Billionaires Broken Wife | COMPLETED

♙ A N T O N I A P O V♙ I was awakened by the Adhan, from my phone. Alhamdulillah, hearing the Adhan bright early in the morning, was beautiful. You never know when it will be your last day, or when you will be listening to your last Adhan. But, it was good to hear it every morning. I got up, brushed my teeth, did Wudu, and then prayed Fajr. After my prayer, I always remembered to make dua. It was a significant step after the Salah. It's always best to make dua, asking Allah (SWAT) for help. You don't need to wait to make your dua after your Salah. Nor do you need to wait in line to speak to Allah (SWAT). You can make dua everywhere, and talk to Him anytime. That's what my mom taught me, and she is the best. Opening my closet, I chose an outfit for the day, and a matching hijab to go with it. Hijabis are all about matching, people! But the most important reason to wear a Hijab is for modesty. You must protect yourself. Your beauty is for your husband. It wouldn't be fair to him if he has saved himself for you, and you didn't.  Hijab is a way of expressing one's character, behavior, and who you really are. Your response has an effect on other Muslims since some people like to attack a whole group, instead of that one particular person. Why people get threatened by women who wear clothes that fully cover them, I will never understand.  It's clothes.  Everyone wears clothes. It is just different from what others wear. Sometimes, I wonder if people do this to get attention, or they are genuinely terrified of Muslims. Walking down the stairs I went to the kitchen and saw Baba making pancakes. You see, my father makes all the food in the house, because the one time my mother tried to cook, she almost burnt the kitchen down. After that day, mom and I were not allowed near the kitchen. However, what baba doesn't know is that I'm a great cook. I took cooking classes at my high school. I don't want to depend on my husband. I want to cook, clean, and do what other ordinary housewives do. I want that. I always loved cooking. And, hearing other people judge my food motivates me to do much better. It makes me stronger. I pray that Allah (SWAT) gives me this wish, Ameen! "Assalamu'alaikum, Baba" I greeted him with a kiss on the cheek. "Wa'alaikum Asalam, Antonia. How did you sleep?" he hugged me sideways because he had a frying spoon in his other hand. "It was fine Alhamdulillah, how about you?" I asked, attempting to help set up the table not that I needed to as it was already done. I was just putting the orange juice on the table. "I slept well too, Alhamdulillah," he smiled. "Assalamu'alaikum, Mom, and Bro," I greeted, as they walked in. "Wa'alaikum Asalam," they replied in unison. "How is my little baby sister doing?" Bro pinched my cheek, which I totally despised. "Mom, tell Bro to stop," I whined, slapping his hand away. I disliked it when he squeezed my poor little cheek with his iron grip. Not only does it hurt, but it also turned my cheek dark red. "Khalid! Leave your sister alone," mom slapped Bro on the back. "Ouch!! What? I was just asking how she was doing!" He said, exasperated. "Khalid, be quiet and eat in the name of Allah, then go to work. The business will not run by itself. You're the CEO of the company. If the boss is late, what will the workers do? Stop bothering your sister, finish up your food, and go to work," Baba reprimanded, in a no-nonsense tone. "Yes, Father," he said sullenly, looking at the plate of pancakes Baba had placed in front of him. Ha, that's what you get for bothering me! I stuck my tongue out at him. He narrowed his eyes at me, mouthing, that he will get me later. We all dug in and started eating after Baba finished serving us all. My Baba can cook, MashaAllah. He makes the best pancakes in the world; he’s fantastic! "Honey, can you please take out my suit?" Father asked Mom while finishing his last bites. "Yes, but why? Where are you going?" Mom frowned, not liking the fact that he was going somewhere without telling her.  