head on his shoulder.
Khairat said teasingly,
“So now that your babe is beside you, you’re going to ignore me? It’s okay—we’ll go back to India where I’ll get my revenge.”
With a charming smile that enhanced her beauty, Fanan replied,
“Don’t worry. Babe will bring me so I can spend the day.”
Khairat shot her a playful glare, clearly displeased, and started the car. Fanan waved at her, saying they would talk later. Khairat drove off.
Haisam cast her a look that was hard to interpret. She lowered her head and laughed, revealing her perfectly aligned white teeth.
He asked,
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming today?”
In a slightly playful tone, she replied,
“I was so eager to see you, babe—that’s why I gave you a huge surprise.”
She finished the sentence with a seductive wink.
He reached out, pulled her long nose gently, and she let out a small cry. He told her they should go inside. Just as they were about to turn, she reminded him that Zarah had told Hajiya they went out together on an outing.
Only then did he remember that Fatuu was still in the car. He turned and noticed the car door was still open. Without giving it much thought, he assumed she had gone inside.
Still holding hands, they walked to the car. He told her to go around to the other side; she entered through the driver’s side and drove them home. Officer CD opened the gate for them, and after they entered, he closed it and returned to his bench.
Turning to the other officer, he asked,
“Who is that girl? Isn’t she the one I saw earlier being brought in that jeep?”
The officer replied,
“Yes, she’s also Hajiya’s granddaughter—you can tell by her looks.”
“So she’s from Hajiya Maryam’s side as well?”
The officer nodded.
“Ma sha Allah… but she’s more beautiful than her relatives. I’ve never seen her before today.”
The officer confirmed, saying she rarely visited and was currently studying abroad.
Holding Haisam’s hand, Fanan entered the living room where Hajiya was seated watching television. Fanan greeted her, and Hajiya returned her gaze with a smile. They moved to a two-seater couch and sat down.
Hajiya asked,
“Where did you go looking for him?”
Smiling, he replied,
“We just got back.”
“She told me she wouldn’t come in until she found you, that she was escorting her friend. I told her Allah grant her success—since there are plenty of radio stations to announce her disappearance if she gets lost,” Hajiya said jokingly.
He glanced at Fanan; she was still smiling with her head on his shoulder.
Hajiya continued,
“Then suddenly I saw her, as if she dropped from the sky. I was so surprised that I called her mother to complain that no one informed us she was coming. Her mother said she was the one who insisted on keeping it secret because she wanted to surprise us. I said she truly surprised us—and now she has refused to eat, saying she won’t eat unless you feed her yourself. I told her she’d better wait for you, because she’s not the kind of person who outgrows such behavior.”
He simply smiled, stood up, and lifted her when they were about to head to the dining area. She stopped him, saying,
“But babe, you need to take a bath—you just came from somewhere, I know you’re tired.”
He shook his head as they reached the dining table, pulled out a chair for her, and said,
“Eat first.”
He sat across from her. She refused to eat unless he fed her himself—she missed that affection. He fed her gently and attentively. She didn’t eat much and claimed she was full. He protested, but she insisted she had already eaten a little at Khairat’s place since they stopped there first. Eventually, he let it go.
Holding hands again, they returned to the living room. As they were about to leave, he told Hajiya he was going to take a bath. She agreed.
Seeing them leaving together, Hajiya told Fanan not to wait for him—she clung to her shoulder, saying she was going to choose his clothes for him.
Hajiya smacked her lips lightly and said,
“Go well.”