Chapter 27

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24 March 2022

NOTHING IS PERMANENT. DON'T STRESS YOURSELF TOO MUCH BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW BAD THE SITUATION IS, IS WILL DEFINITELY CHANGE.

Yesterday night was a memorable night. Indeed.

I woke up late, Umma had already prepared breakfast for us. I took a plate and served myself.

Just then, Maryam came in.

"Assalamu alaikum," she said.

"Wa alikumus salam," I answered.

"Hey girl, don't tell me you just woke up," she asked.

"Of course, I didn't take my shower, I just brush my teeth add decided to munch this food first." I said.

"No wonder, I will be in your room. Ummi had visitors they won't let me to rest." She said walking to my room.

"Or you want to do something else," I said in a low voice but I know she heard me.

"Whatever, don't disturb me also, if not I'm going to yaya's section immediately." She said.

"I didn't hold you". I said sipping my tea.

"You're not nice," with that she banged the door.

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I was sitting on my bed, Scrolling from one media to another on my phone, my phone started ringing.

"Ugh Who is this!" I grunge.

I decided not to pick the call because it's a private number, Private number and you expect me to pick! Who ever he or she is must be sick!.

It rang again and I ignored.

When it rang for the third time, Maryam snatched the phone and answer.

"Please answer the call" and she gave me back my phone.

I put it on speaker.

"Assalamu alaikum," His husky voice came in.

"Wa alaikumus salam," I answered.

"Khadijah Abubakar, How have you been?" The guy asked.

"Good, Alhamdulilah, who is speaking please?" I asked.

"You don't need to rush. I'll tell you who I am but when I want to." The guy said.

"Really? Then when you're ready to tell me, you can call back." I said already annoyed.

"Don't you dare end the call," the guy warned.

"Really!? And what will happen if I cut it?" I asked enjoying the convo.

"I'll...nothing. Just don't cut the call." He said.

"Then say what you want to say, because I have important stuff to take care of." I said.

"What stuff?" He asked.

"It's non of your business!" I answered.

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