Chapter 158: All Alone
3 YEARS LATER.
“Inna Lillahi Wa Inna Ilayhi Rajioon,” (Surely to Allah we belong and to Him we will all return.)
Upon reciting this, I could feel a darkness attaching fetters to not only my soul but also my mouth so I won’t break into a miserable sob.
Those chains restricted me strictly from crying as I glanced at my brothers who were silently crying at the grave before us.
“May Allah grant you a high place in Jannah (Paradise), Mother,”
Shifting to my one knee, I traced my finger at the wet soil, releasing an uncontrollable tear with shaky lips.
“Today I have lost my paradise too,”
Wiping it hastily, I stood up, inhaling sharply when I lost my Mother at the age of thirty two.
To my agonizing comment, Asad wiped his tears and glared furiously at me.
“We have lost our paradise,”
Smirking dryly as I suppressed my grief inside me, I turned to him with a hollowness coming to my hazel eyes.
“You still hold reasons to cling onto life, no?”
“Not our fault if you can’t take a step forward, life goes, don’t hold regrets in the end,” Asad added coldly, standing beside me and folding his arms at his chest.
Certainly passing years had purloined the shine he once had, the man who used to be the light of our home was lost in the midst of time.
“Will you stop being so harsh towards me, at least today, Asad?” I asked sorrowfully.
Deepening his frown, he opened his mouth to speak something until a painful cry reached our ears, stopping us instantly.
“Mother! Why did you leave us!?”
We both exchanged awkward glances and sighed in the end, knowing it was futile as we had another brother who needed us.
“Hey, it’s alright, Erhan, we are here for you,” I whispered softly, sitting beside him as we rubbed his back.
“Why do I always lose the people I love?” He cried, clutching her soil in his hands firmly, kissing it with tears endlessly rolling down.
No doubt all of us were utterly heartbroken, we were highly attached to our mother and losing her felt like losing our world.
“Well, life tests you with your most cherished possessions after all,” Asad added, pulling him in a hug to wail his anguish out and let it empty his heart.
Me and Asad exchanged compassionate looks and continued to hold Erhan, helping him to be soothed and be strong in this difficult phase.
Soon, everyone expressed their condolences and left.
Only three of us were left, staring at the grave in pure silence and anguish until the unwanted man came with a deadpan expression along with his men.
A growl came to our lips when he came with his emotionless light brown eyes and scattered brown hairs, ignoring us and walking to the grave.
“Why the fuck are you here, Sufiyan?” Erhan scowled.
“I have no intention of arguing with you here, Erhan. Shut the fuck up. I am here for my Khala’s (Mother’s sister) funeral,” Sufiyan cut him off dominantly.
Erhan was about to curse but we placed our hands at his shoulder to not start a fight here and let him mourn too.
With a ‘tsk’ sound, he got up and left as we stared at Sufiyan who also recited the same dua as mine and paid his condolences.
“Thank you for loving me like your own child. May your soul be granted a place in paradise, Ameen,”
When Erhan was gone, Sufiyan exhaled loudly from distress and relaxed his hardened features, curling his lips upwards sadly.
“May you guys get the strength to overcome this hard time,”
“Ameen,” Me and Asad added strictly.
“I will visit after a month, I have something important to discuss with you, Zaviyaar,”
“I know what that is,”
Flashing his dark smirk, he wore his shades and walked away, certainly forming a sign of a warning which alarmed me.
But, I was not in any mental state for an invasion or bath in a pool of blood.
Let’s see where that would lead us.
After a week of Mother’s funeral, I was all alone, as usual at home until my brothers came with a serious look which brought an empty smirk on my face.
“Zaviyaar,”
“Yes?”
“We would like to talk to you about something important,”
Asad spoke sternly because I knew Erhan could never utter those words to me.
“Yes?”
“It is not secret that this palace is fucking cursed and our only reason to keep it was Mother but now she is gone. Me and Erhan want our share of the Ruby Palace. Sell this damn place,” Asad spoke coldly, which was not a lie, I saw it coming long ago.
“What about our memories?” Yet I asked to piss him off.
“What memories? I don’t recall any good moments here.” They both growled at me.
Chuckling dryly at their reaction, I shook my head in disappointment.
“I see. If that is what you want, I expected this.”
“Good. Because it is time for us to lead our paths,”
Erhan attempted to speak firmly, making me feel proud to watch him becoming stronger.
“But do know that your brother is here for you, if you ever feel exhausted from life, do come to me,” I smiled purely, rising from my seat and was about to place my hand over their heads to bless them but something inside me stopped them.
What if they slapped my hand away? What if they won’t accept it?
I was not in any condition to face rejection from my only family left.
“Sure,” They hummed in an emotionless tone.
“I will deduct the property value and cut off the expenses of selling, we will probably gain 450 Millions each by a rough estimation, values are high for now,” Asad informed me. Wow, he was planning this for a while I guess.
“Fine, do whatever you want. Tell me where will you go?” I muttered, plopping back on the couch.
Laying there to cover my eyes with my arms, no longer bothering to listen to what they intended to do.
They had grown, they were capable enough after all.