Murad passed by the kitchen to see his mother, showered her with praise and embraced her with a warm smile. Halima blessed him with a short prayer and kissed his forehead affectionately.
"Mother, you can't do that when people are watching," he fussed, but that did not deter the woman who labored and cared for him for years. His pillar.
"Can't do what, shower my precious baby with love?" Halima squished Murad's cheeks playfully, causing the spectators to coo secretly. She then turns to the nosy servants behind her to scold them for making her son complain.
"Haha, it's okay Mama, I love being your boy." Murad hugged her again.
"How did it go?" Halima found him a seat right outside the kitchen entrance where she could multitask. Servants can get unnecessary chatty when unsupervised.
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