𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙖-𝘼 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

"Congratulations!" was all I heard from everyone around me.

Hamza had just graduated from high school which was a big acheivement for him since now he could go to McMaster, and take over Atif's place in movies.

I had stopped going in movies a lot and only took roles every once in a while, when Atif permitted it really.

I stared at my son smiling wildly at me and Atif who had bothered to show up. I guess Sophia and him had a fight.

He grabbed his diploma and smiled for a picture, almost everything about him was Atif the only thing he has that includes me is his eyes and personality.

"I'm so proud of you son!" Atif said hugging Hamza tightly. Hamza smiled and said "Thank you father," He then turned to me, his smile dropping a little. He nodded at me and said "Mother," After Atif realized that Hamza and I were getting closer and he wasnt like him, he made Hamza hate me.

He lied to him about me not wanting him in the first place which caused my own son to want to get away from me.

It hurt really badly, but again I kept quiet cause I had a bigger plan in motion.

I smiled at my son "I'm very proud of you Hamza, keep up the good work!" I could see a hint of something in his eyes as he nodded and turned to his friends.

"Dude we did it!" Derek said jumping up and down, Derek and Hamza were friends ever since kindergarten, never once did Derek use Hamza for mine and Atif's popularity.

Next was Adam, he was also really nice and never used Hamza for his connections to us. "We did it," Adam said lightly not believing it himself.

The 3 started talking while Atif silently watched. Once he had enough he decided to bud in, "alright! I think we should celebrate." The boys all nodded and started planning where they could go, without Atif.

I would have laughed at his very sunken and angry face. Guess he didn't like the fact that Hamza wanted to celebrate his victory without him.

"Actually, my son Hamza has a party today in his honour." That caught hamza's attention as he turned around to face Atif with a puzzled expression. "You did?"

Much like me, Hamza doesn't like surprises. "Of course! No better time to enter movies then right now!" At that, hamza's face blanked. He blinked at Atif twice before muttering "I'll talk to you about it later."

And then he motioned for derick and Adam to follow him. Atif watched him go with a angry expression on his face. Before he could show however, a parent tugged on his shirt.

He turned around with a stiffness I knew wasn't good. "Oh my goodness it is! It's Atif! Sir im a huge fan! Can you sign my shirt?" The parent said practically jumping up and down.

Atif was about to say something when he suddenly remembered that it wasn't me he was talking to, it was a fan. He quickly composed himself and then signed the fans shirt.

The fan then got me to sign the shirt to which I did, I also took a picture with them.

"Atif have you ever thought that maybe Hamza doesn't want to be in movies?" Me and Atif were sitting in front of a fireplace in his room, it was bitter cold outside so resting in front of the fireplace wasn't so bad.

What was bad, was my question apparently. "Why would you suggest that? What would he want to be then? A fucking carpenter?"

I rolled my eyes without him seeing him. "Not a carpenter, but..anything else?" Unlike me, Atif's whole family comes from movies so of course to him being an actor as a career was something he expected his family to do.

That's the whole reason why he married me, because I was the top actress. And now he expects his son to also go into the Hollywood industry, but the thing is what if Hamza doesn't want to? I haven't forgotten about my son obviously, I love him to death. But I hadn't ever thought about the fact that maybe he doesn't want to be an actor.

"Out of the question Rayyana, Hamza will be a star just like me." I sighed and looked at the flames "did you just sigh at me?" I winced knowing that I had to put on a lot of makeup for the party...

"Thank you!" I said putting yet another gift on our large table. Apparently, Hamza graduating and becoming a famous actor meant he had to be awarded with a damn car. No joke, the keys were in my hands.

I looked up at the staircase waiting for either Atif or Hamza to descend down the stairs but to no avail. I couldn't believe that I was dressed before the boys were. "Rayyana!" I groan and put on my fake smile. 

"Mrs. Martinez! So glad you could make it!" I say to Adam's mom. She was fake as fuck and she didn't hide it. Like now as she was eyeing the rows of presents behind me. "Wow, I see Hamza has gotten a few treats..." 

I rolled my eyes, if theres something about the entertainment industry I've learned, it's being nice gives you nothing in return. "Obviously, its his party isn't it?" Sensing my distaste Mrs. Martinez sashayed off while Adam gave a thumbs up at me. 

A hand snaked around my waist, and the familiar stench of perfume made me flinch. Not just because of Atif himself, but because his hold on me was so tight. 

"It's time for my speech," He whispered kissing me on the cheek. It took me everything to not wipe my cheek and then put Clorox on my face. Everyone congratulated Atif as he walked to the stage dramatically. 

"Attention everyone!" Everyone-who were already looking at him- looked at each other to see who wasn't looking in the first place. "My son. Hamza, has graduated from high school with a honor roll!" Everyone clapped and cheered. 

"And, my son has decided to continue my legacy by joining in movies and rocking the hell out of them!" Everyone cheered louder, while I looked across at Hamza's friends who weren't cheering. 

Just as soon as Atif stopped smiling, Hamza had gone onto the stage. He looked very angry as he stared at Atif. "No father, I don't want to be an actor. I want to chief of police!" Everyone gasped at the announcement while I smiled, proud of my son for taking a stand. 

Atif nervously glanced at the crowd "Haha Hamza! you're so funny!" Hamza rolled his eyes "Not laughing." Everyone was whispering and when eyes went onto me, I groaned and went onto the stage. 

"Alright, maybe we can resolve this not here?" Hamza looked at me in a way I couldn't describe. "Oh right, of course you say that." I smiled and composed myself, not in the mood to be all over Instagram and Twitter. 

"Alright everyone, party's over out." Everyone mumbled swear words as they all started leaving. 

I turned to my husband and son  who were glaring at each other. 

With a sigh, I turn and leave not excited for the storm awaiting.