~°°~Be the star in somebody's night~°°~
Ahmadu Bello way, along city park, Wuse 2 Abuja, Nigeria.
2nd January, 2022.
6:49 am.
The room was perfectly clean except the bed on which she just woke up from her sleep on.
The wind twirled through her window as the sun rays followed its lead, the beautiful flower which she kept on her window widened to the sudden sunlight and remained beautifully as she adjusted her position on the bed inhaling a deep breath.
She got off her bed with a taslim to her prophet Muhammad SAW and went directly into the bathroom. She took a soothing bath and brushed her teeth whitening them to the best of her ability.
She stepped out of the bathroom after wrapping a medium-sized towel around her body before she sat on the stool in front of her dressing mirror to dry and stretch her hair.
And that was when she heard someone barge in and without an ounce of doubt, she knew who it was. She lifted her head and looked through the mirror as her sister settled on her bed - legs crossed.
"Knocking would have been okay if you didn't want to say the taslim" she said with sarcasm laced in her voice.
"Su knocking manya, when did you start respecting people's privacy that I'll respect yours by knocking, we all know who the master of barging into people's room is"
She looked to her in what seemed like disbelief, trying to deny what she was intuiting using her expressions.
"Just yesterday you, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo littered my whole room in my absence, so drop it!" her elder sister with two years said bringing out her phone from her pocket to type away.
She was wearing a pink blouse and blue pants and she also wrapped the blue head supporting her long hair. The long hair - courtesy their paternal grandmother - was discernable among the members of the house, the males included.
"Whareffer (whatever)" she said ignoring all the bad stuffs she said about her.
All she literally did was be creative in her room but there was her sister, talking as if she practiced world war in the room.
Ignoring the very existence of her sister, she continued with what she was doing until she finished. It had been long ever since she took care of her hair so she felt satisfied with what she did to it.
Tauhida stood up from the stool and headed to her wardrobe scanning for the right attire for the day.
She settled for her favourite.
She picked the olive green abaya out of her vast collection because it was one of the lightest, she wouldn't want to stress herself since she wasn't going anywhere after all.
"Adda Rumaisa nikam I'm going downstairs for breakfast" she said trying to head to the door while she put on the black cap on her head. She had no idea where the Abaya's veil went to so she had to put that instead.
"It's not yet 7:30 so the others won't be there, we have to wait" she informed her.
Tauhida being Tauhida jumped on the bed near her sister to look for trouble, just like how she does everyday.
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