Nabela Noor Home 소설 & 이야기

Noor quickly shook her head, and replied in a hoarse tone as she was crying. ' mujhe abhi ghar nahi jana, or Haris bhai ghar per nahi hain' ( I don't want to go home and anyways Haris is not at home) There were not many people in the cafeteria so it was not a big deal but Haya felt it best to take her home. ' Noor to hamare ghar chalo utho'. ( Noor I am taking to our home, get up) ' mujhe kisi k ghar nahi jana'

Nora's nanny immediately picked up his call. "Da Lao Ban," Sofia greeted. "Sof, where's Nora?" "Miss Muda is coloring. Do you want to talk to her?" "Yes, please, Sof. I want to video call with Nora." "Alright, Da Lao Ban." Sebastian switched the call to a video call, and soon, Nora's sweet face appeared on the screen. Nora immediately began to cry and throw a little tantrum, and tears welled up in her eyes. "Daddy! Nola wants to come home! Nola wants to be with Daddy! Nola doesn't want to be far from Daddy!"

So I stay invisible. "That young lady must be Naila, your oldest daughter. Am I right?" I stopped in my steps as the woman asked about me. My eyes widened in shock. How does she know? "Uh.... I'm sorry, we didn't recognise you." Mumma changed the subject. "Oh, you really didn't recognise me." She laughed. "Ofcourse, my husband comes more on TV than me. You must know him, Shabir Alam, Director of Alam group of companies." She said.

he said smiling " I am Riyan, nice meeting you all " "You live next to us in Sharma's house, house 106 is us. nice meeting you too I am Zyana " Zee introduced herself with a handshake "and she is Noori whose face got hit " "Why are you introducing me, I don't want a stranger to know about me" Noori complained still glaring at Riyan. "Cool down Noori it wasn't his fault and he is our neighbor," I said to slow the tigress " well I am Anam nice meeting you too buddy"

Zayn explained, adjusting his glasses as he continue to sign the papers after reading them. "Yes, Sir." With that, the man left Zayn to his own work. ° Nibaal is Mashhub's sister and is married two years ago but no luck of child while Nausheen is still going to medical school and is almost done with it and her fiancée is ready for her. "What are you kids talking about right now?" His mother's voice bellowed around the living since everyone is in shock and they couldn't talk, they just kept staring at the squirming couple.

The beautiful girl that hugged me from behind wore a knee-length fluffy skirt under a white loose shirt with a deep neck. "Noor," my face lit up at her sight and I removed her arms from my neck and brought them in front of me, taking her hands in mine. She had very long sharp nails that were painted an extremely eye-catching hot pink color. "You look tired, Abdullah." she pouted at me, running her hands through my hair, ruffling it. "I am. My wife–" I was cut off by her when she put a finger over my lips. "Don't call her that. She's not your wife and I won't accept her as one." Noor grumbled, moving away.

Nayla called. His friends went inside, Kevin and Jonathan were even more amazed when they saw the contents of Nayla's house. They did not expect that the contents inside were much more luxurious with all the super expensive items in it. It seems that Nayla's house has matched the house of Raffi Ahmad, who is often referred to as the sultan. "Wow, I'm sure all Nayla's things that are here if sold can buy another house," Jonathan muttered. "Your brains are outrageous, Jo," Nathan snapped.

I was going to be in Malaysia by Monday and hopefully I was going to come back with my wife by my side as she's supposed to be. ———————Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. ———————————Faryah's Apartment, Monday Morning . 8:00pm " Home sweet home Najmah" I called as I carried my baby and our bags into our beautiful peaceful home. My apartment was in the heart of Kuala Lumpur, with a great view of the city and peaceful neighbours. I was on the third floor. It was a nice three bedroom apartment, three toilets and bathrooms en suite. My room had a large closet, it was the masters bedroom so yes it had to have a large closet.

I told my mother's house help. Nusaiba is a 22-year-old girl from Zamfara whom my mother took in as her house help after the demise of her father due to a serious illness. My mother loved her so much and took her in like her own daughter. Since my mother loved her so much for her hard work and truthfulness, I sponsored her education from primary school until her university. She's currently a second-year student at the University of Lagos, studying Political Science and International Relations. My mother's love for Northern women is something else; ranging from their dressing to their simple ways of life and beauty. Maybe it's because she was raised in the North by Northern Nigerian parents.

As if on cue, Nabi appeared at the top of the stairs, her steps quiet, hands folded neatly in front of her. “Alpha. Luna,” she said with a bow of her head. “Do you need anything before I retire?” she asked and I started to shake my head: Blake blinked at her, clearly trying to place the new face. She looked at me, and I stepped in. “This is Nabi. I just mentioned her a few moments ago. She's my mother’s housekeeper, but she’s staying on with us while we’re here.” Nabi nodded again, her expression polite, distant too, but respectful.