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You didn't think that was the end? Did you? 😂
Trust me, you'll need chilled Pepsi for this chapter.
Enjoy.
13th March, 2017.
New York City,
America.
Rahma fixed her overcoat before she stepped out. She didn't want to spend her last day of freedom cooped up in the apartment Zarah booked for their return. Since Zarah wasn't there with her, she decided to stay there alone for a day. The next day, she'll be back in prison. Or as she calls it, hell.
Since she left her phone and everything money related back in Nigeria for Zarah, she didn't have anything to distract her. So, she simply spent the day going to various places. She made sure to not visit places that make her end up lost though. She kept track of her movements so she could return to the apartment later on.
Funny how she spent a whole decade in the place yet she never got the chance to go about and take in the beauty of it. She used that opportunity to do so, knowing it might be her last time.
Afterwards, when the sun set and the place became dark, she headed back home. She ordered room service food, and ate it. She was glad she didn't have to pay for such since Zarah covered all expenses. And despite how much she wanted to eat the scrumptious food knowing she won't get that in prison, she couldn't eat much. She didn't have the appetite.
So, she ate a small amount to satisfy her hunger and sat on one of the couches, thinking about everything that had happened so far and the decisions she made before leaving Nigeria.
She wasn't sure but she had an inkling that Noah might go to the apartment looking for her, hoping she hadn't left. That was why she left the note for him there. The address to his mother's apartment.
After everything he told her, that was her last present to him. She hoped that he would visit the address and meet his mother. Would he be stunned to see she's still alive? Or would he be so elated that he wouldn't care? The answer, she wouldn't find out any time soon.
Sighing, she rested her hands on her thigh before standing up. She headed to her room and took a warm shower. She wanted to enjoy every bit of luxury before she's stripped off it. Once she was done, she dressed up in a grey cardigan and black denim.
While pulling her hair into a ponytail, she heard the door bell rung. Her brows furrowed. She quickly tied it up and picked a veil, wrapping it to cover her head.
On her way to the door, her eyes darted over to the wall clock in the living room which read 00:27am. Rubbing her palm on her denim, she held the door handle and inhaled deeply. Briefly closing her eyes for a second, she exhaled and flicked them back open, at the same time, twisting the door open.
