Scars of undying grief

Chapter 50

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Five days without Zayba around him as he pleases became too hard to handle, in rare occasions work and the preparation for the naming ceremony walima took his mind off that devilish thought, nevertheless he stopped the light of his teeth from coming out to Hibba's eye,

Many a times he'll look at Hibba and say to himself, she's not even my type.

He was hungry when he texted Zayba to please bring some food to his room as he was engulfed by the super duper pile of papers he brought from worm and could not move an inch so as to avoid mistakes.

As he smiled on the sound of the knock on the door on expecting his precious wife, but no it was Hibba the crayfish with a black ashawo gown that barely covered her thighs.

"Excuse me? And why are you dressed like this here?" He asked.

With a plain face she said, " my bad, I was catching some fresh air in my room when your wife texted me to bring you food."

"Okay thank you, you can leave now." He says as he opened the plate to a mini mountain of Pounded yam and egusi soup.

He swallowed hard before putting his right hand into the blue bowl of water to wash his hands, he despise eating swallow with a spoon or fork.

"The soup is meaty right?" Hibba asked as she interrupted his thoughts.

"So you're still here." He managed to say as he looked closely to examine the ashawo piece of clothe hanging on her bony body."

It was a plain black dress that had a large opening by the chest, a spaghetti hand and a floral ending which has been going up and down to the rhythm of the breeze coming through the window revealing her red lacy panties.

He cursed the devil for allowing his eyes to go that far, his mind already penetrated through the clothe but he kept on with the struggle to fight that devil that was playing mind games with him.

He dabbed the tip of the white napkin in front of him in an attempt to wipe his wet hands off.

He continued to feast on his heavenly made meal as he ignore Hibba's presence, the slender woman who was standing made herself comfortable by sitting on the chair that faced him adjacently.

He enjoyed every bite of his meal washed his hands and then spoke after what felt like an hour.

He chewed really fast but eats quite slow, what an irony.

"What's your sister doing now?" He asked gently.

"She's been making a list of what to buy and whatnot, and making phone calls, all in preparation for the naming ceremony."

"Good, and she still have time to cook this meal? You what have you been doing ?"

"Yes, she's a strong woman, I've been laying in bed and thinking about all the things we could do and no one will know."

" I see, and that's why you're wearing this."

"Well this is just a coincidence, but I like it , don't you?"

" I don't know." He replied rather scared or shy.

"Okay let me do the dishes for you."

He nodded as she picked the plates.

"Did she see you when you were coming here."
He asked again.

"Yes of course."

"And what did she say?"

"Nothing, she actually gave this I don't like this outfit stare at me and then left without saying anything."

"Why do you think she did that?"

"Because she trust you and I of course."

"Well she might as well trust me, but trust you? I think she probably tricked you, she did that to watch you behave, but as foolish as you're you didn't take hid."

"Hahaha, well I don't know who is more foolish here, is it me or your wife."

"Take this plates and get out." He spoke gently, yet commanding.

"Calm down sir, I will, but I'll await your calls, until you come begging for me, but don't worry I'll be easy to get, we both want the same thing."

She winked like a female devil whose mission got accomplished and sashayed out like a zombie princess.

Hibba's POV

I fail to understand why this man is playing hard to get, I may not be as curvy as Zayba but I'm sexy and dangerous enough to lure any sheikh.

But I'll get him on the tips of my finger and make sure I give him a taste of heaven something he has never had before.

Next time I'll put on a lingerie like the one I saw on fashionivas recent IG post, that fit will kill two men at once, not even one. She muse.

She went ahead to place an order from fashionova to execute her plans.

She was certain he was almost falling into her traps and was ready to do anything to catch him.

It felt so right to love the man but the only thing that felt wrong at the moment was that the man she wanted was her sister's.

And that tooo was shoved to the back of her head just like every other good girl thought, and so was every thought that made her felt less of her self, that made her felt she was wrong.

Just like every other thing came easy for her in life, Fuad was just another thing to get and make hers, they may not become husband and wife like her sister, but he could At least try to quench this eroding feeling she had towards him out of her head.

I must say writing Hibba's POV disgusts me so bad, but well this is their story not mine.

I thought I'd be able to fit this story into 50 chapters but here we are, few more to go though.

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Love, Nazy💙