Chapter 26-

I throw a water balloon at him and he's caught off-guard, so it hits him fair and square in the face. It takes him a few seconds to realise it and I grab another fast, hitting him on the ear. "I'm gonna get you!" He laughs chasing we with full force and I run away. From the corners of my eyes, I watch him pick some and SPLASH! it landed on my back. Another hits me and I fall on the grass. He holds two up and attacks my face. I accidentally inhale the water and my head seemes like it was having its own party with Gamgam Style playing for a second. I cough out the water and pull Omar down while I go fetch more. I manage to grab two before he drags me away and I fall on the grass. I shoot one but miss and the other lands on his pants.

My hijab pin gets lost and in my defend to tie it properly, he fire shots at me and my body automatically shivers in cold.

Oh no you ain't happening! There's no way I'm quitting because of some cold.

NO PAIN. NO GAIN. NO FLU

I start running towards the cyclists and on my way, I take the frisbee and throw it at him. "You're cheating!" He screams and shoots the balloons without missing me. Did this guy attend some shooting school or what? I make it to the cyclists while sniffling and run like hell back to the bag of balloons when I don't see a free bicycle. I reach inside the bag and pick three. He picks the last two as I fire at him and oh ohh! I'm dead.

As an Ahmad, there's one thing we're good at, running! I run crazily away from him as he shoots one. It lands on the grass and I turn, chortling. "Ha! You missed lo-"

SPLAT!

The last one hits me flatly on my face. He starts laughing hard and I join him but stop when it comes. Here it comes...

KERCHOO!

Oh Crabs...

Have I told you that the Ahmads faint oftentimes and get flu when cold water touches our body severally? No? Oh yeah we do. When it comes to fainting, Yasmin is worst. As for flu, Abubakar and I have a master's degree in that aspect but mine is a bit worse because it continues for weeks. The perks of being an Ahmad.

I sneeze again and again, Omar comes to my side. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," *sneeze* "I just decided to show off my sneezing skills." *sneeze*

"Let's get back. You're sick."

"It was just a sneeze and if it's flu, I'm used to it. This," I gesture to everything that had happened. "Was worth it."

"Um.. Excuse me, can I take a picture with you." I lady approaches us, her eyes eating Omar like some pie. She intentionally touches her thigh, pretending to be wiping off sweat. She wore a supposed-to-be short skirt which she had turned into a miniskirt. We could all tell her bra was stuffed because they looked like they were about to blow up anytime soon. She wore a white transparent crop top which is the same length as her push up black bra. I'm a fashion designer so trust me when I say it's clearly not her boobs. She twirls the tip of her brown curly hair with her yellow painted nails and strangely smelled like fish. Her bright red painted moustache cos I swear it isn't only her lips that looks painted red.

She looks like she had a wild night, recovered from a hangover and decided to say, 'Oh there's Omar Malik, let me try my pop the stuffed bra magic on him.'

He looks at me and we both have the same expression that screams 'WHAT THE FLYING LEMURS!'

"Yeah, sure." He gives in and she practically shoves those things against his chests and pecks him before taking the picture. She leaves a bright red lipstick mark on his cheek which makes me laugh.

She glares at me and I glare back. She throws him a sweet smile and asks for his number. "You know his wife is seven feet away from you right?"

"No one was talking to you bozo." She snaps. Omar opens his mouth to talk back but I beat him to it.

"Says the one with an over pumped balloon. Honey I don't want to insult you but we all know that you slept with the fisherman next door. Do you even know the difference between you and a walrus? One has a moustache and smells of fish and the other is a walrus. So please don't rub your awful fish smell on the star." I smile, then it gets ruined by a sneeze on her face.

"Eww! That's so... Uh!" She walks off, wiping her face with her hands.

"Congratulations, you're the first slut to contact the Ahmad's special flu. It's gonna keep you company!" I shout as she walks off.

Omar bursts out into laughter.

"You just read my mind especially when you said The Star." He purses and smirks. "You know you're not wrong there."

"I was talking about myself stupid!"

"We both know who the real star is. Anyways where were we? Oh yes, I'm not taking that risk of being titled the worst business partner ever because you got sick." He says.

I laugh and sneeze, more like sneeze-laugh at him. "You long got that title."

"How?" He folds his hands over his chest and purses his lips.

"That time I asked you to drive me to work and you refused, burnt the toast, locked me in a room, made me wash your hair using your stupid method, faked a broken arm, made me massage your feet and made me go half way across town just to get your favorite black coffee and when I came back, what happened? You said you didn't like it because they added a pinch of sugar in it. I had to go back twice!" Don't even ask a question about the coffee stuff.

"And that's how to be the perfect fake husband! Sh*t no one heard right?"

"Ask yourself because all I heard was, 'And that's how my brain is in the... KERCHOO!"

"In the sneeze?" He teases.

"Shut up!" I hit him and go back to the food. "I missed you babies." I whisper taking a bite of the waffles. I send it to belly paradise with a cold glass of exotic banana juice. Wait! Holy flying bananas what?

I throw the juice away fastly and calm my throat with a bottle of water. Yes, I drank the whole bottle of water, my hatred for bananas extends that far. "What is wrong with you?" He questions and takes a sip of his banana juice, licking his lower lips slowly. Oh that's me imagining it in a slow motion.

"What is wrong with you?" I question back looking at him in horror. He furrows his eyebrows. "Why are you drinking a banana juice? Who packed it? You!" I shift away from him.

"Yeah and what's bad about that?"

"Everything. They even have the same first letters. Bananas are Badnanas."

"No they're not." He argues back.

