It is lunchtime and I am meeting up with my best friend Fatima in a restaurant not too far from where we both work. I observe Dhuhr (afternoon) prayer before going to meet her. Emma and I arrive at the place before Fatima. We order our food while waiting for her. I order buffalo chicken wrap with homemade ranch salad and a glass of water. Emma orders chicken cob salad with a watermelon smoothie.
"So, how is work?" I say and take a bite of my food.
Emma and I don't work in the same department. She works in the administrative department while I work in the programming department.
"Work is fine other than the fact that my supervisor can be overbearing at times."
"Sorry, I know how that feels."
"He is so annoying that sometimes, I wish I could knock some sense into him."
"I can imagine you doing that to him," I chuckle.
"Thank God, I only have to work under him for a year."
"That's right, your internship ends after a year."
"Yes, it does."
"I just remembered I have a basketball game on Saturday, would you like to come?" I say recalling we have a match this Saturday.
"You play basketball?" Emma asks, looking shocked.
"Yes, I do. And I understand why you are surprised. I don't come off as someone who plays sports."
"Yeah, you don't."
"I know. I would have you know I am an athlete," I say smiling.
"Wow, if you hadn't told me I would have never guessed." Emma says still looking a bit surprised.
"I hear that a lot."
"Which other sports do you play?"
"I play volleyball, I run and any other athletic sport."
"That's nice, and you can count me in on Saturday. I will bring all my cheerleading spirit with me," Emma says smiling.
"Alright, I will send the address to you, and Fatima is here," I say as I see Fatima stepping inside. I wave my hand so she can see me. After turning a few times, she spots Emma and me and walks toward us.
"As-salamu Alaykum! (Peace be upon you)" she greets coming up to hug me before sitting down.
Fatima is dark skinned and 5 feet 6 inches tall. She is of Somalian heritage but born and raised in America, so that makes her first generation American.
"Wa Alaykum salam! (peace be upon you too)" I reply hugging her back.
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"Babe, you won't believe who my boss is," I say to Fatima.
"Ismail!"
"Ismail, Ismail?" Fatima says with a knowing look.
"Yes Ismail, Ismail."
"How?"
"He is the CEO of the company."
"You are kidding me, right? Babe, tell me the truth." Fatima says taking a little bite from my food.
"Hey, don't touch my food and I am not joking." I say hitting her hands away from my food.
"Can I ask something?" Emma says looking confused.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Clueless love (BWWM)
Romantizm"What he means is that I am moving in, whether you like it or not," Ismail says with the same nasty look "I have never killed a human being, but if you wake up tomorrow and find your brother dead, don't be surprised. We all know we can't stand each...
