♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕
"What is going on here?" I asked, looking at both of them.
"Can you please tell her to leave this house right now?" he snapped, looking at her with hatred.
"I can't just do that. Omar, she is your cousin, my niece." I spoke to him in a calm tone. I was trying to cool myself down, but seeing his rude attitude and behavior toward Noor wasn't helping.
What the hell is wrong with him?
"Why? I already have to deal with her in school, and I see her every day because she's in the same grade as me, mom. Really! Why couldn't someone else be my cousin?" He groaned, pulling his hair in frustration.
I had enough of this discourteousness, and Omar has totally lost his mind. I can't believe he would say something like that to his own cousin. I stormed up to him and slapped him across the face. I never raised my child to be like this.
"I can't believe you would say something like that. Get out of here! Go take a walk outside. I can't deal with you right now. Go!" I pointed to the door, not looking at him. He turned around with his head down in shame.
Good!
He should be ashamed!
I walked up to Noor and hugged her tightly. I comforted her as she cried on my shoulder. The poor girl!
Her body was shaking badly to the point where my comfort wasn't helping. Her arm clenched onto mine as her eyes shut tightly. Amina walked up to her. Rubbing her back, she gave Noor a kiss on the check. Tears were running down her eyes like a massive waterfall. Her breath pushing in and out quickly, as if she has been running for hours.
"I am sorry for my stupid son. If you can, then please forgive him," I smiled, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Your son is, indeed, stupid. Not only is that he also an i***t. How dare he yell at my daughter! I am going to teach that boy a lesson," Amina snapped, ready to walk out the room, but Noor stopped her.
"Mom, Please. No need to ask that, Aunt. I have been dealing with him for three straight months. So I'm used to it," she shrugged her shoulder like its nothing.
"Are you freaking kidding me right now? For three months, he has been doing that, and you have been staying like this. Why did no one tell me anything about that? I am going to teach that boy a lesson, too," I said, turning around. I was ready to walk out the door to knock some sense into that boy, but Noor's hand grabbed mine. I turned around to see her smile, shaking her head to 'no.'
"Well, time for us to go. I have an important meeting at 1 pm tomorrow. It's for the best that Noor stays home when we come to visit." He released a sigh. There were bags under his eyes, and white hair was already starting to appear on his head. He was working himself too much. I can understand why he is so calm about this situation. He usually turns into a beast if anyone messes with his family. Mostly his princess, Noor.
"Hold on! Not so fast. First, tell me why you didn't tell me that Noor was staying here for three months." I raised my eyebrows.
"You did say not to visit you a lot. So... that's why."
"Yeah, but she could have at least visited me twice a month. Besides, why are you leaving her while you are going to come and visit me? I want to see my niece too." I stated, folding my arms over my chest.
"Didn't you just see what happened? Omar doesn't like Noor. I don't know what happened between those two," he pointed toward the door, where Omar walked out a couple of minutes ago.
"But that still doesn't answer what I asked. I can try to get Omar to be nice to her, and then they can be friends," I spoke. My heart filled with hope that he will let her stay. I really wanted to spend some time with her. It has been too long since I talked to her or had any fun with her. She has grown so much.
"What is in that mind of yours?" Amina narrowed her eyes at me.
"You will just have to see," I smirked, giving her a wink.
"That wink doesn't look good to me. What could be going on in that stupid mind of yours?" Bro looked at me suspiciously.
"Thanks, bro. And the answer to your question is something that will be scary and funny," I looked at Amina, who gulped down.
Jeez, am I that bad?