"Let's talk please" he furrowed his brows innocently
"Nah Mr Bashir I think you..." I couldn't complete my statement when he reached for my cheeks cupping them adorably like a new mama cradling her baby, we were so close to each other, our jersey slightly touching one another
"Please" he said sweetly looking straight into my eyes, and i couldn't resist because his eyes said it's just love! Just love!! And nothing else you wouldn't just understand issa Bally something (Sally and Bash) thing
"Fine" i muttered trying to catch my breath because this guy can take my breath away with just his special eye lashes
"Salma!" He called out softly
"Do you remember anything even if it's little" he asked slowly and I shrugged nonchalantly giving him a negative nod and he let out a weak sigh
"But what I know is and I can really feel about this special somebody I can't really tell, the feelings is indescribable I truly love him" I said to him
"Really? This is interesting so can I know this special somebody?" He asked with a smirk
"Well I don't really know if he feels the same way for me, I know am sick and still can't remember anyone but he kept on appearing in my dreams, imagination I can't purse infact my day to day activities without thinking about him" I said looking at him and he was giving me as sexy glare which was making me to split more words
"So I decided to resume, to find my man and coming back to school with the hopes of being together with him again and everything got ruined" I said angrily with a strangled voice and his face which was blushing slow turned a questionable look staring at me weirdly
"That special somebody couldn't wait for me, he moved on with another girl, a white girl! Maybe because she was prettier, more good looking, fair skinned, she's......." He reached for my hands apologetically slowly kissing them
"I'm sorry Salma! Am sorry Salma if you think I had moved on with someone, I had always loved you right from the start and I still love you, please Salma come back to me. Save this dream boy hoping and waiting to be with you" he cajoled still holding my hands in his
Mr Man did I call your name
"It's too late Bashir" I blurted sadly as I felt his hands released mine but he slowly and bravely held them back
"Why?" His voice sounded huskier than ever and I swear I could hear the sound of his heart beat
"Because bulbul said...."
"Anything bulbul or anyone said is a lie" he released my hands throwing his hands backwards in annoyance
"she knows it! They all knew it!!" He yelled hitting the desk at our middle
"And deep down your heart Salma if you being sincere with yourself you know it's not true" he said now with a low tune standing up from his sit and I did same
"Salma please don't punish me" he pleaded caressing my shoulders gently
"Bashir you're very close to bulbul" even if he had touched me emotionally, yeah am happy to know that he still loves me
"Because she's a friend I met in England and coming to Nigeria, to my school to be precise she got the excuse to confront me whenever she needs help. Salma you are the only one I love" he said in a fast tongue bringing out the British accent
"Are you telling me the truth? I sniffed cleaning my tears at same time turning my face to a different direction, I can't continue to fall for his tricks I mean his handsome face
