Swipe Of Love

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♕ A N T O N I A P O V ♕

"Where is my brother?" I yelled, walking into the building. I needed to give my brother the new information. Who could have thought that while I was suffering here, they are making another baby? What lovely brother I have?

"Ma'am, you can't meet his right now. He is in a crucial meeting," the front desk receptionist spoke.

"Hell with this meeting! Where is his office?" I snapped, feeling impatient. Who does he think he is. Like heck, I am not going to meet my brother.

"Ma'am, you-"

"Finish that sentence, boy; I swear that you will lose this job within a second. I am his sister, and that woman is his wife. How can you not know that?" I grabbed his collar.

"B-because we never see-seen her here," he gulped in fear.

"Don't just stand there, you fool. Take Amina to his office. I'll get that moron brother of mine. Now, where is he?" I let go of his collar

"4th floor. Room 4B," he answered quickly.

I spun around as fast as I could and ran up the stairs. I turned left. Where the hell is room 4B? This building is complicated and confusing to understand. Finally, I found room 4B. Without knocking, I opened the door.

Everyone's head turned to me. What? They never saw a lady or what! There were mostly men and only three women in that room. I feel bad for the women.

"Sorry guys, but I need to take my brother away from this meeting now. I mean, right now," I crossed my hand over my chest as I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen," he gave a tight smiled

He moved around the chairs and walked up to me, "what are you doing here?"

"Um, here to give you a piece of news. What else, duh!" I rolled my eyes at him. It's not like I wanted to disturb his precious meeting.

"Cut to the chase. I am in the middle of a meeting, as you can see," he snapped in a quiet voice.

"Amina has been crying; she will not say anything to me. She wants her husband," I responded.

"Where is she?" he demanded, totally worked up by hearing about his wife. Officially, Mr. Badboy is so whipped.

"In your office," I informed.

He ran out of the room. He just left his employees in the room without saying anything. I shake my head as I chuckled. This is what you call true love. I leaned back against the door frame to see him take the stairs instead of the elevator. He is so impatient. I guess this runs in the family.

I spin around and smiled, "sorry guys, but he needs to go—family emergency. I hope you understand. The meeting will be delayed. Thank you."

They did not look happy at all. Grumbling out loud, they started to pack up. Rude much?!

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♕ O M A R P O V ♕

The weather was not bad today; I was driving through my neighborhood right after football practice. Alhamdulillah, everything went well. While not with Nerd. She is still exasperated at me. No matter how hard I try to apologize to Noor, she won't just forgive me. Why are girls so complicated to ask for forgiveness? I mean, it's a simple 'yes, I forgive you.' Nothing else!

I turned the wheel to the left and entered the garage. I parked my Jeep right next to a black Lamborghini.

"Now, where did that come from," I said to myself.

Mom never buys this expensive car. She thinks it's a waste of money and time. Instead of purchasing an expensive car, people can use that money to help others or donate.

I jumped out of my jeep. Closing the door, I saw Walid getting up from the stairs that he was sitting on. I feel weird calling him that. I feel like I am close to him or something. What is he doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I questioned, walking toward him.

"I came here to talk to your mother," he shook my hand.

"She is not home right now, as you can see, " I walked up to the stairs to the front door.

"Would you look at that? She is right there," He spoke. If I am not mistaking, his voice sounded happy to see her. I turned around to so my mom pull over. She got out of the car. She looked at the man in front of me. She didn't look too thrilled to see him.

I walked up to her and hugged her, " Salem, mother. How was your day?"

"Walaikum salam. It was fine, Alhamdulillah. How about yours?" she kissed my cheek.

"Alhamdulillah, it was good."

She pulled back from the hug and made me step aside. "What are you doing here, Khan?" I saw her clenched her fist. Khan? Isn't that my last name too. Could he be my father the whole time? Nah, he left us. He never showed his face. He probably forgot about us. Something tightened inside my heart, thinking that.

"I came here to tell Omar the truth," he answered.

"Right now is not the time," she rubbed her forehead. I could see she's exhausted from her work.

Truth? What truth could that man be talking out? More importantly, what is mom hiding from me?

"What truth?" I finally asked, stepping forward to my mother. For some reason, I had to protect her from this man. He didn't look trustworthy. It felt as if he would hurt her: kindness, respect, and obedience to my mother.

The Quran emphasizes, to be kind to one's parents is: to obey them when they order you to do something unless it is something which Allah has forbidden; to give priority to their orders over voluntary acts of worship; to abstain from that which they forbid you to do; to provide for them; to serve them; to approach them with gentle humility and mercy; not to raise your voice in front of them, nor to fix your glance on them, nor to call them by their names, and to be patient with them.

(Ibn al-Jawzî, Birr al-Wâlidayn)

I love my mother to death. I won't let anything happen to her. That's what I promised myself every night and day. My mother is too precious to me. Nothing can be that much value from me than my mother.

She is my life. She is my hero.

I never understand when kids don't listen to their parents. I try my best to help other kids. My mother always said that 'mothers know when their child is in danger. They can sense it. Mothers want nothing in this world except their children to grow up and become good Muslims. They will do anything for their child.

"Antonia, I waited for a very long time for this. No more! I think he deserves to know about me. Please let me!" he begged.

"Fine, but not here. My office. Now!" mom snapped.

What in the world is mom talking about? I am so confused right now. Mom opened the front door; we followed her behind. Soon we entered her office.