As he noticed mama has been glaring at him for the passed seconds.
Then sheepishly he said "Okay, mama."
"You should go now." The woman said, with a small curve in the corners of her lips.
He took his long legs out of the house and away.
He look heaven wards and watched the sun rays in all of it glory as it shines all through the ever beautiful blue sky, and whispered "I feel like this is what I've been missing my whole life."
Zaybah
Mama had asked her to freshen up, for someone was coming to the house, so she did as asked.
She looked into her closet, and just brought out a pink sweatpants and a white shirt, she loved how she looks hot in them, maybe hot is an understatement, she looked fire In them.
"Zayba where are you? The man is here."
She heard her mum's melodious voice call for her, as she was still combing her hair, but nevertheless she tied a turban and left for the living room.
She sneek peeked through the golden curtain in the living room, to see how the man looked.
He was sitted, but yet his height was striking, brown melanin popping, with his finely sown kaftan, his fore head sign of sujud so dark, his hair finely cut and carved, he wore a cologne that Smelled familiar, he looks like he own a job, he is just a little perfect, just someone she might want to call her own, but what will she do with a man that drives recklessly.
She thought of covering herself before coming out, but a "thank you." Won't take too long, so she came out fire, and sent the man sitting in the living room to frenzy, she knew what she was doing, a little teasing in broad day light won't do no harm. She is beautiful she knew that.
It was not normal to have her do that, she don't go out without covering herself, but that day was different.
She watched as he swallowed gently down his throat, as he looked at every inch that was visible, her inner self was smiling and screaming "you got him." But her, she was just there standing, pretending not to know he was in frenzy, pretending to be innocent.
She felt it was enough, he has seen enough, then she left for her room to get a hijab covered herself, and pronounced a British "thank you."
And then she left, she took his mind and eyes with her, she was hoping to take his heart too, it was fun teasing him.
***
Two days later, Zayba was set for school. When her phone began to ring, she picked up after three rings
"hello." She said
"Hello my name is Fuad."
"Fuad?"
"Yes, Fuad." I can't remember any Fuad, I'm sorry it's a wrong number."
"No it's not, I promise if you let me drop you in school we'll get to know each other."
"I don't do that with strangers."
"No no no no, I'm not a stranger, when you come out of your house you'll see me, and there you'll know I'm not a stranger."
"Okay, but thank you, I have a driver."
"I've talked to him to please let me take you just today."
"Oh really?"
She took her blue flat vine shoes from it shelf and wore. As it matches with her atampa that has blue flowers mixed with yellow and black designs, she sprayed from her half filled bottle of black oud that smelled so lovely, dragged her black hijab from her wardrobe in company with her black hand bag, while still on the phone, she said salam to her mum, and promised to come home early.
"Hello are you still there?"
"Yes I'm here, patiently waiting."
"I'm outside now."
"I'm outside too, resting on the door of a car, a black 508 by the left."
The 508 Peugeot 2020 model, was astonishing, but Zaybah has seen a lot of beautiful cars in her home to freak out on this, her uncle Jibril's wife owns same car.
"Okay." She uttered .
So she walked gently but stern, taking each step at a time.
"Oh, I know you." She said, trying not to freak out.
"Yes, you do, Fuad the reckless driver." He said as his white teeth sparkle with laughter, he was so happy that His eyes laughed too.
"Yes, and that's why I'm not going with you." She said with a serious face.
"Please, don't do this to me, just let me help you for once, I want to pay for my mistake." He clapped his palms together as he spoke.
Okay, okay, okay,
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Scars of undying grief
General FictionA coincidental car accident brought two souls meant for each other together at the time they never expected. Zayba Isah Bature, a sister to Hibba Isah Bature married the love of her life, Fuad Ali Abdurrahman the best human earth have ever accommoda...