THE HEARTS REAWAKENING

47: INUNDATED.

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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

"How's it going?" Lateefa inquired, standing in front of Amirah's desk in their bureau -with Imad- asking her how pursuing Imad is going.

"Terrible." Amirah rolled her eyes, turning on the laptop in front of her since she just came in. Imad is running late and she knows why, he was with Usayma the whole night yesterday so it explains the bags underneath her own eyes. She couldn't sleep, not even a wink.

Lateefa scrunched her brows, nothing would've indicated Amirah's effort is going to waste if the long stares she is getting from Imad is anything to go by. She's noticed a lot from the past week, seeing how professional Amirah is trying to be but failing miserably. But Imad on the other hand won't keep his eyes off his ex wife and Lateefa almost thought they were close to achieving their goals and they can celebrate to their heart's content but nothing is happening. Wow, she's dug her grave deep and now even their silliest idea won't help.

"But weren't you excited just few days ago that he's joked with you about something?" Lateefa recalled, inclining her head to the side again.

"It was just that one between personal assistant and her boss. Imad is showing no interest about our past. I'd be ruined if this doesn't happen, you know that, Tif. My head feels like bursting out honestly, I'm already tired to bones." She placed her head on the table with a small thud of protest from the desk. She is physically, mentally and emotionally tired.

Lateefa sighed, she knows exactly what Amirah means. She definitely will be ruined if it doesn't happen, everything is at stake including her heart. "Just have more patience and we shall see where it goes. Keep trying, I'm sure something is going to happen soon."

Amirah rise her head from the table and shook it in denial. She could feel it, Imad won't ever budge from that high chair he's sat down on. She is going to shoot her shot though and see where it goes from there. They have a past, he could at least think about the good times they've shared and the genuineness of their love. Didn't she succor in everything? She is also pouring her all to make it work, bring it back to it's normal root.

"It won't happen, Tif. I think I should just look for another way to take care of my heart, Imad is recalcitrant and won't ever fall off his chair. Only miracle can help in this case and I don't have that time, it hurts a lot." She cried, touching her arms around like someone who's lost all hopes in good things.

Lateefa suspire again, she is also feeling the hope pouring down the drain. Amirah is deep in abysmal, plethora of problems hiking up like a mountain roaring higher like an active volcano. All that manage to inundate her in their depths. She could only pray this maverick gets the mastery she deserves to come out of this unscathed. No, she's already being in denunciation, she only needs to heal and stand straighter. What she's gone through shouldn't be measured.

"Have hope, Allah is always there for the people with the purest intentions. If this way won't work out, another will surely do so have faith that this is just a trial. I'm with you in every step, you can come for help whenever you want to. You'll be disappointed again and again, but there is a blessing behind every rejection and betrayal. The lesson is, rely on the Almighty." Lateefa gave her a quick hug and left for her own work, sympathy surging through her.

Few minutes later, Imad walked in exhibiting mahogany Corneliani two buttons lapel suit, matching slacks and tie with pearl dress shirt underneath. Her eyes keep taking him in from head to toe, feeling her blood running faster through her veins in hot lava. Her heart started misbehaving raucously in her ribcage, behaving like a woman in heat. He is flouncing his good night right to her face but she didn't say nothing. She wanted to yell but it got stuck in her throat.