Y A S M I N

The week went by so fast. We've been busy in the office with the latest project. Ever since that day, I didn't hear from Marwan and I must say that I'm glad because am not ready for any Nonsense of his.

"Yasmin can you please photocopy this." Max my co-worker said handing me a bunch of papers. "Two copies each."

Can't he do by yourself?

Am I his maid.

All these words are directed towards him but in my mind.

I fake a smile. "Sure" but in reality, I feel like strangling him.

I place the paper in the machine getting an unusual sound. What's this. I pressed the button again but same thing. I think there must be a problem with the machine. I called Matilda to help me with it. And it's still not showing any progress.

"I think there is a problem with the machine why not go to the 2nd floor you can photocopy the papers there."

Why must I suffer when photocopying is not even 

Y A S M I N

Finding myself in front of Marwan building, I mentally scold myself for what I'm about to do. I inhale a sharp breath before pressing the doorbell. After standing for almost 30min, Marwan appeared with a scowl on his face.

What's wrong with this man?

"Hey?" I find myself saying and it came out as a question but got silence in return. He left the door for me and walked away leaving me uncomfortable.

The silence of the room hung low which made me feel some uneasiness inside me. I need to get this over with and get myself out of this uncomfortable house.

"Can we get this done hastily, I have somewhere to be." I started.

He placed a cup of coffee and lean himself on the Couch folding his hands across his chest. "As you can see this is a serious thing also regarding my son so there are some rules to abide by." My brows creased in confusion.

"What rules?"

He excused himself

Y A S M I N

This guy must be sick. Who does he think he is. I know the amount he offered is quietly enormous but Nanny! I can't be a nanny, I have so much planned out for myself Insha Allah.

"Yasmin!" Matilda called out.

"Huh"

"I was talking to you since what are you thinking about?" She asked.

"Nothing" I replied with a smile trying to shake off the unnecessary thought off my head.

"You know the investors are coming today we have to finish up everything, I don't want to get on Mr. Sa'ad bad side." She said the last sentence with a grin.

Seriously this girl is crazy

"Worry not your hot Mr. Sa'ad won't do anything because we're rounding up now." I mimic her voice.

**

"I want each and every one of you to try his/her best this is a big project we're going up against our big rival, I hope you will all work hard on this project. Within this week I want each group to prepare a proposal have a nice day." With that being said he walked out of the meeting hall majestically with Linda tailing behind him.

"Oh god, which means we're going to work including weekend, I was thinking of spending my weekend curled up in my bed and now this." Matilda groaned under her breath.

I don't have any problem as far as I busied myself working.

While walking back to our office my phone vibrates in my jacket pocket seeing an unknown number my brows furrows in confusion.

Who's calling me.

Sliding the accept button I placed it on my ear. "Assalam Alaikum."

"Am I talking to Miss Yasmin?"

I know this voice

"Who's this?" I asked even though I know exactly who it was. I know his voice.

"Marwan Siddiq president of AD hotels." He shouted from the other end, resulting me to move the phone away from my ear for some seconds.

"What does the president of AD hotel want from me again?" I muttered.

"Let me get straight to the point, Amir has been continuously saying he wants you and he doesn't seem to listen to me can you perhaps-" he went quiet for a while.

"Perhaps what?" I asked.

"Can you at least meet him for once."

"And why must it be me?"

"Do you have some issue with your brain. I just explained to you." He ushered back.

He's the one with the issue.

"I won't meet him and don't call me again." I spitted cutting off the call.

Who does he think he is.

"Who are you busy shouting at?" That is when I realized I'm together with Matilda.

"Oh, nothing serious just some psycho." I cuss under my breath when my phone buzz again.

I will send you the address. You can come after work by then I'm off work too.

Who is he to order me around.

**

I stared at the big house in front of me with my mouth hung open. I mentally scold myself for coming here. But let me meet him for once. I dialed his number the call almost cut off before he picks up.

"I'm in front of your house," I started hanging up. After waiting at the gate for almost 10mins with me glancing around every now and then even though no single person could be seen but I need to be careful just in case.

"Just to open the gate you spent decades," I said the moment he opened the gate. He was dressed into a simple shirt and ripped trouser he looks much younger in them than suits.

What are you thinking of, you're here to meet Amir not stare at his father.

I can't begin to describe how lavishing the inside looks. Everything inside the living area is white except the large LCD placed flatly on the concrete wall.

"Anty yatmi." I heard the velvety voice of Amir.

"Amir boy how are you."

"Fine," he said

"I have something for you." I sat down on the couch sitting placing him down on my lap. "Ta-da chocolate." His face immediately lit up.

"You don't have to do this," "I mean this." He points at the chocolate.

"I feel like doing it any problem?" I ushered back. His face slightly fell off.

"We need to talk," He said.

"Eat your chocolate Amir I will be back, I need to have a word with your dad." He doesn't seem to mind already busy with his chocolate.

"Tell me" we are few miles away from Amir.

"Amir is a sensitive kid be careful on how you treat and talk to him." He said with a serious expression.

"I have no intention of hurting a child especially someone like Amir and who is the person that pleads me to meet his son." I raised one brow up. He kept quiet.

"I've been wanting to ask you, where is Amir's mom." His face immediately changes to that of anger, he jaw clenching.

"That is not something to concern yourself with do your job and leave." He spitted

Where is that coming from?

There is definitely something wrong with this man.

"I'm sorry if I ask an inappropriate question, now I will be on my way since he had already seen me," I muttered feeling hurt by his words.

I'm not someone who gets herself into something that doesn't concern her I'm just curious as to why a little kid like Amir is living without his Mother.

What happened to his Mom?

"Anty Yatmi." Amir tug at my dress snapping me out of my thought.

"Yes, Amir what's wrong?"

"Pp"

"Hm?"

"He means he wants to pee," Marwan answered. My lips form an 'o'.

I spend more time than I intended to. I'm glad I've already informed my aunt that I will be late. I switched off the light after putting Amir to bed.

"I will get going now it's getting late," I said

"Let me drop you off."

"No it's okay I can take a taxi and besides we can't be seen together." Not waiting for his reply, I took my bag from the couch and started walking towards the front door.

"Thank you." I heard him say.

"You're welcome" I replied back without turning back. I hope we won't meet again.


Y A S M I N

The week went by so fast. We've been busy in the office with the latest project. Ever since that day, I didn't hear from Marwan and I must say that I'm glad because am not ready for any Nonsense of his.

"Yasmin can you please photocopy this." Max my co-worker said handing me a bunch of papers. "Two copies each."

Can't he do by yourself?

Am I his maid.

All these words are directed towards him but in my mind.

I fake a smile. "Sure" but in reality, I feel like strangling him.

I place the paper in the machine getting an unusual sound. What's this. I pressed the button again but same thing. I think there must be a problem with the machine. I called Matilda to help me with it. And it's still not showing any progress.

"I think there is a problem with the machine why not go to the 2nd floor you can photocopy the papers there."

Why must I suffer when photocopying is not even my job.

"Can you please escort me? Maybe you will bump into your Mr hawty" Her brows furrow for a w

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