Hamza stretched out on the couch, rolling onto his back. He stayed still for a few minutes and after he was fully awake he pushed the pillow on the floor and slid onto the ground.
He looked to his right, where Aayansh's desk was situated, and frowned in confusion when he didn't find his Baba or Uncle there.
He plopped himself onto the carpet and withdrew his colouring book, hoping to pass the time, until his Baba made an appearance. He coloured in the turtle that Fabian had asked him to and smiled. His Uncle Fabi would be happy!
Half an hour later, Hamza was starting to feel bored, he placed his colouring book away and stood up, making it his mission to find either Aayansh or Fabian. He giggled to himself, he'll become like those detectives in the movies.
Hamza pushed open the door and hesitantly glanced at his surroundings, before starting to walk around. "Baba,"
"Uncle Fabi," He whispered loudly.
He turned towards the door at the entrance where a lot of noise was coming from, maybe his Baba was there?
He started heading towards it when Maya made an appearance, she glanced at Hamza, furrowing her brows, "Hamza, what are you doing here?"
Hamza took a step back, whispering, "Looking for Baba,"
"Your Baba isn't here, he's in a mee- Wait, you want to go to your Baba?" Maya cut herself off, adding a question when an idea struck her.
"Yes, Baba," Hamza confirmed, bouncing on his heels nervously.
Maya glanced around her surroundings, smiling to herself when she didn't find anyone around, "Come with me, I'll take you to your father."
"Baba?" Hamza questioned, tilting his head to the side.
Maya smiled, "Yes, that's what I meant. It's the same thing though, calling someone a father or Baba. Did no one ever teach you that?"
Hamza glanced away, bringing his thumb to his mouth and biting it anxiously. He didn't like the atmosphere in here, call it sixth sense but he wasn't getting any good feelings from the women.
Hamza turned to go back to the office but Maya yanked him back by the arm, digging her nails into his skin, "I thought you wanted to go to your Baba?"
Hamza hissed, trying to wiggle out of her arm, the lady's nails were as sharp as a knife. "H-Hurts,"
Maya rolled her eyes, "I haven't even done anything, stop whining like a little baby."
"Come with me, I'll take you to your father. He's in the room down the corridor." Maya said, starting to drag Hamza with her.
"N-No," Hamza whimpered, trying to yank his hand away. He didn't have a good feeling about this.
When Maya felt the kid scratch her hand, she snapped her head towards him and slapped him across the face, "How dare you scratch my skin, you've put a permanent mark on there."
Hamza flinched, bringing his hand to his cheek, he'd never been hit until today, his Baba didn't believe in actions, but words. "B-baba,"
"Shut up! Your Baba is fed up with you, that's why he left you!" Maya sneered, caressing her skin.
Hamza's tears turned into sobs, and Maya quickly ran a scan of her surroundings before grabbing Hamza harshly by his arms and dragging him to the store room.
"N-No! I-I want B-Baba!" Hamza sobbed, his breathing coming out unevenly.
Maya groaned, "Why are kids so fucking annoying?"

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𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝 ~ 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬
Short StoryThe One-shots revolve around the journey of a devoted single father navigating the complexities of parenthood and his deepening bond with his sons. Each story highlights the unique challenges and heartwarming moments they share, capturing the essenc...