KHADIJA

Chapter 2; First Meeting

Spice platter, Abuja Nigeria

"Can I have a word with you?" A fair skinned man dressed in chicly handsome  outfits,  Ear pods were pinned to both his ears, as His hands were ducked in his pocket.

Khadija scoffed "Excuse me? Are you talking to me?" she asked looking at her girls. They went to a restaurant with her girls

He slightly puffed out some Air "Yes. Could they excuse us for some minutes?" He pointed at her girls

"Listen to him khadybae " One of the girls said. She then whispered to khadija, " Don't let the opportunity you have slip away. He's the son of—"

Khadija raised her hand cutting her off. Khadija glared at her, "Are you the one to tell me what to do?" She shifted her gaze back to the man "It's better you go because I don't talk to beggars."

The man snickered only. Ignoring her foolishness and childishness "Oh really? If that's the rule then I shouldn't have talked to you either."

Khadija huffed as she he was starting to insult her in front of her girls. She won't take that risk, so she dismissed them. The man smiled and sat on the chair opposite her. He picked the menu and began going through it "What would you like to order?."

"Oh wow! I can't remember when I told you that I need you to buy something for me. And in case if you need, we have left overs." She pointed at the left overs of the food they ate.  "Didn't you say you want to talk to me?

"Just wanted to say hi and know your name."

She tilted her head sideways with a scorn "I do not give my name to beggars."

She knows he isn't a beggar because by glancing at him you'd see that but she  wanted him to piss him off and frustrate him but he isn't getting anything close to that

He shrugged "Alright then, I give my number to beggars" He shoved his hand into his pocket and brought out his card. He smacked it on the round table and walked out. She hissed planning to throw away the card but for an unknown reason, she shoved it in her envelope chain bag

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Khadija hissed for the 3rd time under her breath. She hates it when she's watching something and someone would come and change the channel

Now her ony brother Ahmad which they call Ya Rufai changed the channel and took it to a stupid sports or is it football channel Blaze or Blazed...only God knows

"Wallahi ya Rufai as far as I am not watching what I want, you won't also watch" She stood up and went in front of the TV widening both her hands which obstructed him from seeing the TV. He gave her a glare which with no doubts sent shivers down her spine. She hissed making sure he didn't notice and she ambulated to her room upstairs. She grabbed her slim Veil and descended downstairs

"I won't even stay here" She said to herself trying to go out.

"Come back here!" She heard her mother's voice up stairs but she pretended as if she didn't hear her and she ambulated outside. She dialled the driver's number but the phone wasn't available. She hissed multiple times not knowing what to do. A big girl like her won't go in public transport. That is impossible. She won't risk any one in her school mates or girls seeing her in a public transport and also she won't ask Ya Rufai to take her because she knows he won't even look at her,  talk less of asking Rayhana. Scratch that, asking her would be the biggest mistake she would ever do. She let out a long breath and dialed safiyah's number. All in her girls, she is the only one that is close to her. Few minutes later, Safiyah's car pulled in front of Khadija. The girl is not older than Khadija but drives because she was legible  enough and careful enough