Meenah's POV

Sometimes life likes to joke and laugh at you.

I guess things just can't be the same as far as you are alive. Living. Breathing. Laughing. Crying. Being Emotionless. All are part of the game.

We just need to know how to play the card and get it our way in the game of life.

The chitterlings of cutlery was the only sound in the room as we all sat at the dining table, having dinner like a good peaceful, lovely family. But in an awkwardly quiet manner, everyone not able to have an ounce of conversation and all not in a good appetite. Dad sitting on the family's head seat, mum by his left then followed Neenah and me all in the left while uncle Tahir was siting by Dad's right side then his wife, Naasar, Nasara and their two younger siblings Nabila and Najib. Nabila is thirteen while Najib, the last born of the house is nine.

It was the most awkward moments of my entire life. Enraged with anger but controlling it because I promised mum few minutes before we started dinner that I will behave and not interrupt any conversation. She literally made me promise not to utter a single word in the room. I just had a feeling this meeting is going to turn into something very bad. The Tahir's had the nerve to come visit us after they stabbed us at the back with a sharpened knife. They actually don't have any shame and if the think they would get out forgiveness then they are highly mistaken because I won't give them any ounce of forgiveness even if they are a second away from their graves, even if the are blazing with fire and the only thing that would dissolve the fire is my forgiveness then I won't give it.

I can be a good grudge keeper of a century!

I noticed the look Neenah and Naasar were sharing. Neenah's face was completely clueless and pale as if she's about to cry. Naasar had the look of disappointment and pitiful. He looked quite ashamed of his family and their deeds. And Nasara was busy with her phone not minding the tension in the room and her empty plate of chicken as if the money her father stole couldn't afford the chicken. She had licked every inch of that chicken to the extent that the bones were shining.

Aunty Sakina look like she is about to explode with her third plate of rice in front of her. The front of her was a total mess that I could help but think if this woman ever heard of table manners. She was the typical fat woman who loves food like it's her second husband. While uncle Tahir looks restless but nothing like remorse was evident on his face. The two kids were just eating, probably not knowing the situation in that room.

I can't believe this family who happened to rub our peace of mind and our happiness, are evidently enjoying the food at our table, at our house, while they have snatched that peace from us. They are actually enjoying the food the derived us from for months.

But anyways, I'm really pleased with the fact that they at least have seen and witnessed that we aren't living in poverty.

Thanks to Anty Femi.

"Ugmmhhm...emm...ther..umm..I mean...hmm...there's something we would like us to discuss with you" Uncle Tahir stammered, trying to make eye contact with Dad.

Abba first looked at me and Neenah, Naasar and his siblings then gave uncle Tahir a pointed look. A look with no emotions in his face, but his eyes said a lot. "We have nothing to discuss" he spoke in a blank and cold tone, probably trying to tell him not to talk in front of us, the children.

I literally smirked at that.

"It's really important, just give me a chance to talk. Please!" Uncle Tahir pleaded as if he's repenting and asking for forgiveness. Abba glared at him.

"We have kids at the table Tahir, I'll listen to whatever you have to say, in private!" Abba bellowed.

Abba stood up abruptly, pushing his chair in a very anguish manner. He then took his phone and slid it inside his left trouser pockets. He placed his hands for mum to take and then said to her "shall we?" She smiled and got up from her seat. He  changed his face expression and the turned to his brother with bitterness in his voice "let's have the talk when you are done, in my living room."

"Emm...can we have the discussion in private...I mean without the ladies" he said pointing at mum.

Dad smiled devishly, showing his one side dimple. His hold on mum's hand tightening. "Whatever talk we are having, my wife is going to be by my side and get involved in the discussion if needed. Your wife can tag along also."

Mum secretly smiled at that sentence.

"Umm..what about...uh..him?" Uncle Tahir said with a slight cough.

He was referring to his foster brother, Suleiman Umar, the CEO of the clouds architecture, the very company that my dad signed a contract with.

The contract we all are now paying for.

My dad and uncle Tahir were step brothers, they had the same father and surname, but different mothers.

My father's father, my late grandfather Alhaji Abdulhameed Ahmad, had two wives, Amina, my fathers mother, and Firdausi, uncle Tahir's mother.

Firdausi was married before she married my grandfather, and she also had a son. Suleiman. Her son grew up with his father and stepmothers when she remarried.

So technically, uncle Tahir and suleiman umar are foster brothers.

And I believe they teamed up to deprive us of our happiness.

"I don't allow traitors in my house, but, he can come inside with his lawyer. I believe we have a lot of talking to do" Abba's voice brought me out of my thoughts.

They left the room together with uncle Tahir folthem and fuming

I don't really get why this man is showing anger. We're the ones affected, we're the ones that are bankrupt, not him.

He returned after a minute and glared at his wife hugging her plate. She immediately stood up and they followed the route to the living room.

"I wonder what's going to happen in there" I whispered to Neenah. She looked at me with a pitiful smile and then at Naasar then back at me and then she smiled, a very weak but genuine smile on her face.

"They are going to talk things out and hopefully everything will fall in place." Neeenah whispered back.

Twenty minutes later I couldn't find Nasaar and Neenah. Nasara was busy taking selfies, gawking at somethings and showing off to her social media friends. The two kids have literally destroyed the house, jumping and shouting on the couch. I have lost my patience and will soon leave  the polite ZONE of being nice and friendly.

I will just need to go into the kitchen, make a three nice orange juice and add some poison into it then I serve it to the kids and Nasara. "Nice plan Meenah" I patted my back. "Maybe I should just make it five cups, so they all should die, minus Naasar because he seems nice and Neenah's heart is going to be broken if she gets to know that her darling twin poisoned her 'BOYFRIEND' oh no he's not her boyfriend, but she actually like him.

Ya Allah...I can be a serial killer when I'm bored and nervous.

Since this is gonna be a long night and if I keep on thinking I might end up doing something illegal. I decided to go back to my room and I made sure I locked the door. I started playing temple run on my phone since I was very bored.

The game became boring and I clicked on instagram. Something flashed through my mind.

The Clumsy.

Curly haired

With a Dimple

And Dark chocolate orbs.

Unforgettable eyes.

Mesmerizing smile.

Adil Abdullah.

And then unconsciously a smile slid onto my face as I  opened his Instagram page.

This is gonna be a long night...

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Hello dear fellas!
What a long time without an update. Well I have an explanation before y'all cut off my head and feed it to the lions. Lol 😂

Well I've been sooo extra busy with school and other stuff....I wanted to update immediately after my last exams but...writers block was so stubborn, I couldn't get to write anything😕 I'm really so sorry for leaving you guys hanging. And for that you gotta get a bonus chapter. You guys should get ready, coz the bonus chappy is gonna have a whole lot of emotions, and so much of Naasar and Neenah, so get your hanky's and a blanket.😎

I haven't been getting votes as comments to meet my expectations so maybe that's why I get discouraged anytime I want to write something which leads to writers block. So please and please give me some support and I promise we can get through this!🙂

This chapter is dedicated to my friend RisforRachael
Coz she can plug my eye balls out and feed them to her dog and change my exam results to F's if I don't update anytime soon😂😂

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