HUSNA (EDITING)

Chapter22

If you look at what you have in life, you'll always have more. If you look at what you don't have in life, you'll never have enough. -Oprah Winfrey

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"I see now, Yaya Hameed is more closer to you than me," I just can't believe this. Yaya Hameed knows about your past... and I'm just hearing this today?"
We've been friends for years, and yet you shared your secrets with someone you've only known for a few months?"

"Husna roll her eyes all she could do is sigh as she settled down on a chair.oh Allah !"Faiza understand."you know how your cousin brother is"so I don't have any options but to tell him."

But I've been pleading with you to tell me,since before him.faiza pretend hard to be mad at husna but she couldn't.they just came out from their first lectures, the schools resumed since last week ."while husna was telling faiza about hameed.

I'm so sorry! my little scouts, I promise next time please don't have my head right now.hussy is so sorry.

"Mmmm, sweet talks! I'm not buying that right now. Next time, I should know first before anyone else,"
Let's go to the mosque. So, when is he coming back to Nigeria?" Faiza asked Husna, changing the subject.

Husna looked at Faiza, bewildered. "What do you mean? What exactly do you mean, Faiza?" She crossed her arms, defensive. "Am I his cousin to know all these details?"

Faiza winked at Husna. "I don't know, but the two of you seem so close now. That's why I asked."

Husna deadpanned, "Oh my Allah, I swear it's not what you're thinking! We're just friends, Faiza. Nothing more."

"That's a story for another day, let's get going," Faiza said, and they headed to the mosque to pray. After their prayers, they attended their second lecture of the day.

As they walked to the parking space, Faiza asked Husna, "So, are you still going to the market?"

"Uhm, I think the sun is too much. Maybe tomorrow, since there's no school."

Faiza nodded, "I want to buy that novel." She hold  Husna's arm as they settled into Faiza's car. "

L take me back home first faiza i swear i don't like this stress.."

"Hey, don't kill me alive! I won't take you back home..." But before she could finish, her phone buzzed.

She  picked up the phone from her bag and saw Hameed's name on the screen. Faiza teased, "See, your boyfriend is calling already!"

Husna rolled her eyes and answered the call. "Yaya Hameed, good evening."

"Good evening," he replied from the other side. "How are you doing, and how's your studies?"

"I'm doing well, thanks. And my studies are going great," faiza said, continued making funny faces and gestures, trying to get Husna's attention. "I'm here with Husna, and I have  been trying to drag her to escort me, but she's here forming ajebutter to me."

Husna blushed and tried to ignore Faiza's teasing."Faiza, don't stress her too much, please. I can tell you're making her uncomfortable."

Faiza grinned mischievously and stuck out her tongue at Husna, who just rolled her eyes.

Faiza handed the phone back to Husna,  "Say hello to my brother..." with a sly grin.

Husna rolled her eyes and took the phone. "Ina wuni," she greeted him, fiddling with her fingers.

"Asma, how are you doing? How's your studies and health?"

"I'm doing well, thank you, Yaya Hameed. My studies are going fine, and I'm healthy, alhamdulillah."