He was furious.

Furious on that weird girl who yelled at him, humiliated him and top of that mocked him for being good for nothing. Yeah, Ryan was bad with kids especially his niece who hated him but that girl had no right to speak like that. He hated these kind of women who always had to rub their greatness in people's faces. He was never ever going for shopping!

As soon as he saw Hamida coming from the corner most aisle, Ryan was ready to exit that place. "Where the hell were you? And are your ears even intact, your child was crying and-"

"Take some deep breath. Calm down. I'm here." Hamida mischievously told him whereas, he only sufficed to glare at her as she put the things on the billing counter.

"Thank God" Ryan spoke as a matter of fact, "Because of you, I had to face such humiliation. Your daughter just hates me but I don't know why you always have to leave her with me."

Hamida gave a toothed smile as if he was telling her a joke. Now she would utter some rubbish about Ryan should become habitual of getting along with kids so as to prepare for his future. Means seriously?

For God's sake! 

"Okay, tell me what happened?"Hamida asked getting inside the car while carefully cradling Maira in her arms. He brought back the car's engine to life as Ryan again felt irritation boiling in his blood over that over-smart girl's behavior.

He told everything to Hamida and she listened to him as if it was not a big deal. Only he knew, what it was! Utter disappointment.

"Learn to be patient, Ryan. Now I'm really serious", maybe Hamida felt a need to reason over his cold gaze, "If you're always getting irritated on every single thing, how will you live your life peacefully?"

Ryan gave an empty chuckle, "Who wants peace, Hamida? You already know my only motto is money. And if there is money, there will be everything."

Ryan stated focusing on the road ahead of him. He never understood why his sister always had to prioritize peace, love and care when there were more important things in life to focus on.

Like money, fame, luxuries. Human didn't need to be so emotional. Life is a play of being practical. That was what he only learnt from his past.

It was not love or care which helped him when his parents died in a car accident. He was not wandering with his sister from one door to another in search of love, they were searching and begging for money and food. 

His sister took tuition of several students just to have some food in their house, to educate themselves. What would love be helpful here?

It was not love which he had to earn when the only girl he liked in his past rejected him due to his financial background. He had to earn money to come in level with her.

After all these things happening around, people still rooted for love and those silly feelings. But he couldn't. Ryan couldn't become fool behind those topics. He was intellectual, practical and knew what he wanted in his life.

"It's really strange for me, you still believe in all this rubbish." Ryan mockingly looked at his sister, parking the car in the porch of their bungalow. 

"One day you will too, Ryan."

******

"I just hate it when people do this. Why everybody have to be so ignorant? I don't understand-"

"Calm down, Zari. You are talking way too much, dear."

Her words stopped on Ammi's voice as she placed the bowl of dessert on the dining table. Her father was about to come and they were preparing the dinner table. Zarah was furious on so called turn of events. That pathetic excuse of man who had ruined her mood and didn't had a little courtesy to thank her. Weirdo!

"Ammi, I literally feel like killing these ungrateful people."

Zarah huffed in annoyance taking a seat on one of the dining chair, clearly annoyed at everything.

"Ungratefulness is from the Shaytaan, dear. May Allah guide them to good." Zarah twisted her lips on her mother's words, as if those people would let Allah  guide them. These type of people always liked what they did not what was right!

"Why my child is so upset?"

Zarah quickly stood from her place and strode towards her father, hugging him tightly, "Abbu, you're on right time. I was just missing you."

"I was too, dear." Her father kissed her forehead, ushering her towards the dining chair. They started their dinner as they all shared their activities with each other.

Zarah loved this hour of the day when she sat with her parents and they shared a light moment untiring her instantly. That was the most important part of her life, she never understood why people ran behind money when there were important things, more eternal things; love, care and family.

She never felt a need to be rich, Zarah was more than happy with her father's civil service job and her pediatric practice. She was with her family and what else she needed more than that.