Love Al kasim

Part:5

- To move him away from her neck, so that he could put his head down and bend it to the ground in shame, so that he could not look into her innocent eyes, which looked at him with love and tenderness. This made him disgusted with his filth, so she would raise his head with her hands and touch his forehead to hers and say:

_Ishk (with tenderness and adoration): Where is my strong lover whom I adore? Ha (with tears) Where is it true? I did something bad, but I actually forgave you a long time ago. You are my love, my beloved, and my father who took care of me and adored me without return. I punished you for 5 years while I was away from you and you did not see me. Understand one thing: none of us hate you, but we adore you. Your crazy sister used to sleep crying every night because she missed you. As for Fahd, he was always watching you and protecting you, and Asad, who imitates you in everything, adores you. Believe me, have you not seen him that he is a miniature copy of you? Do you know that you were every time he missed you? I can make him sleep with me hahahahahaha I adore you, you crazy person.

_ Qasim (with love and crying): I do not deserve you. You are an angel, my angel alone. I am sorry. Forgive me. Please do not go away from me again. I beg you. Without you, I am nothing like a body without a soul.

_Ishk (tenderly as she wiped his tears): And who told you that I will leave you again, my handsome darling, you have become more handsome, man (with childish anger): So there are always women around you. What should I do with you? Should I dig you? Haaa.

_ Qasim (with laughter): Ha-ha-ha-ha, you are crazy. You are still the same, you have not changed, my little one, and I adore you only. I will never look at anyone else in my life. You and the flood after you are my little one.

_Ishk (with tenderness and adoration): And I adore you, my darling, and we will never be separated again, but now do not forget who you are. You are Qasim al-Raad, the intelligence monster, and the ogre of architecture. You are our strength. Do not show your weakness to anyone but me, my darling. You are my strength, and if you become weak, we break with you. Do not forget your sister, your brother, your son, and your lover. Come on. Now be as I have always known you, the strong and invincible, our strength, my monster and my eternal love. (And with a riot): I will punish you with my own punishment alone later, haha, come on.

Qasim (with love and pride): Punish me as you wish, my little one. The most important thing is that you and my family are with me. (Then forcefully) I will take revenge on all of them, and I will not let them live in peace.

_Ishk (with similar strength and tenderness to him): This is my monster that I know, return our rights from them. Remember everything that happened because of them and your son who grew up far from you from his father, and do not forget who you are, you are the mighty, you are that lofty mountain on which we all lean, do not let anything weaken you. My love, you are Qasim Al-Raad.

Qasim (with a devilish smile and hellish anger): Don’t worry, my love. I will make them pay a heavy price. What is important now is you, my family, and them. I will make the sky cry blo*od for them for what they did. They played with the wrong person. They do not know who the monster is.

_Ishk (strongly): We start from now and we will face everything with each other.

Qasim (mysteriously): Don’t bother thinking about them now, my little one, for their end is at my hands. Now just think about our wedding (he smiled at her with his charming smile and sat on his knees to wear the same ring that he always kept next to his heart).

* Ishq jumped happily, and Qasim hugged her and spun her around while laughing, then he put her down and took her hand, and they went out with his head raised with the arrogance and arrogance that befits only him, and he wrapped his hands around her waist with Ishq, and they opened the door to meet the press surrounding the place with a confident and strong smile. The press had gathered at the doors after the news was leaked, to explain to the press that This was nothing but a simple problem between him and his lover and the mother of his son, and a misunderstanding that came to an end today, after she learned of the news of his fake engagement, which was a trap to overthrow a drug-trafficking gang network. Among the members of that gang was his secretary, whom he discovered in order to get close to her and propose to her in order to overthrow her, but it actually happened during the party and everything went back to normal. To follow his course, to confess his son in front of everyone while the press cameras were watching, so that it would be known about him:

_ Qasim (proudly): My son, Asad Qasim Al-Raad, my miniature copy and his father’s pride. I did not want to show him to the press out of respect for his privacy, but he has now grown up and become a man.

* Asad looked at him with love and pride at his father, who contained the situation intelligently, and looked at the cameras with strength and arrogance similar to his father. Everyone was shocked by that strength, so he approached his father and said in a confident voice that was not appropriate for his age:

_Asad (strongly): And I am proud that you are my father. Not everyone has a father like you. I adore you, my father.

Qasim (with happiness and tenderness): I adore you, son. I always dreamed of a son like you.

