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"SAFA"


My alarm ring, i slowly move but my movements was interrupted by something hard.

I lazily open my eyes which were hot and heavy, my nose takes in the cologne that was now my favorite.

"Sameer!" I said in my mind, i shyly cover my eyes as embarrassment took over me.

What had i done in my father's house?!

I facepalm myself, knowing it'll not take me anywhere, i starts waking him up so he can quickly leave.

He wakes up after two trails. Moving his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, i quickly hold the hand.

"No, quickly enter the toilet, you need to leave as soon as dad leave for Masjid!"

He didn't say anything to me but stand, i sigh as he close the door to the bathroom.

"You have completely loss your mind Safa!" I facepalm again.

My eyes widened the moment he come out and on the bulb. "Are you serious?!" I murmur, trying so hard to take my eyes off his wet body.

His hair drips, but knowing it'll soon be time for Fajr prayer, i snap out of it.

"Please hurry up and leave before mom come to wake me!" He nod, his eyes roaming on my face.

"You okay?!" He says worriedly.

"Yes, no distractions, you have to hurry up!"

He took his clothes that were all over the floor and smirk at me. "How'll i leave?!"

He pout.

"Sameer!!"

"Okay!!!"He run to the bathroom, later comes out in his clothes.

He walk over me and crawl on the bed. His eyes watch me as i fiddle with my fingers.

"I'm not doing anything love, I'm all clean, I even performed my ablution."He said seductively to which i frown at him.

Is he serious?!

"Did i ask you to do something?!"

He shrug and go down from the bed. "No, but.."

My glare made him raise his hand in defense. He gives me one last look and twirl to the door in all his glory.

"You have to maintain my dignity Sameer, you need to leave silently!!!"

He turn and salute at me, a smile form on my face, I salute back and watch him leave cautiously.

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I woke up in the morning with sore body. Couldn't help but shrink at the pain, i can feel the veins in my forehead popping out.
In so much pain, i starts to walk towards the bathroom.

Midway through the room, i stop on my track as i had the door to my room being touch.

Mom came into view when i thought I'm imagining things.

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