be strong, he knew he had to be. His eyes were perched on the floor when he walked into the room, but he could feel Abbi's eyes on him, which he refused to

't make it to the next hour. He gulped down the lump in his throat and shook his head to push away those thoughts from his mind. "How

with a teasing tone attached to his lips and Hammad wanted to scream his lungs

cry, Abbi. I'm just a bit tired and you know how my body gets when that happens." He said and looked away from his eyes. He could never l

opped midway and chuckled painfully, "I forgot you said that you didn't cry. Because you're tried. If it was me, no one would even notice that, beca

blood to the other parts of his body. "Abbi," he whined and palmed his face, no matter how much he wanted to

n a deep breath and looked up to find the loving eyes of his father staring at him

deserve to at least be called a man, Abbi?" He whined and felt so light at heart. If only it would always be the same, with Abbi teasing him and him

are of. You're still my boy, okay?" They chuckled at the same time and Hammad t

ud of you, Hammad." That made him smile and he nodded his head. Abbi got the news o

o imagine what I'm capable of when I actually try so hard." He flipped his imaginary hair and tha

meone like you?" Abbi asked casually and Hammad stared at him with a confused look that made him smile. "You don't expect me not to know t

someone that will have you bothered, Abbi. I wonder who tells yo

company but Hammad, humanity first, okay?" Hammad was trying to speak when he softly cut him off, "And it's okay to let her win somedays, she

y the great Idris Labo, honestly. But you shouldn't worry yourself about her, I can take care of her with just my words." He rolled his eyes absent-mind

ack into our places. Your life may be in her hands one day and we both k

she's a doctor,

ain coated in his laughter to go unnoticed by Hammad. "You need to see how Abdu was cryi

's not as funny as you're making it sound, Abb

red the entire day." It wasn't until now that he re

father's eyes and he spent a few minutes staring into them. He wanted to take up his face into his soul for the last time,

until he felt the way his father's arms encased him into his body and despite giving himself the pep talk about not crying when th

bbi," he cried and felt as

too, my boy." They cried into ea

glad that after having that hurtful day, she had two more days to relax and rest with the absolute love of h

and eat." That's Musa, her step father. Or rather, her adoptive father, however Nazli wanted to put it. She hated how he t

rd the pain in Abla's voice as she asked him. She knew she loved this man that clearly no longer cared

up even before she said a word and he didn't notice Yusrah was there until she stood on his way, trying as much as she co

made it clear to her everyday that they were just her adoptive parents and if not because i

sked with venom in his voice an