*Journalist: Mr. Asad, who is your role model? Do you aspire to become like your father?

_ Asad (strongly and proudly): My role model is my father, and I have no ambition. Rather, he dreams of becoming healthy like my father and becoming as strong and intelligent as he is.

* While Qasim looked at him proudly and followed with interest what that journalist was talking to him, he knew his purpose in all of this.

_The journalist (with evasiveness, not knowing who he was talking to): But your father is called a monster. Do you dream of becoming his brutality and tyranny?

_Asad (with intelligence and anger that he concealed brilliantly): My father is forced to use that brutality and tyranny, as you say, with the enemies of the homeland to protect his people and our beloved land from enemies. This is called heroism and courage that no one possesses, so I dream of becoming like him. It is a great honor for me to carry his strength and courage to protect him. Homeland, Mr. Journalist (sarcastically), so talk about it with respect.

* To look at his little girl with pride at the upbringing and morals she instilled in his child.

- Let that journalist fear and retreat because of the intelligence of that child who looks like his father. Whoever sees him does not say that he is a five-year-old child, so let him look at him.

His father proudly said sharply to that journalist:

_ Qasim (with great pride to that journalist): Do not underestimate my child’s intelligence. Age is just a number for my child. He is the lion of Qasim Al-Raad. I will ask you, my child, how old he is.

* Journalist (thinkingly): Hmmm, maybe 10 years.

- Qasim (with laughter and sarcasm): Haha, I told you, age is just a number for my little one. He is 5 years old. You have doubled his age, hahahahaha.

*Everyone goes in shock, and Qasim descends to his young height and looks at him with pride and scrutinizes his features. Oh my God, he is a miniature copy of him in everything, the same green eyes, black hair, and broad jaw. He takes a moment to smile. He is wearing the same outfit as him and he also smells of his perfume, as if he is looking at a soul in the air. The woman, for a lion to hold him tight, for Qasim to hug him back with greater force, for their tears to fall from the intensity of his longing for his father, and the other for being deprived of his child and his first moments with him, for her to say in love (with childish jealousy and anger): And I am the black duck, here, for Qasim to pull her into his arms with her and his son, to feel something he is missing, to see his little girl and his first child, crying silently, so that he could hold her close. She went to him so that she could collapse in his arms and apologize for what she had done to him and her lack of manners towards him. He remains her older brother and her father who raised her and he was the one who compensated her for the tenderness of her parents. He was her mother and father, so she should never have slapped him. He turned around to find Fahd holding back his tears and looking at them to pull him to them and go into his arms. He is also crying bitterly. Anyone who sees him cannot believe that this is Fahd of intelligence and architecture. Now he is just Fahd who was deprived of his brother, his affection for him, and the shoulder he could lean on when he was tired and longed for his embrace. Qasim is not only his friend, but he is also his father and brother. Qasim was the one who lifted the burden from him until He finished his studies and who would take care of him when he got sick and watch over him? Even though they were the same age, Qasim was the one who took care of everyone with love and never complained (so no one should be shocked at how they forgave him so easily, as he was the mother and father to all of them and he never complained and did not expect anything in return). It is true that when this happened, they were angry with him, but they did not and will never hate him. They explained that to Asad in detail, so he did not hate him. Rather, he was only sad about what happened and angry about what happened to his mother, but in the end he loved that person who was the breadwinner and strength of that family and was proud of him as his son.) And Fahd and Qasim did not They have been separated since their birth, and they are only Fahd and Qasim with their small family, and they are not the same as Al-Wahsh, Fahd Al-Mukhabarat, and Al-Mimar with the people.

_Qasim (with tears of longing): I have missed this moment so much. You are my life and my soul. Do not stay away from me again. You are my strength and my support. A new member has joined us in our family.

- Fahd (with tears and joy): Ha, yes, he is your son, my brother, a copy of you, even in your coldness. They look at him coldly (to say with feigned fear): I mean the same attractiveness as you, my brother. I am the one who raised him and I am afraid of his looks. So that everyone laughs at Fahd’s cheerful spirit that has returned again after... He was not like a sheet of ice, and it will not change throughout his life.

*Let everyone go to the palace so that Asad could admire his father’s taste and everyone sigh with longing for their beautiful palace and their wonderful memories of it.................

_With this, we know why that denominator has such complete importance in the life of that small family, and we learn about his other side that no one but that family has seen, his small family.

_So, do you think this happiness will last? Or does fate have a say and another say?