❝Assallam alay-❞
Holy chicken.
Hottie alert.
Does my veil look sexy?
The holy month of Ramadan; a month where Muslims are required to fast, abstain from sins, and connect spiritually with Allah.
It's also the month where Paulina Suarez--the pract...
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...I can't believe it's the last day of Ramadan...oh wait, Ramadan is over—and I'm eating my Iftar that isn't Damon cooked but rather, Kenneth made.
...I mean, don't get me wrong; Kenneth is a great cook. The problem is the fact that Damon just might be the cooking god. The Half-Blood Prince has got nothing on him.
...I'm not even sure if my Harry Potter metaphor makes sense in this context but whatever. I'm a little bit lovesick and definitely disappointed. But it's not Damon's fault. He's sick in bed and it's almost 9 pm and I'm so worried but—
"You should go to Amelia's place for a sleepover," Dad says as he watches me shove another spoon of salad into my mouth with half-hearted gusto. He's in my room, using the Wi-Fi. I give him a look.
"Who is Amelia?" I cock my head to the side in confusion. I'm pretty sure I don't know an Amelia. Apart from maybe that girl that always answers question after question in Geography class. And I'm pretty sure we have never even crossed paths in life. So I don't think Dad knows her.
Dad blinks, mirroring my facial expression. "Damon's sister?"
I manage a chuckle. The old man isn't only losing his hair. He's also losing his memory. "It's Ophelia, dad."
Realization dawns on his face but he doesn't give me time to appreciate the look. "You still get what I mean. You should go for a sleepover."
I get his double meaning. I trust you to keep your virginity intact while you go over to see how your boyfriend is doing. Just stay safe. Oh—and tell the boy that I miss him too and he's definitely allowed to visit me at the garage.
I grin and launch myself into his arms. He yelps as his phone clatters to the ground. "Pauli—!"
"Thank you, Dad. Te Amo," I murmur into his hairline. He keeps quiet for a while before returning the hug.
"I love you too mi Preciosa," his voice is thick with emotion. I pull away before he can even think of sobbing. I don't have Kleenex to donate.
"I'm going to invite Vanessa in case," I grin and make my way out of the room.
"Tell her it's an order!"
"What if she already has other plans? Is the 'order' part really necessary?"
"It is when she's the one with the driver's license!"
