Lash wakes up and checks the time. She jumps, fretting as she realizes she's missed her Subh prayer. As she stands up, she feels herself damp. Looking down, she sees blood and almost screams. She takes her bath and scrambles her drawers for a sanitary pad. She finally finds two pads and she almost squeals in joy.
After getting dressed, she hears the bell being rung so she wears her Hijab and rushes outside. After collecting her orders and signing, she goes inside and organizes everything. She picks her phone and sees a message from Zulqa. Smiling like a loon, Lash takes her raspberry veil and drapes it over the slate Atelier Vedahno gown she's wearing. Adding butterscotch Ray-Ban spectacles to shield her eyes, she slips on ebony Fendi heels and takes her phone and the key to her Porsche before securing all her doors with locks.
Once outside, she locks the main gate with a huge padlock before hiding the keys in her pigeonhole. Then she drives to the garden.
On reaching the garden, Lash says her Basmallah then walks into the garden. She sights Zulqa sitting on a bench and immediately she sits beside him, he stands up.
"Start talking." Zulwa simply says as she stands about seven feet away from Lash.
"When I got promoted to SS1, I told my mum I wanted to start a business because she's getting old and I don't even know my father. We were running short on money and it wouldn't be long before I had to write my external exams, then I'd have to get admission to the university. We needed money and my mother's business - which I didn't know what it was at that time - wasn't striving...
"Lash!" Lash's mother calls fourteen year old Lash into the parlor.
"Ma!" Lash says from the kitchen and a petite fourteen year old who'd pass for a ten year old any day if not for the prominent outstanding breast comes out.
"Take your uniform and put them in a nylon. You have three minutes." Lash scurries to her room and takes her checkers. Rushing out, she meets her mum talking to a man. She walks out not bothering to ask who the man is, what he's doing in their house and why her mum is blushing as he talks to her since she knows that her mum has already sworn to not have any relationship with a man - the reason she isn't aware of -, not that her mother would bother to answer her anyway. That's how they roll, everyone minding their business - not that Lash would like her mum meddling in her affairs.
She walks out and she's surprisingly met with a beautiful ruby 2019 Volkswagen Jetta. The car is literally... She can't seem to find the word. But one question invades her once happy mind. Whose car is this?
After standing there for almost five minutes, Lash gets tired and suddenly remembers the Agwaluba - African star apple - someone dashed her in school today. She hurriedly takes it out of the pocket of her checkers and without washing it, she removes the little branch poking out and then presses it making all the transparent jelly juice come out. She uses her mouth to stop it from dripping on the floor and she suppresses the urge to moan. That is one heck of a delicacy.
Within a minute, she's done with it so she pours the seeds on the ground and cleans her sticky palm on her oat dress. Her mother saunters out in a beautiful gown she's never seen her in. Where'd she get the money to buy such beautiful gown when she hasn't even paid her last term's school fees? She knows how much her mother abhors the idea of lending or borrowing clothes or anything for that matter. This might be a trick into getting her to ask so she can get beaten, again. Nah, not happening. She isn't going to say a word.
Her last thought is confirmed when her mother calls her and twirls in front of her asking if she looked good. Undoubtedly, Lash's mother looks so carefree and beautiful as she twirls so Lash sums up the most convincing and honest smile her body can produce.
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