Behind My Walls✔️

Chapter 32

Khalil's POV.

The faint aroma of breakfast made my stomach growled, hence I found it hard to eat breakfast at home because of the bulky paper work that always awaits me at the office. I hurriedly wore my tie, took my car key and descended down the stairs. As I was walking towards the kitchen, the irresistible aroma was stronger.

"Good morning Khalil". Our old cook smiled wide as I entered the kitchen.

I smiled back. "Morning Goggo".
Goggo has been our oldest cook and she was like a second mom to me since I was little.

"Are you staying for breakfast today?". She asked.

I checked my wristwatch which indicated that I was just some minutes to being late, perhaps lateness was one of my routines now, and with the manager I have, always covering my work, I couldn't but felt guilty.

"I would love to, but I'm running late". I said.

"Ya Khalil, which one should I wear?". Khulthum asked louder than necessary entering the kitchen.

Khulthum was my sister, a graduate of English from Oxford university London. She was the loudest extroverted annoying human, I had ever known in my life, which if I had a choice I would rather live in lion's den than to listen to her unstoppable rants but unfortunately she was my sister and I had no choice but to live under the same roof with her.

That was my tragic story!!

"Do you ever greet before you speak?". I asked nonchalantly while she rolled her eyes. "And by the way, where are you going with the dress?". I added.

She huffed. "Why do you care? I'm going on a date". I shook my head in response.

"Good morning Khalil". I turned to my mom entering the kitchen.
My mom (Nafisat) was a tall, slender, caramel skinned and beautiful woman(typical kanuri woman). Khulthum was her look alike, apart from the loud voice absolutely. While I on the other hand was my Father's replica as said by majority. My dad(Abdallah) was a shuwa Arab from Maiduguri, the same state as my mom.

"Morning mom". I pecked her fore head.

"So which one should I wear? This lilac or beige?". Khulthum asked again holding the two dresses in both hands.

I grabbed an apple. "You will look awful in both". I chuckled at her and left the kitchen, which I was sure she was sulking behind me.

I walked to my car and swiftly hopped into my black tinted SUV Chevrolet. I kicked the engine and as the gate opened, I sped towards the highway.

***

"Good morning sir". My secretary said catching my pace and handed me my usual coffee.

"Morning thank you". I said and entered the elevator.

"The Building company you postponed their meeting, wants you to rescheduled it closer sir".

"I'm not ready for their silly excuses, they were not even serious about building the refinery. I will prefer not to make business with such company". I said exiting the elevator.

"But that's a huge contract, you wouldn't want to lose sir". He said treading beside me.

"Well I guess, I will do that with other companies other than theirs".

"Alright I will inform them about it". He said and headed to his office.

I entered my office, which was at the upper storey of my 10 storey building architectural company, known as I.K company (relevance to my name: Ibrahim_Khalil). The huge office was of glass hedge that gave the room an ideal view of the city, with office desk, plush chairs, and paint frame at the wall, that adorned the office which was separated from the large conference room with a large conference table.