KANO STATE, NIGERIA.
Imad awoke early in the morning wanting to go see his mother, having the day off work for the ones that went to Italy came as a bonus for him. He dressed like the little boy they've always loved and adored just to show them that nothing has changed and the space he needed is over. He just desperately hopes they won't shun him away and maybe the space he took touched nooks of their chests and they don't care anymore. That ached, he loves his parents and siblings. They are the only he has.
Dressed in denim washed out jeans that has bits of patches that are now called 'fashion crazy' and his favorite colour shirt, spruce. It's been long since he last decided to be the person he was three years ago so he feels like he is making too much effort. He suspired, eyes taking in his taller frame and much more sturdier body because he didn't know he's grown much more than he was. He might even be mistaken as one of his elder brothers.
He's always been the boy with bigger body back in highschool and people say he took after his fathers frame like few of his brothers. He is not complaining, he likes the control that comes with a body more mature than your age. It also helped him got married without feeling too young at nineteen almost twenty. It was a smooth process that ended brutally.
Damn! Why was he thinking about the past yet again?!
He finished buttoning the long sleeved shirt, comb his growing hair, adjust his Richard Mille wrist watch his mother gifted him on his twentieth birthday while he was in Chicago wallowing in his feat of broken heart. He also sprayed the Clive Christian given to him by his sister on his wedding, he forgot to take it with him to Chicago. Oh God, everything is just backtracking to the past endlessly and it is really making him go crazy.
When is this harangue going to end? It keeps harrying him like a tail behind an animal though those creatures are used to it the moment they were born and he is too. He just likes to think he doesn't, it bites him all the time. He hates not having the jurisdiction of terminating those wild thought or just sentence them all to felony, that'd be a nice change.
There is no day that passed by without his mind and brain jumbling those in his head. If only he could squeeze his cranium to get the message to his brains.
Usayma's yawn from the bed lilt him away from his thought and she said, "There is no work today right?" He nodded, adjusting his denim chunky sneakers. "Then why are you dressed so early in the morning?" Going to see your personal assistant whom you've already missed? She wanted to add the last part but didn't want any trouble that blessed morning.
He rose to his full height, adjusting the collar of his shirt albeit elegantly taking his time to reply her. It is making her head go wild with vile thoughts about Amirah and she hates it. When did she start getting jealous for her husband now? Last time she checked, she never liked Imad more than just a friend and a lover on bed. What suddenly changed? Knowing they work together and might be a chance of them getting back?
Okay, what the actual hell?
That is a lie right? Her heart is just playing tricks on her because she is curious, righ-? She stopped her mind from going viral and listened to Imad talking. "I'm going to see my parents. I might not be back till after lunch."
And he left after saying that. She didn't know when a sigh of relief escaped her mouth but it did. She feels like a different person already. How could she sound so jealous of Amirah just after meeting her few days ago? She should be happy if they are to get back together, right? Why does she feel anything but that happiness? She feels so empty inside at the thought of them together, perturbing her further.
Was it because Amirah badly hurt Imad when their marriage broke? And she was there to pack up and the remains of his broken heart? She was there to tend to his sickness and stay with him at the hospital along with her friend Wafa. Amirah caused that pain, all the night cries of help from his apartment and they'd rush to his to help. They've been in and out of hospital more than she could count, it was rather tragic thinking about it now.
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