Baba has always told mom everything. It's just a couple of things they do. It's cute. But when he does something without telling mom, let's just say a volcano can erupt, and burn down the whole world. "Well, I need to go back to my old factory. They have some problems, so I need to go check it out, then call the fix man," he explained. I glanced at bro, and he looked at me. Then we both burst out laughing. I was laughing so hard, that I started to choke on my pancake. Baba can sometimes be so funny without him even knowing it. Silly goose! "What's so funny, you two?" Baba asked. "Baba? 'Fix man'?" I managed to get out, still laughing. "Fix man," Bro repeated, and we both started to laugh again. "What? What else do you want me to call him?" Baba asked. "Never mind," I giggled, looking at Bro. He snickered as well. "Kids these days," Baba shook his head, "no respect!" "Okay. It's time for me to go," I started, putting my plate in the sink, and grabbing my bag. "Antonia, Bro will drop you off," Baba ordered, leaving no space for protest. "Okay, Baba," I gave them both a kiss on the cheek, "Allah Hafiz, Mom, and Baba," I called, walking out the door with bro behind me. "Drive safely," mom said, from the doorstep, as I got into the passenger seat. "I will," Bro promised. "Allah Hafiz." As we drove, Bro was teasing me about stupid stuff, and making me laugh. He is five years older than me. We are close, but one thing I hate is driving with him to my University. All the girls by the entrance, drooling, staring at him, and come to him for his phone number, but he turns them down. He knows it is haram to do that; he is a smart person. He is supposed to be in college, but he is not, as he graduated early. Lucky! He doesn't have to deal with a stupid five-page essay. Nor does he have to stay up till five in the morning to study for a foolish test. We stopped in front of the school, and climbed out of the car, "Allah Hafiz, bro." "Khuda Hafiz. Be a good kid- kiddo." He smirked. I gave him a death glare. "Wait, Antonia. Your phone! i***t," he yelled, holding the phone up. "Oh yeah! Thanks," I smiled sheepishly. As I took the phone out of his hand, and turned around,  and noticed every girl was looking at him. Basically, eye raping him.  Drooling.  Ewww. Even the school slut Maggie. Okay, that's extreme, but she deserved it. Astaghfirullah! What the hell are you thinking? Astaghfirullah. Ya Allah, forgive me for making fun of your creation. Ameen. She hated me, since elementary school. She still despised me. And the funny thing? I don't even know why. I didn't do anything to her. As I walked in, she gave me a disgusted look. I just smiled at her, waved, and walked away. I wouldn't let her ruin my perfect day; I was going to go now to meet up with my friends at the cafe: Kathy, Yoseline, Cruz (who is a girl, not a boy), Malik, and last but not least Christian, who goes by Chris. When I get there, everybody was already waiting for me. Oh, sour pickle! I am late again! "Haaay, Antonia!" Christian exclaimed. "Hey, guys! How are you doing?" I hugged my girls. "You're late again!!" Kathy pointed the finger at me, shaking her head. "Hey, where's my hug?" Chris asked, ignoring Kathy. I gave him an air hug. We always offer each other one since, in Islamic, a girl shouldn’t touch another man if they are not related.  "Okay, this apology is not accepted. ANTONIA YOU'RE ALWAYS LATE?!!!" Gabby yelled the last part, shoving Chris away from me. "Okay! Okay! I am sorry. From tomorrow, I will come early," I bargained. "Fine! Fine, just this last time." Cruz said, smiling at me. "What's up with Malik?" I raised my eyebrow. He was sitting at the table, his chin resting on his fist, staring off into space. "The poor guy has two problems. One, he is madly in love with this girl. Second, his father's boss is coming today, and he cannot, and I repeat he cannot do something stupid," Kathy looked at Malik pityingly. "Aww, Malik! Don’t worry! InshAllah everything will be fine. Anyways, I gotta go to class. I will see you later." I waved bye to them. Stepping out of the cafe, I walked to my class, I was greeted by a lot of people. As I was moving along the hallway, something or someone bumped into me causing me to fall down. A ton of scorching hot coffee all over me. The burning hot coffee touched some of my fingers, causing me to hiss in pain. At the moment, two thoughts were running through my head. One, my skirt was ruined, and two, how dare the person? This is my favorite skirt; my grandma gave it to me. I looked up and saw a guy in a suit.  Guys in suits equal danger.