A friend cannot be considered a friend until he is tedted in three occasions; In time of need, behind your back and after your death..
-Ali ibn Talib radiallahu anha.
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I heard a bike horn.
"Ummi!!" I heard someone yell and the bike horns again.
Urgh! I can't even peacefully sleep in my house. I turned and was about to fall. My eyes flew open. Anyhow, I managed to save myself. I realised I was lying on couch.
Oh yeah! I was reading the book about four caliphs in my room's balcony. I saw the book on floor.
"Astagfirullah.." I muttered and picked the book up.
I sat on the couch and yawned.
I heard bike horns again. It's so irritating.
"Adyaan!!" I yelled as I kept the book beside me on couch. It must be Adyaan.
"The sleeping beauty is up!" I saw Adyaan coming towards me. Why does he wake up at early morning?
He is a kind of boy, who wakes up from his sleep, even if he heard a pen falling beside his sleeping figure and he hardly sleeps after Fajr(first obligatory of the day).
"Yeah...." I mumbled.
"How is this possible?" He asked jokingly.
"Because someone was driving a bike madly," I said pointing at him, "and that someone is you."
He laughed.
"It was not me, Inu!" He said, pinching my cheeks. I rolled my eyes. Sometimes he behave like he is the elder one, not me.
"Don't call me Inu!" I exclaimed.
"I will, Inu!" He said.
"Adyaan, I'm your elder sis, so you should call me Inaya Aapi or Inaya Ukhtee or Ina-" He cut me off with his smirk.
"What?" I asked.
"It doesn't suits you, sista!" He said, pinching my cheeks, again. I slapped his hand away.
"Huh! Show some respect. I'm your eld-" he cut me off again.
"Stop with this elder sister stuff..... You are only two years older than me!" He said and sat beside me.
"Yeah..... That's what I'm saying..... I'm two years older than you..... Two years.... 24 month-"
"Blah! Blah! Blah!" He said.
"Okay fine! Now tell me why were you riding a bike early morning?" I asked.
"It was not me!" He said and stood up.
"Then who?" I stood up to.
"New neighbour!" He said.
"Uncle Nahid?" I asked.
"Nope!" He said.
"Abyah?" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Who's Abyah?" He asked, confused.
"Uncle Nahid's daughter!" I answered.
"Oh..."
"Adyaan!" Mamma screamed. I can sense anger in her voice. She is angry.
"What did you do?" I asked, crossing my arms on my chest.
"Um...my room in not clean." He said.
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