Immediately I was done with my class, I walked in fast pace down the stairs. Anwar was waiting for me outside, the boy is actually amazing and we are really bounding very well.



"Chuchu!" I heard Anwar yell his annoying new nickname for me. "Don't call me that" I snapped while seating in his brand new car. It was a generation rolls Royce. Seriously how rich is this boy?, for a student this car is too expensive for him.



"Let's go!, we'll be late. I need to see my brother win!" He said as soon as he ignited the car.



"Win what?, wait where are we heading to?" I asked.



"My brother is racing for the first time since five years. So I have to be there to watch him wiofficialal" Anwar said, he looked extremely excited.



"Isn't that dangerous?" I asked.



"Yeah, my brother's rule in life is 'Don't Lose, die doing it', you see?" He said.



"That's dumb!" I said and Anwar chuckled wh

He walked over to me with a smile on his face, he held my hand lovingly while tucking me in bed. I smiled back at him while holding unto his hand tightly "I miss you so much Heza" I he said before vanishing into thin air.



"Tariq!!!" I yelled the minute I sat back on the bed. It was the same nightmare and he keeps telling me he misses me.



"Tariq I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shoot you. It was a mistake" I mumbled with tears cascading down from my eyes. I walked to the bathroom and performed ablution. When I came out I laid a mat and sat on it pouring my heart out to Allah. "I need to begin my fast, I need to attain for my sins" I mumbled to myself while staring at the clock which read 4:44AM, I still had time to eat sahur. I'm going to begin my sixty days fasting for taking a soul, it's part of Islam and it must be done.



I walked to the kitchen and made tea and then gulped it down.

I glanced at myself through the mirror that was glued on the salon wall. My hair looked amazing and it suited me beautifully.



"Could you braid it backwards?" I said to the woman who stood behind me with a comb in her hand.



"Sure" she responded while un braiding the hair which she immediately brought to the back, perfect. I watched how slowly she braided, getting every inch and side right. Not leaving a single hair to fly above the braided one, she knew her job very well. Amazing.



"Thank you" I smiled at her while clutching my bag to my shoulder. "Where do I pay?" I asked and she directed me to a cashier who stood behind a table, munching on a nut cookie.



"Here it is" I passed her the money in my hand and she collected it with a smile on her face.



I walked out and I immediatly sighted Anwar sleeping in the car with his face cap covering his face. "Anwar" I banged on the win

Immediately I was done with my class, I walked in fast pace down the stairs. Anwar was waiting for me outside, the boy is actually amazing and we are really bounding very well.



"Chuchu!" I heard Anwar yell his annoying new nickname for me. "Don't call me that" I snapped while seating in his brand new car. It was a generation rolls Royce. Seriously how rich is this boy?, for a student this car is too expensive for him.



"Let's go!, we'll be late. I need to see my brother win!" He said as soon as he ignited the car.



"Win what?, wait where are we heading to?" I asked.



"My brother is racing for the first time since five years. So I have to be there to watch him wiofficialal" Anwar said, he looked extremely excited.



"Isn't that dangerous?" I asked.



"Yeah, my brother's rule in life is 'Don't Lose, die doing it', you see?" He said.



"That's dumb!" I said and Anwar chuckled while parking Infront of a crowded place with rfacers set to race.



"Right on it, let's go" Anwar sa

Chapter 25