Fahad Muhammad samli grew up in a very wealthy family . He was very arrogant and selfish because of his families wealth. But in their family they grandma gets to decide who you are too marry.
Nabiha a 19 year old girl who leaves a simple life e...
I just came out of the kitchen with bmy mother shouting behind me telling me how useless I am.
The truth is that she just hate me her and my father sometimes I wonder if they are my real parents.
Cause they treat my two sisters nicely but me I don't seem to do anything right in they eyes.
My father uses every chance to he gets to tell me how much of a failure I am.
While my mom uses every chance to tell me how useless I am.
While my two sisters treat me like I am They slave.
I do everything in the house.
My father is an engineer he is not rich and not poor either.
My mom is a house wife.
My older sister the first boy is working as a lecturer she is married but she is always here .
Well I heard her telling our mom that her husband always beat her up . She deserves it she is the most meanest person I have ever met.
While my other sister is in university 400 level.
I am in university 200 level . I am 19 years old .
I was in the kitchen cooking when I mistakenly push the pot of stew . Before I could react I heard someone slap me from behind. I turned and saw naima my sister who Is already married.
How can you be so careless she shouted.
Our mother came in and said get out of here you lazy bitch.
Well I stand up from bed and took my bag I am going to Khadija's house my best friend.
I have lots of friends maybe is because of my nature.
I am very friendly and also talkative and they no body to talk to in this house so I rather go out.
I went out to the living room and saw zulaihat my other sister . I was about to leave the house I didn't even care about telling anyone cause they don't care about were I am from and were I am going.
Stop I heard a voice from behind me I was actually surprised but still I turn and Sam zulaihat looking at me.
Were are you going she asked.
I turned and said why do you care.
Just tell me where you are going she shouted.
I am going to a friend's house I said.
Which of your friends she ask.
Is she trying to provoke me I thought.
Khadija's house I said.
Who is Khadija she ask.
I looked at her what does she mean by that cause Khadija is always here.
Khadija my friend I said.
Who is she that's what I asked she said.
She is my friend I said.
I was beginning to enjoy this cause I love seeing her angry.
Who is she , she shouted.
I said my friend I shout back at her.
She looked at me and turn and leave.
I went out and call for a taxi I entered and tell the driver the address to Khadija house.
I Know I will be in trouble if I come back cause zulaihat is a daddies girl I am sure she will tell our dad .
But for Know I will focus my attention on having fun.
We reached Khadija's house and I went in.
I greeted the gateman and he said she was the only one at home so I went in.
I found her in their parlor .
Nabiha she shouted when she saw me.
She came and hug me and said I miss you.
You were at our house yesterday and you are saying you miss me I said.
Well life is boring without you she said.
I laughed at what she said before she took my hand and drag me to one of the couches in the parlor.
And said so what are we gonna do for fun today.
I looked at her and said that is suppose to be my line.
Well you the one always suggesting what to do she said.
I look at her and said okay just call the rest of the group let's hang out I said.
I have many friends so we were like a group.
Okay she said before she took her phone and started calling them .
I am done she shouted .
' get ready let's go I told her.
I am already ready she said.
I look at her and yes she was already dress she is always dressed is like she is just waiting to go out.
She drag my hand and we went out of the house.
*********
Hi everybody
So you have finally met nabiha.
Well here is her photo.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