"They are... KERCHOO...KERCHOO!"

"They're sneezes again." He holds his sides as he laughs mockingly.

"Don't... KERCHOO!"

"Don't sneeze? Don't worry.... I won't." He says in between the laughter and I blow him with my fist. Not too hard, but hard enough to make him fall.

"That would teach you to never mess with me ever again!" I grit my teeth and walk off. I get into his car and wait for him to meet me. He gets everything in the trunk and enters the car. "I think you left a scar. Don't make that mistake again, okay?" He points to the light pinkish shade on his abs. Yep! He walked around without a shirt, kept claiming that it's hot. It's summer, we get it! But don't be like that walrus whore and use that as an excuse to show off.

"If you really want to know about mistakes, you should ask your parents."

He doesn't reply but drives us home and as soon as I get in, I find a sweater. I'm literally freezing and that's sign two that I'm going to have flu but whatever. I put on a cap and wrap a blanket over my body.

Omar sits next to me and says, "Since we both know I'm the hottest person here." Is he quoting Twilight? Too cold to think.

"Why don't you just hop into my arms, I'll keep you warm."

"Why don't I just hop a brain into your head? Oh it won't fit, a brain is too big for your head so I guess I'll have to live with a dummy for the next five months."

"You just hurt my ego." He puts his hand on his chest dramatically.

"The next thing I would be hurting is your face." I threaten and lean back on the couch. He goes out and later returns with a shirt.

"Get up, we're going to the hospital." He commands.

I shake my head in denial. He lets out a frustrating groan. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Why are you so pushy? I shoot back. "And I experience this often, isn't a big deal and remember rule 5, no special treatments."

"We can pass this." He says. "Breaking a rule Miss goody goody two pants won't hurt." He rolls him eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere." I stubbornly respond.

"Don't make me go for plan b." He threatens.

"And that's?"

"This!" He lifts me up with the blanket around my body. I feel his hands below my butt as I rest on his shoulder. "You're such a butterball." He says. I wriggle my legs so he drops me but he doesn't, instead I'm shoved into the back seat of his car and locked. He gets in the front seat and turns on the heater and that does the trick. He scolds on how heavy I'm and gives me tips on how to lose weight, on our way to the hospital. I completely ignore him not because I want to but I'm too weak not too.

On our way from the hospital, he stops at a costume store and it's still a couple of weeks from Halloween. I'm too tired to ask him so I just go with the flow. Immediately we get home, he carries me in bridal style-after getting lame Kung-Fu skills from me- to our bedroom. He lays me on the bed and comes back with chicken nuggets, salad and hot soup. I smile at the smell of the tasty chicken but he literally slaughters my joy when he pushes the salad and soup my way. "What's this?" I pout my lips in distaste.

"What you're going eat." He sits next to me and help me up, he places a pillow behind my back and I rest comfortably. He turns on TV and we both-mainly my idea-go for a throwback Disney and drown ourselves in good old Hannah Montana that I so much want to meet. "I'm one of her biggest fans. Want to lock her up in a room and stare at her for eternity. She's crazy but I love crazy. One of my mega to-do list is to make a dress for her." I inform him. His lifts one of his eyebrows at me.

"You have a mega to-do list?"

"That's the only thing you grabbed out of all I said and yes I do, you got a problem with that?"

"Oh no, dork alert." He mutters the last part and I kick him. He picks up the plate of soup and brings the spoon to my mouth.

"Open up."

"No!"

"You're so stubborn I swear!"

"I'm not!"

"Then open up!" I give in and let him feed me but I don't finish it. He goes out and returns in a doctor's outfit. "How like me this way? hot and smart." He taps on the frame of the fake glasses.

"So you just admitted that you weren't hot before." I simper, earning a glare. "Of course I'm not just hot and smart. I'm THE hot and smart man." He puts his hands in the air, emphasizing how great he thinks he is.

"Now open up little sick whale and let the...what do whales eat again?"

"Wow! What a smart doctor." I roll my eyes.

"Yeah yeah, and let the fishes in."

He shoves the fork down my throat, yes you heard me right. He shoved it down my throat because his eyes were glued to the screen throughout the time, turns out that he's more of a Hannah person than I'm and yeah, a doctor.

"And you say I'm childish." I smirk at him but he just shushes me. He whispers the song so I don't hear him.

"This isn't childish and I was just keeping you company." He denies.

"By trying to poke my throat? It's like you're feeding me the fork not salad."

"It's called helping. At least it's better than Spongebob."

"Oh you did not just say that, that's like one of the greatest cartoons ever! Why can't you just accept that?"

"I'm the sexiest man you've ever met, why can't you just accept that?" He sticks his tongue out childishly.

I huff at his cockiness. "You wish but I'm sure you're the most egocentric man I've ever met."

"And you're the most stubborn woman I've ever met." Am I really stubborn? Nah.

"I'm just a woman who sticks firmly to her decisions."

"You see! You can't even accept that you're stubborn."

I hiss at him and he warns. "Don't do that again princess." Inching his face closer.

"Or else?" I challenge him by glaring back at him as my face draws closer to him.

KERCHOO!

I sneeze right on his face and he stares at me bewildered. He just got it too.

You're officially an Ahmad.

He runs to the bathroom and washes his face. When he comes back, he wipes his face with a little towel and settles next to me, not even saying a word.

After what seems like eternity of silence, I speak up. "I didn't mean that. Sorry." I apologise and he doesn't reply. He glares at me and as he opens his mouth to talk.

KERCHOO!

"You need soup?" I offer as I pick the remaining plate of soup.