Love behind the scenes

The quiet streets of Oakwood Hills slurred awake to the faint rustling of curtains and the soft hum of refrigerators kicking in. It was a typical Tuesday morning in suburbia, except for one thing - the aroma of jollof rice and suya wafted from several houses, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee. In the Adams’ cozy bungalow, the kitchen was alive with the sizzle of plantains and the chatter of the family gathering for sahoor. Across the street, the Adams were stirring, too, with Mrs. Adam expertly brewing a pot of strong, sweet tea to accompany their bean-filled wraps. They all ate their portion for sahoor and the boys went out to pray. Meanwhile, in Rahmah's room.,she was seen picking out her office dress for the day ... It was a morning like any other in Oakwood Hills, where cultures blended and traditions merged in the most graceful ways. Rahmah's POV ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ I closed the door to my room silently and descended the stairs in light footsteps. I am in a very good mood today. Woah!. I exclaimed inside me again when I remembered that today is the first day of Ramadan. Embarking on this new journey. I want to put aside all shenanigans. You are off to work? A voice asked and I stopped, raising my head up to have a clear view of the person not too far away. Yes mother. I replied and stopped in my tracks. Of course, I waited to hear her response but she just looked at me and smiled with cold eyes, no wrinkles. At this, I frowned. She probably woke up on the wrong side of the bed. She has never smiled at me since the day she moved from her other house. Just the day my mother died. So… That's my father's other wife. I remembered this and frowned deeply again . Blisters of tears started forming and I closed my eyes deeply, fighting back the tears . Allah is sufficient for me . I muttered. Don't stay at work for too long, we would be entertaining a visitor. She said calmly and walked towards her room. Hers and my father. When has she ever included me in any family stuff?. What is she planning this time around? The thought of my father getting married to this woman made me feel sick. She has never loved me and my brothers. I walked out of the gate and waved at the bus coming towards me. This should be going towards 3rd Avenue Lane in Oakwood. The people were already on the large bus and I sat at the end of the bus. My most favourable spot. Plugging in my earpods I rested my head. I should start reading the glorious Quran. ♠︎♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♠︎ I alighted the bus and strode into the office and everyone was busy typing away. This is a very strict working environment. I dropped my bag on the table and sat on my chair. I look worn out after what just occurred. Why am I this weak?!. I screamed at myself. I should have questioned her. Where was my courage? . I logged in my name and started working on the pending project until I heard a scream and jolted slightly. Someone just entered. A man with blonde hair came to the centre wanting to announce something by his posture. Hello employees… He started. *************************************************. On the eight floor of Ruby's biggest building a man sat majestically behind a big brown marbled table . His slender and long fingers rubbing his temples slowly and smoothly. Mubarak opened his eyes just at the same time his assistant entered. Mr president. Time to report morning duties. Said Mr. Adam. Go on. Mubarak replied, closing his black pitch eyes and rested his head on his flawless chair in sync. This man spews nobleness. Cooperation with the competition company closed, stocks are falling. Our employee opened a pending project. That's from Ali's collaboration. Already met with the back stabbers in the company. The masjid project has been reopened. Report ending. He concluded by taking a step backwards. You can leave. Mubarak replied while grabbing his jacket and putting it up swiftly. He walked out in pure anger. His hair bangs covering his eyes and his thin maroon lips curved upwards. Who dares to take up what I forfeit?!. He roared silently. Adam saw this and quickly ran to catch up. Mr Mubarak, I would look ……in…into this. He stuttered. Why did I hire you then? ,if you don't know how to placate someone. He replied, stopping his long legs making Adam tremble. I want to see a letter of dismissal before the end of today. He said and walked back into his office. He doesn't want to incur any losses from collaboration with that scheming brother of his. Adam quickly typed the letter and walked towards Rahmah's desk. The girls looked in awe. Isn't that assistant Adam?. Why is he with her?!. Rahmah saw the figure before her and blinked too fast. No one has met a good ending anytime the assistant visits by himself. This is yours. Assistant Adam said and immediately Rahmah spotted a word on it , different thoughts kept running through her mind. It is in chaos right now!!!!!