  &quot;But I didn t say anything wrong, Ya Fareed. You should ve said to him that, 'Mujaheed, try this soup, Nana made it but I stirred it for her when she was praying.  But the way you said it is an intellectual theft, Ya Fareeda! You violated my copyrights.&quot;
  At this point, Mujaheed couldn t keep his laugher anymore, because he knew if it was visible, they would ve already seen the flames of anger coming out of Fareeda's ears. &quot;Intellectual theft? Copyright? Nana I'll make sure to send you to your grave today!&quot; She strangled her and Nana kept screaming.
  Mujaheed laughed before he dropped down the plate and went to them, he peeled Fareeda s hands off Nana s throat and shook his head at her, &quot;What if she dies, Fareeda?&quot; He asked with a hint of laughter on his voice even though trying all he could to sound as serious as he could.
  She rolled her eyes before s

  &quot;What will you have for me in return?&quot; He asked and tenderly began to massage her feet while she smiled appreciatively at him.
  &quot;What will I give you? You have everything you need, a beautiful one included, but sorry,&quot; she pouted her lips, &quot;Her eyes doesn't work.&quot; She laughed at the expression he made because if anything, Fareeda knew he hated it when she made any comment about her eyes. 
  &quot;I've told you they re among the most beautiful things in your body. I've always loved your eyes. The first time I heard you told that nurse that you couldn t see without your glass I found it so hard to believe you until things kept happening that I had no choice but to believe what you ve said. But really, what I love the most in them is how they flash out your innocence, and of course, the honey color of your orbs.&quot;
  She smiled at him, it was times like t

  &quot;Come on, Nana, what is it?&quot; He laughed as he tilted Fareeda s head to his side, and when he did, she looked into his eyes. &quot;Tell me, Fareeda, does she have a boyfriend?&quot;
  Fareeda was about to speak when Nana screamed at the pitch of her voice, cutting her of guard. &quot;Ya Fareeda! Not even a word, remember your promise!&quot; She kept shaking her head at Fareeda and Mujaheed laughed so loud because he couldn t believe what Nana was hiding. &quot;And you, Ya Mujaheed, how can I have a boyfriend? I'm just 14 years old, that will be regarded as child abuse, isn t it, Ya Fareeda?&quot; She asked, and Fareeda laughed before she nodded her head.
  &quot;Yes, it would have been regarded to as child abuse if it didn't happen the other way round, don't you think, Nana?&quot; 
  &quot;Ya Fareeda!!!&quot; She whined at the pitch of her voice and stomped her feet on the flo

&quot;But I didn t say anything wrong, Ya Fareed. You should ve said to him that, 'Mujaheed, try this soup, Nana made it but I stirred it for her when she was praying.  But the way you said it is an intellectual theft, Ya Fareeda! You violated my copyrights.&quot;
  At this point, Mujaheed couldn t keep his laugher anymore, because he knew if it was visible, they would ve already seen the flames of anger coming out of Fareeda's ears. &quot;Intellectual theft? Copyright? Nana I'll make sure to send you to your grave today!&quot; She strangled her and Nana kept screaming.
  Mujaheed laughed before he dropped down the plate and went to them, he peeled Fareeda s hands off Nana s throat and shook his head at her, &quot;What if she dies, Fareeda?&quot; He asked with a hint of laughter on his voice even though trying all he could to sound as serious as he could.
  She rolled her eyes before she smacked her on her thigh, &quot;I ll just have to bury the idiot! Copyright, huh? I'll learn how

Chapter 52 33: Regret