The Most Perfect believer in faith is the one whose character is finest and who is kindest to his wife.
"What?" Yamir deep voice taunts. Knowing damn well what I just said a few seconds ago. This is him giving me time to change my mind.
"Why are you always so bitter?" I repeat.
"Why, am I- so..bitter?" He asks once again. His faced filled in amusement I can just tell, by the way his lips twitch as hard as he's trying to keep a straight face.
Scrunching up by eyebrows I'm failing to see where he's getting at. "That's what I just said is it not?" This time i'm actually confused.
"Am I bitter Yas?" Yamir asks turning to face the curly haired beauty who turned to Gustav and David for help- instead they both just smile and lean back onto their chairs. "Am I Yas?" He repeats, his elbows on the chair sides- fingers fiddling with his lips.
"Well... I don-I can-" She murmurs. "Yeah, you kind off are." She finally admits.
"I'm bitter-" He chuckles. "Right well guess what, it's not fu**ing easy getting the respect I get today by being soft." He mumbles.
"Well it wouldn't hurt to be nice sometimes." I say.
"I am ni..ce, sometimes." That causes us all to start coughing.
"Fuc* off Yamir," Gustav grumbles, laughing really loudly.
"What??"
"Nice? Is that even in your vocabulary- I mean, I remember the first time I met you- you were with the coaches daughter-" David starts.
"WHAT!" Yas chokes out. "Are you serious right now?"
"David, shut the fu** up bro-" Yamir proclaimed.
"He doesn't know though," Gustav, points out. "And it's not like they did anything,- she was onto him and he told her to fu** off." He continues covering up for his best friend.
"Can you guys leave my love life alone." Yamir uttered rubbing his face with his hands. '
"Wait so you guys didn't hook up?" Yas asks. Please say no.
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ChickLitHaleema a young girl destined to reach for the stars the moment she steps onto her university campus set to begin a new year as a freshman. Ready for a new chapter the hijabi has the next few years of her life all written in her thick agenda. With h...