Fallen

chapter 34

"follow me" Jamal said, as if i have anything else to do.

We took our shoes off at a door and when he opened it appeared to be a living room which i suspect its his mothers, seeing the touches of femininity here and there and mesmerizing scent of bukhoor. the whole floor was covered in the navy blue carpet giving the place a warmer touch

"Babe make yourself comfortable, ill be right back okay?" i nodded ignoring the name he used. The least i could have done was drag one of my freinds here for my comfort, Now i wish for the ground to swallow me.

I concentrated on my phone after the maid from ealier brought me a shit load of refreshments that got me wondering if i am its sole consumer, i love food but im at my inlaws...

"Hi there" i heard a female voice which i didnt hear her come in. i raised my head to come face to face with a female older version of Jamal, she took a seat on one of the sofas while i was staring awestruck at the resemblance. 
"Good afternoon Mama" i greeted after  keeping my phone face down.

"Afternoon dear, hope youre doing good, hows home" She asked in a very gentle way.

"Alhamdulillah Mama all fine" at the corners of my eyes i saw Jamal coming in holding a huge grin.

She gave me a nod and relaxed back into the couch "Basmah dear loosen up"  Jamals mother spoke noticing how tense i am, who wouldn't be. I tried to do as i was told and we drifted into a conversation of the most basic before we became serious again.

"Are you done with school?" She asked while Jamal sat quietly listening to us. Time to time throwing a grin my way which i pretend to not see.

"Yes i am, studied Geology" I answered adjusting my sitting position

"oh masha Allah thats nice. Jamal go check i think your father should be back" She ordered her son. his mother apparently isnt a woman with much words but her presence was comforting

My heartbeat accelerated remembering why im here, he nodded before getting up to  answer to his mothers request after giving me a reassuring smile.

"He never talked to me about a girl before, talkless of bringing her home, you're beautiful Masha Allah " She spoke immediately Jamal walked out, raising her perfect brows and holding a smug expression. This woman doesnt even look a day over 30 and shes calling me beautiful sheesh. i looked down trying to finds the right words to use and on cue Jamal came back in.

"Hes back and we should get going" He seemed relaxed about the whole situation while i on the other hand is trying to contain a panic attack_not that i get any but still. His mother gave us a nod before waving us away

i kept a reasonable distance between me and Jamal as i followed wherever he went. we stopped at a door, he knocked and sallamed and we sauntered in, the tiles cold due to the AC contrasting the thrashing sun outside. Jamal doesnt look anything like his father except thier build very tall and buff.  His attention was on the flat screen before noticing and rearing his head here. i looked down avoiding any kind of contact and me found a comfortable spot on the plush carpet to seat while Jamal took a seat too on the carpet but far away from me.

"Good evening Baba" i greeted my voice barely audible

"Evening how are you my child" Good sign?