Replacement Bride

Chapter 8 - Hamid

Because of Amani's school, my sister and I nearly broke ties. What happened was that, she was curious about everything in my house. I couldn't take it anymore so I told her to stay away from my family matters.

As for Amani, I did what I could to her. I got her admission into An-Noor College of Health Technology, which was a national-diploma issuing school owned by some private individuals.

I heard a lot about the school from my friend, Abba who worked as an assistant lecturer there. And through him, Amani was enrolled to study Pharmacy.

Not her dream course though but who cared? It was one of the departments with cheap tuition in the school, which means I wouldn't be spending much on her unlike in the university.

Plus the duration of the course was just 2 years, with an option for another 2 years for those willing to obtain HND certificate in the same field.

Not bad though, the fees of the two programs combined were still cheap compared to studying medicine in the university.

As for her transport, Yazid would take care of it. He was the driver I hired recently for her, he would be in charge of taking her to school or anywhere, and bringing her back home.

At least I tried right? I just didn't want to sound evil in anyway, I believed we were both caught up in the same mess. None of us was interested in marrying one another, we were forced to.

And if there was anybody I should blame, it had to be Rahmat Ali because she was the one that caused everything. She ruined everything and made my parents to replace her with Amani.

But despite everything she did, I just didn't know why I couldn't hate her. Of course I wasn't happy with her but that didn't change the fact that I still loved and cared about her. I hoped I could still fix things with her, I really hoped so!

...

While enjoying a movie in the sitting room, Amani came with a list to me. It was the list of the things that needed to be shopped, mostly foodstuffs.

I usually go to shopping on Saturdays but yesterday was kind of hectic to me so I wasn't able to go, and today being Sunday I just felt like I needed to rest. 

"Go and give it to Yazid," I said and continued. "He should help us with the shopping, although I don't have much cash in hand so there is a need for him to go with my ATM card"

"Are you sure, Ya Hamid?" She asked with her brows wrinkled. "I don't trust that guy with your ATM card gaskiya" She added.

"Okay, so what are you suggesting? Are you following him or what?" I queried.

"Yes, I will follow him" She huffed. "It's better that way than him going alone"

"Fine then," I gulped and told her to go to my room and get the ATM card. "It's in the drawer"

"Okay" She said and went upstairs.

As soon as she's back, I told her the pin and thence she left. She was really funny, you know, when she said she didn't trust Yazid – Her own driver!

Okay, what if he was really a criminal? Would following him to the market stop him from running away with my ATM card? He would just snatch it away from her and vanish.

Anyways, Yazid wasn't that kind of a person. He was a very good boy and his father owned a driving school along Limawa. In fact, his father was the one that taught me how to drive back then.

...

Minutes later, my phone began ringing. And when I checked the caller I.D I found out it was Amani. I sluggishly picked the call and asked her what the matter was.