QADAR💫

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~YASMINs' POV~

My stomach growled, I folded my prayer mat and removed my hijab, I tied my head with my veil, my cloth fitted me so I decided to put on a kimono but then decide on not, it was midnight around 1:30 everyone must be sleeping by now, I surreptitiously walked out of my room making sure I didn't make any sound, I went to the main kitchen close to the maids side, I searched for what simple to cook and finally decided on noodles, I took two packs of noodles and started cooking, when I'm done with it I fried my egg and did gasmeat I'm so obsessed with meat that's why...my stomach growled at the view of this delicious food..

"Someone looks hungry" I turned quickly just to meet Umar by the door, just the way he stood the last time in his room, his whole body leaned back on the wall and his hand stocked in his pocket... Umar you're freaking me out every fucking time!!!

"What's that on the plate" he walk further to where I was standing,taking my mouth watering meal away

"Hmm I want this, do another plate for your self" he said all proudly and turned to walk out

"Excuse me! That's mine!" I sarcastically said, he face me his eyes on the plate

"What? This?" He points at the plate, I nodded

"Really? Look, I said I want it, I'm not asking for your permission" he demanded

"How rude! But I did that myself! Do yours and then call it yours" I glared

"Mind your tongue baby girl" he said pointing me with his finger, I shut up and watched as he walked away with my plate, ahhhh! I hate you! Umar!

I walked back to mama's side and take some ice cream from her fridge and get into my room, I was still thinking of my plate of noodles

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"Ufff" I uffed, mama send me to take Umar his coffee, today I don't have anything to bring up, I hate it when she asked me to do something pertaining Umar, because I can't help but admire him, the more I see him the more my feelings towards him increases, the more I stayed away the better I feel, I opened the door with salam and walk in, there I spotted him, Seated on the sofa with his iPad probably playing games, he looked up the moment I said salam, his expression changed which I cannot read, he looked back at the screen of his phone
"Don't you know how to knock?" He asked not sparing me a look
"Get back and knock, when I permit you then, if I didn't you walk out" how can he be soo calm saying such words, I shrugged my shoulders and walk away, I hate problems, not with Umar, my feelings towards him make me feel guilty whenever he nags about something

I walked back to mama, I found her on on of the cushions watching her favorite program "Beauty match" I walk in with a salam and she answered

"Mama he said he doesn't need it" I lied, pouting
"Umar din?" She gasped
"Ehh shi" I scratched my head
"Ikon Allah, lemmi take it to him myself maybe baya jin dadi ne"
"Uh-hm" I said and hand her the mug, I hope he won't tell her anything
"Aha good, kije dakina, I have bought you a dress, Hadizatuu matar Hussein ke siyarwa" I nodded with a smile
"Thank you mama Allah ya kara budi" she smiled with an Ameen before walking out, I half run to her bedroom, I love new clothes, spotted it right on her bed, a purple dress with with embroideries, green and pink flowers all over it, wow I love it 🥰

Running away from him is not the best decision fa Yasmin🤣 someone should advise her please❤️😂 Fasha your advices are needed 😂❤️
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