Next Day, Jamil woke up feeling like his heart had grown a pair of wings n taken flight.
He smiled, something he never used to do in the morning...every morning used to be a disaster, every day felt nastier than the last. He remembered the days when the only happiness he ever got was from the venom of a needle. Some messed up sh*t.
He thought of his upcoming wedding. How much should he spend? Five grand tops, he thought. He would hire her a limo to drop her off..he had to make it special!
He threw back the covers and got dressed, then kissed his mum goodbye and went to pick up Ma'ha to go home hunting.
Growing up in an estate, Jamil knew that he wanted his kids to grow up anywhere
but a block of flats...so they would find a home.
Before Jamil's father died tragically, he had left Jamil and his mother his life's savings - a mighty 7 digit number - but they rarely touched them, his mother insisting they will only be used come the time Jamil needed them for the sake of building a family - other than that, she worked sometimes, and Jamil now had a job offer in the business industry.
'
Alhamdulilah.' He felt tears almost well up in his eyes. He'd been saved by his lord, out of his love and mercy.
7.pm, later that day, in Halal Nandos.
'
Jamil, I jus wanna say how happy I am that you picked me...I mean, im kinda totally sure you're gonna make the perfect Dad...and we picked a gorgeous house. '
This was the truth. Ma'ha loved their new semi-terraced house in the heart of London. She was sure their kids would have the best upbringing there.
IM SO SORRY I COULDNT FINISH THE REST I RLLY HAD 2 GO :/ LOOL MY MUM PRACTICALLY PULLD ME OF THE THING...
SORRY TO DISAPOINT
