UNDER 168 HOURS [BOOK 1, 168 HOURS SERIES]

Chapter 83: The Guest

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"Assalam 'Alaikum." He greeted with a vibe of excitement in his voice.

"You're Humaira right?"

She just nodded her head to reply him yes.
"Ummm... I was thinking we should spend time together. You know, to know each other better and perhaps become friends. Take this." He hands her a souvenir.

Star gasped to it as if she just won a lottery ticket.

"I want to take care of you, Humaira. Only if you give me a chance. I'll do anything for you whatsoever. All you have to do is to just name it."

The way he spoke reminded her of Alhaji Musa. They were all the same disgusting things... Shameless men.

"Sorry for the disappointment but I am not interested. I wasn't raised to be a slut, if you'll excuse me please."
Humaira rolled her eyes at him and. stood up with anger burning down her lungs. She turned her back at him, throwing his souvenir away as she walked upstairs.

"Humaira! Come back here!" Star commanded but she didn't even answer let alone turn back. Her eyes danced at the direction as she watched her friend in disappointment, dashing into her room.

"I only came to check on you Humaira! Have I done something wrong?" Alhaji Tanko muttered emotionally rather disappointed.

Humaira felt a little restless and bursted entered her room, locking up herself again. She knew she would have to face him one day but...
'Is he jobless? Why is he after me?' A voice cried in her head.

Only if she had a way, she would have smatched his old brains to the wall. "That old fool." She muttered, breaking down into tears again and letting that anger flow through her body but she tries to hold the feeling back. It's just too unbearable as the thoughts still sent goosebumps crawl on her skin.

Disgusting.

She stared at Hadee that was still playing with his toys. He didn't even know if his mother was sad or not, he was just arranging his toys in accordingly in a ruler order and shaking his head from side to side in a crazily, robotic manner while Humaira kept on crying.

"Don't worry Alhaji Tanko. I'll talk to her." Star begged as she led him to take a seat.

"Is she alright? She doesn't look happy at all to meet me. Is it me or is it something else?" Concern plastered his face.

"Don't worry about her. Humaira is just shy. She's new to all of these but don't worry sir. I'll try to convince." Star faked a smile just to cheer him up.

An awkward silence reigned in the room for a while. Alhaji Tanko took one more gulp from the cup of wine before him and then stood up.

"I just wanted to know her more and spend a quantity time with her for now. It's not as if I'll take her into an hotel room to spread her legs. I'm not that hungry for sex you know?"

"Don't be angry Alhaji."

"No... I'm not angry. I just wondering why she's mad at me."

"Ummm... Actually, Humaira has been through a lot. I'll explain it to you gradually but... she's a mother of one."

"What? Are you serious?" his eyes widened, flabbergasted.

"Yes, Alhaji Tanko. It's a long story. A past that she's willing to leave behind." Star explained vividly, trying to make things clear.

"She should be ready to accept new things then, that is; if she wants to leave the past behind. So there's no rush. Was that why she was acting strange? What is she scared of exactly?" His last words ended with a a soft snicker.