**”Bismillahir rahmaanir raheem”
-in the name of Allah, The Most Gracious, The Most Merciful-**
“You can come inside after 5 minutes beta. Let me just tell khalla to stay in the room” abdullah instructed hanzalah as they pulled up in their driveway after fajr salaah with nick in the back seat.
Neither abdullah nor hanzalah asked nick anything. They were as friendly and welcoming as they possibly could.they didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable and neither did they want him to feel like they were just nosy and wanted to know all his business. So they left him to be.
Somewhere across the town there was major havoc going on.
The party was stopped as soon as the cops arrived and everyone tried to flee from nicks house. Some managed to get away whilst others were taken in the back of a police van.
The house was raided. They didn’t have to look far cos all the evidence of illegal activities were strewn around the house.
The house was a stinking, rotten mess.
Tasha and tom had to cut their weekend vacation short and took the first available flight back home.
Tom was beyond embarrassed and tasha was fuming at first.
But soon, her anger subsided and turned into worry for her son. Where was he and how far down had he gone?
How did he manage to get himself into all of this?
Why did he do this to himself when he had everything that every child had ever dreamed of.
They sat in silence for most of the morning and allowed the policeman to do their job.
Tashas head was spinning and her eyes were blood shot from all the crying.
Usually tom would sit by and console her. But today he just needed time alone to think of what was actually going on. How was he going to fix all of this?
His house that he had spent so much of money, time and effort into making a home, was ripped of ever being a home. This house to him was becoming a disaster.
He always wished to settle down and have a family of his own one day, and when he fell in love with tasha, he honestly thought he would be able to accept her with all access luggage. But it was times like this when he regretted his choices in life the most. He wished that he could turn back the hands of time and start afresh. But this was fate. His fate. A disastrous fate. And he would have to deal with it one step at a time.
For now the first thing to do was to find nick. No doubt they would be termed as ‘the neglectful couple of the town’ for leaving their teenage son all alone for an entire weekend. And he hated the fact that it was his idea in the first place.
The police wouldn’t file a case for a missing person as it was not longer than 24 hours as yet that nick was missing.
Nicks phone was still laying on his bed, but unfortunately it was useless because the battery was dead and when they did charge it and switched it on, it had pin codes which they didn’t know.
Tom was beginning to get frustrated at tasha who just cried instead of making some effort to find her son.
He felt like leaving her in her missing and booking himself somewhere far away until all this was over.
But that would just make him a coward. And that was not what tom was in the least.
So instead, he took a deep breath in and walked towards the kitchen where he rinsed the kettle and filled it with clean water from the kitchen sink and switched it on to boil while he prepared two mugs with tea bags and sugar. The only way to get through this would be to clear their heads with a good cup of tea and to start at the very beginning….
Maaf for delay in posting.been busy. Pls make special for my brother who’s really ill at the moment and in hospital.
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