Mafia's Mistress

Chapter 10

United emirates,
Dubai,
1:00am
Iman

It was a very long flight to Dubai but Alhamdullilah we have arrived safely and are spending the night at a hotel since its too late to go to anyone's house to say I was jet lagged would be an understatement I need someone beauty sleep to remain handsome

I took a hot shower and bounced on my bed

Immediately my head hit the pillow I drifted to sleep....

10:00am
Zinatu

The house has been running helter skelter why you may ask cause apparently ammi's best friend is coming over and staying with us

And the worst parts are 1 they woke me up from my sleep 2 they added two bunk beds in our room as if we aren't that crowded and I know its all rahma's doing

I lazily got my ass to the bathroom and did my business after that I was looking for something to wear in 'our' closet

Is there a dress code cause guests are coming I asked my self but then shrugged

I grabbed a black tank top,a black jeans jacket and the last but not the least a high waisted black baggy jeans

I went to mirror and tied my waist-length jet black curly hair into a low bun the put on a turban

I was spraying my perfumes when I heard loud shrieks I rolled my eyes muttering

"Rahma will always be crazy" and went to the living room

"As salamualaikum" I said plaster a fake smile that no one noticed it was fake but sofi

"Oh my maa shaa Allah where did you get such a fine daughter" the fair skinned lady who I assume to ammi's best friend asked in her thick Italian accent..

"She isn't mine" she replied chuckling

I sat next to sofi and we chatted a bit with the ammi's best friend's daughter whose name is aira

Just then two voices were laughing and running down the stairs

"Guys be careful" Aira shouted

"Oh sis aira you worry too much for me I feel so important'' a twelve year old girl dramatically said putting her hands on her chest making me chuckle

I like this girl, said my inner self

" Oh ya Allah " she exclaimed forgetting about her friend ilham

"You are so beautiful maa shaa Allah, are you real" she asked walking slowly to me

"Yes I am real" I chuckled

"Wow maa shaa Allah are you perhaps the princess of Dubai cause no one can look this fine and not be a royalty" she said making everyone laugh including her mom

"Fatima most you embarrass me" her mom said

"Oh come on mom you did the same" aira said rolling her eyes making us laugh again

"No am not royalty am a typical Nigerian that got my looks from grandmother that is Arab" I said the girl named fatima

"I like your hair by the way" I said touching her brown hair

"Thanks can I see yours" she asked

"Sure but later in our room we might have someone barging into to the living room anytime fatimah" I said smiling