Ammarah's POV



Here with me- Susie Suh



I watched as Rayyan's call ended and inwardly groaned. As much as I want to answer his calls, I also want to pay attention to this man's class so I ignored Rayyan's call even when all I want to do is walk out and answer it.



It's been two weeks since I last saw him. Things have been stressful for us. Rayyan has to take care of his shop and at the same time find my parent. I on the other hand is under the pressure of school and the hawk eyes of my mother.



She still hosts events, her friends still come and she still goes out, but now she comes home early. Immediately she steps into the house, she ask of me. It was almost as if she's scared, scared that she'll wake up one day and not find me or come home the other and hear I ran away.



But I wasn't going anywhere, not until Rayyan find them that is. And even if I'm leaving, i will inform he

AMMARAH'S POV



In the middle of the night- Elley Duhé



I walked into the house with such a huge smile it felt illegal to have this much joy when everything else seems to be falling apart. In my hand was the canvas we started painting with Rayyan.



He insisted on me finishing the last touch of the painting even when I tried to convince him otherwise. So far, the painting is a masterpiece and I don't want to ruin it. Rayyan manages to incorporate such intense emotions in his paintings, one thing I seem to lack. Having a connection with something.



I didn't even have a connection with my dad until weeks before he died then found out he's my foster father. See, no connection at all.



I was at the foot of the stairs struggling between my bag strapped across my chest and the canvas in my hands when I heard foot steps. I looked up and saw my mom.



"Ammarah" She said tightly ascendin

Ammarah's POV



Pashmina- Amit Trevedi



After praying asr, we left the house with Rayyan trailing behind us. He had assured me that my parent would be found and I will be home.



I almost wanted to ask him if he feels the peaceful sheet that covers us while we talk. Right here, at the side of the road. I wanted to ask him if he sees the soft rays that circles us, the gentle aura that glows between us.



I wanted to tell him how I want to find my parent but not really my home. Because home was him, home only felt right with him.



But I didn't, I had nodded and thanked him then turned and reluctantly walked to meet Rahma as we hailed the taxi and drove home.



Rahma looked at me from her side of the car and smiled "You're smiling" She pointed out



I looked at her "And?



"It's Rayyan" She added



I rolled my eyes "No it's not"



"You two like each other" She said again as I tu

Ammarah's POV



Here with me- Susie Suh



I watched as Rayyan's call ended and inwardly groaned. As much as I want to answer his calls, I also want to pay attention to this man's class so I ignored Rayyan's call even when all I want to do is walk out and answer it.



It's been two weeks since I last saw him. Things have been stressful for us. Rayyan has to take care of his shop and at the same time find my parent. I on the other hand is under the pressure of school and the hawk eyes of my mother.



She still hosts events, her friends still come and she still goes out, but now she comes home early. Immediately she steps into the house, she ask of me. It was almost as if she's scared, scared that she'll wake up one day and not find me or come home the other and hear I ran away.



But I wasn't going anywhere, not until Rayyan find them that is. And even if I'm leaving, i will inform her forehand and there is nothing she can do to stop me.



After the class, I walked out and called R

Chapter 18