Dad... You're such a weirdo, now that we're starting to grow up, 34 years old is not funny, we should keep the family together, and reduce this shame and the suffering of the people."
Farhaan Dallara also made a move on Adnan, taking the drinks bottle in front of him and screwing the lid to open it.
“Teacher, are you going to participate in the durin eating contest today or are you scared?”
Adnan smiled, “Bros, you know I'm a man of the world, I take care of my wife's health, I don't care how many women we bring, I can fuck them without getting tired.”
“Did you take me?”
“Why do you want to cut your capacity today, farhaan? Eat breakfast, eat lunch, eat dinner, aren't you tired? You haven't eaten for 5 hours, woman...”
“Yes, because I am healthy, so let's not talk about marriage again. I have my own money, I can afford to pick up any high-value woman, I can marry her and pay her back, so why should I get married? You know for yourself that there are people who come to this world to live without getting married, and I am one of them...”
“Sending a marriage is a blessing, or our parents will be proud if they see their grandchildren through us, that's why I see we are settling with Farida. I will marry her, but if I allow you to go there, we will spend the day and night, we will eat each other and be rewarded.”
“Adnan, are you acting like you're not a doctor? If it's for children, I've already got a plan, I spoke to Dr. Murja, you know all their family members are beautiful Arabs, half cast. So, I'll take my sperm to her, she found our daughter, she's currently studying in Qatar, we'll work tomorrow or tomorrow if she comes to this country, my sperm will be implanted in her, she'll go back to Qatar silently, we'll support her pregnancy, she'll give birth to my son....and do you know how much I just lost? Five million dollars.”
Adnan shook his head in frustration, and when he remembered, he burst out laughing.
“Farhaan, have you forgotten where you came from? You said you were a barik and she wanted to marry you? Well, this boy is a slave and a welcome guest, and who will take care of him? Boko has really hurt you, Farhaan, you have completely forgotten your religion.”
“This is my opinion, not yours, and in the whole world, there is no one I have ever told except you, by God, if this talk goes back home, it will be you.”
He opened his mouth and when he spoke, he smelled a strange, intoxicating scent.
Najwa and her friend were in the middle, dressed in a kind of dress that looked like they were not Muslim children. As soon as they entered the reception of the Royal Tropicana, a group of wealthy men followed them with their eyes, each one eager to see where they would sit and to greet them.
Farhaan, after looking at them once, turned his head away and tapped his phone as if his faith had not been shaken.
Najwah came over to hug him, rubbing her large breasts against his neck.
“My Love, can't you see me?”
"Let's go to the room," Abinda said to her, pulling her hand towards the room they had occupied, leaving Adnan and the other women following behind.
