Islam's phone vibed, indicating a message came in. She checked, and sighed. She thought it was the creepy stranger that kept messaging her, but then it was her dad asking her to meet his friend. Originally that was the person he was referring to when he messaged her back at Aunt Sauda's.
He would be leaving the country tomorrow. You should go see him today!
Islam sighed at that, she never wanted to go, but she can't tell her dad no. Besides, he just said the man was a good loyal friend of his.
Send in the address!
And her dad sent the address immediately.
"Please do you know a man called Mr. Aliko? It will be helpful to drop me off at his place, my dad wants me to meet him, I have his address." Islam whispered.
Juhaif didn't say a word. Not that she didn't see it coming, she would just ask Husna to take her there when they are back home.
Her mind dwelled back to that creepy message. She never thought she has been thinking about the creepy stranger and his message until she heard Juhaif mentioned something about them arriving, she looked up to see a different house! She squeezed her face and looked at Juhaif.
"The Mr. Aliko house!" He said irritatedly.
Actually Juhaif knew the house, because who doesn't know the house of the richest man in the whole continent?
After much formalities they were finally allowed in.
Juhaif packed the car in the compound and told Islam he will wait for her in the car. She nodded before alighting the car and going along with one of the female guards that was supposed to take her in.
They arrived at a living room and then they followed another path, leading to another leaving room, and then another and finally another and that was when Islam was asked to wait. The guard went in and later on asked Islam to get inside.
Once Islam got in she saw someone got up and smiled at her, "she must be the billionaire's daughter!" The person grinned.
Islam smiled at him. She didn't like his description of her, she doesn't like when people refer to her as the billionaire's daughter.
"You're welcome." The man said, and she gently bowed her head at him in respect, "oh you do that too?" He asked again, holding unto a surprised face.
When Islam looked up she locked eyes with someone calmly seated on a couch. She knew that face! That face was of someone who once had business with her dad. That must be the Mr. Aliko for sure!
"Well, I'm ordinary, just like every one else." She brushed off how the man was trying to flatter her.
The man was about to talk again, when her father's friend Mr. Aliko called his attention and she couldn't be more happier. She isn't comfortable talking about riches, and she doubts she will ever be.
Finally Islam greeted Mr. Aliko who seemed so nice. He asked about her interests— things she enjoys doing. She got to learn few business ideas from him. All he talked about was business. And she was good with that. He told her about life, about people forming rumours about him, he mentioned something about people saying he doesn't know the amount of his wealth. He laughed hard mentioning that. She even, found it a bit hilarious, how could someone not know the amount of wealth they have? That can't be real! And indeed he told her where it all started, originally it was on the day one of his friends made a comment, that if his wealth reached a certain amount, he couldn't get hold of it. And to date, nobody on earth was able to acquire such amount. No one is in possession of a gazillion. Even the richest man on earth ain't lucky of having such amount.
In such a little time, Islam really bonded with him, she realised the other man was his secretary.
Islam understood that Mr. Aliko was a simple man that doesn't take life seriously. He plays his game calmly. When her curiosity got the best of her, seeing him with book, she asked why he could read calmly? Because when she came she saw him reading, and he was still holding the book.
"Your father never reads?" He asked her.
"A lot. He does. He does a lot."
"If one needs to succeed, that person should hold three things; prayer, book, and time..."
"...This book, I've read it countlessly. It's with me everyday. I read all Roberts Kiosake books." He added.
He then allowed her on the secret to success, the real secret to success as he called it; "being grateful to your Lord..."
"...Because even when things didn't go as planned you'll remember that you've thanked Allah and won't regret about it." He finished.
Islam thanked him and left.
She kept recalling his words as Juhaif concentrated on driving them back to the Khalil's.
By the time they got home and prayed, Husna updated her on the drama they were earlier on watching.
On the other hand Juhaif went to freshen up before going to the masjid to pray.
He came back to see Aunt sitting in the living couch, their father wasn't back from work. Juhaif greeted his mom and told her he won't be having lunch. Luckily she didn't ask what he ate. He knew once he said coffee, lunch would be compulsory upon him. His mom doesn't tolerate the not-hungry-style. Luckily for him she didn't press on that and he took that as a chance to quickly slip away before she changes her mind.
