Chapter 1-(Part 2)
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Out of here immediately,"😤😡
Fatima commanded, pointing toward the exit.
Fatima went near her in an attempt to move her back. But when she tried to touch her, she flinched away.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"What?"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"How can she follow you, and you let her come here?"
Oman
"She was hungry, so I didn't say anything,"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Are you out of your mind? If someone came to know, they would not give a single thaught before calling troops over here,"
Then Fatima looked at the bread in her hands, which the girl was clutching tightly to her chest.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She already has bread."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"How could you say she is hungry?"
Fatima asked; she was angry now.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
( How could he be so careless? )
Oman said nothing and walked past Fatima and stood in front of the hazel-eyed girl.
He extended his hand to give her the plate of food.
Nameless Girl
*looked at him*
She looked at Oman with doodling eyes and took the plate from him. Her stare was intense, void, and hollow inside. They held each other's gaze. His breath was taken away. For a good ten seconds.
Coming to his senses, he took a step back and gave her one last look before storming into his room.
Fatima followed behind him.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Oman, listen. Don't ever do that again. You're already in danger. Don't look for any more trouble,"
Fatima said in a worried tone.
She cared for her elder brother very much, and looking at how he believed in people made her irritated sometimes.
Oman
"Don't worry, it won't happen again,"
He said, pulling out a dagger from beneath a mattress and checking its blade.
Oman
( It needed to be sharpened. )
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"Whatever, you won't listen to me anyway,"
She said, folding her arms near her chest like a little girl showing her anger.
Oman was sharpening the blade on the rock. It was a legendary dagger and he had used it in many wars along with his heavy sword. He was always brutal when it came to fighting. He spared no one and was undefeated in combat.
He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice Fatima sitting beside him.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"That girl, is she mute? Because when I questioned her about her family, she didn't utter a word. Neither did I hear a sound come out of her mouth."
Fatima was deep in thought.
Oman
"Perhaps, but I don't think so,"
Oman said while checking his blade to see if it was sharp enough.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I wanted to give her some clothes. Her skirt was torn, and now I actually feel bad for shouting at her."
Fatima has a soft side, even though she tries to become cold outside.
Oman
"Don't think too much, Fatima,"
He said, looking at her sad face.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I don't want some dirty men to harass her."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"I wanted to give her something appropriate to wear, but she ran away."
Oman
"She ran away again?"
He asked, but he wasn't even a little bit surprised.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"What do you mean again?"
Fatima narrowed her eyes at Oman.
Oman
"I saw her many times in the streets. Whenever she saw me, she used to run after me. Today she chased me till our home,"
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She doesn't have a family."
Oman
"I don't know Fatima,"
He said, taking a deep breath.
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"It didn't seem she has someone to look after her."
Fatima (Oman's Sister)
"She was cute, though, and innocent too,"
Fatima remembered her facial features, like those of a princess. Her eyes were the most attractive; they caught Fatima's attention. Fatima wanted to help her anyway.
Oman was doing his work, but his mind wandered to her. She doesn't talk much; however, she speaks with her eyes.
Her gaze always pierced through his heart with her sadness. A little girl who was fighting with people alone was really scary.
He had seen her many times, jumping here and there like a butterfly. He helped her by giving her something to eat whenever they crossed paths.
Maybe that's why she used to chase him. After taking something to eat from Oman, she used to run away. He always wonders how she survives.
He wasn't interested in her, but there was something... weird. which makes her interesting. After thinking for a while, he pushed his thoughts to the back of his head.
She doesn't remember much, but on that fateful day, she got separated from her father. Her father went into the crowd and never came back for her. She tried to look for her dear father right there, around a bakery.
She spent days in front of the bakery, sitting by the side of the street. She had no guardian to provide her shelter. Then days passed and the weathers came and went. To fill her stomach, she started stealing food.
She still roams around that bakery, waiting for her father. In hope that he will come back someday and take her home-she still held out a tiny shred of hope.
She was treated like a princess in her own home, however she became a homeless girl, and people think of her as a thief.
She didn't had another choice, wasn't at a fault. If they wanted to call her a thief, they can- - gladly. People were cruel to her and no one ever sympathized with her.
After meeting Oman, she instantly started admiring him. She desperately wanted his attention. She didn't know why it happens but one glance at him, and she felt butterflies in her stomach.
Author
Sorry guys, I know it's very lame and boring but this is just the start of the story with a lot of introduction and other stuff.
Author
But I promise in the future you will enjoy this story 😜
Author
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