Mohammed knocked on the door to enter the house. After a short while, his little sister opened the door. She was surprised and told him that this was the first time he had brought a friend home. Mohammed felt embarrassed and told her to be quiet, asking their mother to clear the way so they could go to his room and study. Then, Mohammed and Osama entered the room.
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Mohammed and Osama
Osama: "Why didn't you tell me you have such a beautiful sister? She's really cute."
Mohammed: "Shut up, or I'll kill you! I didn't bring you here to stare at my sister, you idiot."
Osama: "Don't be so harsh! Introduce me to her, come on! I'm your friend, after all."
Mohammed: "Say one more word, and I'll kick you out of the house, you perverted fool."
Osama: "Why are you so mean? Aren't we friends? Haha, okay, okay, I might have gone too far again. It seems like I always go overboard with my jokes."
Mohammed: "Alright, let's start studying. Which subject should we begin with?"
Osama: "Which subject do you struggle with the most?"
Mohammed: (remained silent for a moment) "I'll tell you, but don't be shocked… I don't understand anything except for sports, history, and geography."
Osama: "Damn you! You only know sports?! How do you plan to pass, you troublemaker?"
Mohammed: "What are you saying? A well-mannered and respectful guy like me causing trouble? How dare you!"
Osama: "Alright, alright, you 'well-mannered' guy. Let's start studying."
Mohammed: "Alright."
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Days passed as Mohammed studied hard, balancing his time between school and the boxing gym. Finally, the time came for the exams. Would he be able to overcome this challenge and succeed?
That week was extremely difficult for Mohammed. As the saying goes, "You reap what you sow," and since Mohammed hadn't been diligent in his studies before, he faced significant difficulties.
After finishing all his exams, Mohammed left the school, walking along the road when he saw Asil and greeted her.
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Conversation Between Mohammed and Asil
Asil: "How are you?"
Mohammed: "I'm fine. And you?"
Asil: "I'm good, thank God. How was your exam? Did you do well?"
Mohammed: "To be honest, my answers were quite average. I just hope I don't get a bad grade. And you? How was your exam?"
Asil: "I hope you succeed. Try not to make the same mistake again. As for me, my answers were good, thank God. Oh, I just remembered—where's your friend, Osama?"
Mohammed: "Haha, don't worry about that study addict. He's fine. Are you heading home?"
Asil: "Yes, but why do you ask? Do you want to walk with me? 😒"
Mohammed: "No, no, I was just asking because I'm also heading home."
Asil: "Haha, I was just kidding! Just like Osama said, you look funny when you get angry. Haha!"
Mohammed: "I'm going to kill that chatty pervert. Alright, I won't waste your time any longer. Goodbye."
Asil: "Alright, take care of yourself."
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What neither Mohammed nor Asil expected was that three of their classmates were watching them from a distance, along with a boy who had a crush on Asil. It was clear that they were planning something. What were they plotting? Only time would tell.
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Mohammed's Return Home
After some time, Mohammed returned home, feeling very happy that he had finished his exams. The weekend was finally here. Once he was done with his chores, he went to have dinner with his mother and sister.
During dinner, Mohammed asked his mother, "Mom, why does Dad take so long to come home?"
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Conversation Between Mohammed and His Mother
Mother: "Because he works abroad, that's why he doesn't come home often."
Mohammed: "What kind of work does my father do?"
The mother fell silent for a moment, then answered, "When you grow up a little more, you will know what his job is."
Mohammed: "Why won't you tell me now? I'm already grown up—I'm 15 years old!"
Mother: "Trust me, my son. You will understand when the time is right."
Mohammed: "Honestly, Dad looks really strong. He seems like a wrestler or a bodyguard."
The mother laughed loudly. "Hahaha! Your dad, a wrestler or a bodyguard? Hahaha! Okay, okay, I think I laughed too much. But I'll tell you just one thing to satisfy your curiosity."
Mohammed: "Please tell me!"
Mother: "Alright, I'll give you a hint. I know you'll be very surprised if I tell you. Do you believe me?"
Mohammed: "Yes! You're my mother—of course, I believe you!"
Mother: "Alright. I told you that your father works abroad. That is true, but he also knows every step you, your sister, and I take. He knows everything about you."
Then, the mother gave Mohammed a chilling look, her expression serious as she said, "Your father knows everyone who used to bully you. But he didn't interfere. You know why, don't you?"
Mohammed: (shocked) "I… I know."
Mother: "Oh, and one more thing. You said your father looks like a fighter or a bodyguard, right?"
She smiled and added, "Your father is actually stronger than a thousand fighters and bodyguards combined."
Mohammed was utterly shocked by his mother's words. He had never seen her with such an expression before—she seemed like a completely different person. He also realized from her smile that she was silently telling him not to ask any more questions about this topic.
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The Little Sister Joins the Conversation
Little Sister: "Mommy, is Daddy really that strong? I love Daddy so much! I miss him! When will he come home?"
Mother: "Oh, my sweet girl! Your father will come home soon, and he'll play with you a lot."
Little Sister: "Yay! Yay! I can't wait to play with Daddy!"
Mohammed: "Alright, Mom. I've finished dinner. Thank you, it was really delicious. I'll go to my room now."
Mother: "Alright, you can go."
As Mohammed left, his mother watched him and muttered to herself, "What a sweet boy… He has grown up so much. He now knows when to ask questions and when to stay silent."
Suddenly, her eyes turned red, and a dark, murderous aura surrounded her. She gritted her teeth and said, "If it weren't for his own good, I would have crushed everyone who bullied him. Wouldn't I, my dear?"
A deep voice responded, "You knew I was listening, didn't you?"
She smirked. "How could I not know? I'm your wife, after all. But… was it really the right time to tell him all this? He's still young. Also, why did you tell him that you're watching over him? That sounds so embarrassing!"
The deep voice chuckled. "Oh, are you embarrassed in front of our son?"
She cleared her throat. "Ahem! Ahem! Enough nonsense! How could I be embarrassed by my own son?"
She then asked, "My dear, when will you come home? They miss you so much."
The deep voice replied, "I'll come home soon. But don't tell Mohammed anything more about me. I don't want to burden him too much."
She sighed. "Alright, my love..."