Once he made it to his room, he grabbed his tab that's been laying on the centre table since morning, and proceeded to his bedroom. He laid on his king sized bed and was about to start watching surgery videos when his eyes settled on the muffler hanging on the rack. He smiled before putting down his tab and taking his phone instead.
He got on amazon and ordered new macbook and iPad. He prays the little clumsy-witch won't break them again.
He got off the app and stopped when his eyes settled on a red and white app, because the app was on same folder as the amazon app. After all, those were his most used apps. He ordered what ever he wants on amazon and watches whatever he wants pertaining surgery on YouTube! He found his hand touching a certain live video on his recently watched, with the name; caught up in a holdup! With a picture(thumbnail) of a girl that looked too innocent for her dramatic character!
He finished watching that video and found himself watching another. Then another, then another, till he watched so many videos.
He was now laughing hysterically at a certain one.
This girl won't be the end of him. How would someone be so funny yet lovely.
But did he just think of her as lovely?
He shrugged off the thought and glanced at his aldor wristwatch. That's when he saw it was almost Asr time. What?! Did he just missed his siesta! Oh Allah!
He stopped and hit the subscribed button, then stood up, leaving the phone there on bed.
He dashed to the loo to perform ablution. Before leaving for Masjid. It was twenty minutes until Asr. Better he awaits Salah than versa!
***
The household prayed Maghrib salah(prayer). After reciting azkar, they all showed up at the dining room.
Islam wasn't a fan of dinner, she was only there to have a chat with uncle, she showed up with a cup along with the bucket of ice cream Juhaif bought for her, as she didn't have it earlier but put in the fridge.
Once uncle, husna and Islam were at the dining table, as Aunt and Juhaif were yet to show up, Islam picked a small cup and opened the bucket of ice cream, "Husna vanilla flavor or strawberry?" Islam asked. As the ice cream was of two flavors.
Husna shook her head as she dragged the end of her sweater and rubbed her hands. "Unless I want to end up in the hospital then let me have an ice cream in this weather!"
Uncle laughed at that. Islam wasn't even feeling cold. The weather was just normal, if left to her she would even shoot up the air condition!
"An ice cream anyone?" Islam asked looking at the whole family. They all shook their heads at her. She shrugged and served herself, before finally sitting down.
"Islam is it true when they said half of the population in America have at least been jailed up once in their life time?" Husna asked.
"You've never been there?" Islam asked.
Husna shook her head at her.
Uncle smiled sadly, "she'd never been anywhere,"
"No I've been to like two places in your PJ as a kid I guess." Husna said.
"Oh that! I forgot!" Uncle declared.
"But why so?" Islam asked.
"Flight phobia. I get so afraid! But this year I'll force myself to get rid of that. Inshaa Allah!"
"So sorry!" Islam replied sadly.
"So about your question, I don't know whether half of the population been jailed up or not, but I'm a living experience of that!" Islam said taking a view of their face expressions.
Husna broke in to laughter, "can't be!"
"I'm telling you," Islam sighed. Uncle looked amused.
"There was this time I was dared in school to go for an unlicensed driving, I got so unlucky and ends up running in to cops."
Husna's laughter started before Islam could even finish.
"...I started crying right away and begging to let me get away, but it didn't help matters. Dad had to come bail me out!" She finished.
Husna laughed so hard while uncle had even teared up due to laughter.
"I vlogged it, will show you." she said and began typing on phone, when she heard a voice said, "But didn't see you cry."
She looked up to where the voice was coming from. There, Juhaif was standing.
He regretted blurting that out, but when he remembered it wasn't good to regret about a thing in Islam(religion of Islam) he quickly shrugged it off. And inwardly repented.
Islam smiled before handing uncle her phone to watch the video.
She then turned to Juhaif, "you watched that? Guess you got the time to watch even those from three years ago."
A/N
Everything I said about Sir Mr. Aliko is purely fictional.
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