Spontaneous Attachment

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                      Fouzia's pov

Sleep.....

Sleep please come and take me...

I sighed again,tossing around the bed,but sleep never came,I felt like crying.

What do I do now...

Just then,the imam called for prayer causing me to groan out loud, I had literally no sleep.
I came home late yesterday very exhausted and couldn't sleep,maybe I'll take a break from work today,my head is pounding hard.

I prayed subh and didn't hesitate to slump on my bed,and thankfully, I slept off.

The sound of my annoying ringing tone woke me up.
with one eye open, I searched around for my phone until my hand landed on my side drawer and I picked it.without checking the the caller answered the call and put the phone on my right ear just as Zoya's voice rang from the other side.

"Fouzia,why aren't at work yet,Mr Arman has been looking for you,and I heard him saying something like firing you soon"

I sprang up from the bed with wide eyes "oh Allah, I slept off and I think my alarm didn't wake me up and..."

"Quit explaining and rush, you're in trouble"

She cut the call without letting me talk

I rushed to the bathroom and took a quick shower before dressing in a simple dress and a veil. I took my bag,laptop and things I needed before rushing out to my car.

I was about igniting the engine when I remembered my phone. Cursing, I went back inside the house and back to my bedroom before retrieving it and going back to my car.

My phone rang again while I was driving and I prayed it wasn't Zoya again,my prayers were answered but I preferred Zoya's call to my mom's call,even if she's telling me how Mr Arman is going to deal with me.

"Salamalaiki ya ummi"
I said immediately I took the call.

"Waalaikissalam"
She answered in a clipped tone.

I quietly prayed that she wasn't going to talk about my return and "yaushe Zaki dawo Fauzia,kina so ranki ya Baci kohh" prayer wasn't answered.

"Mama,please,why would I come back,I'm enjoying my work here,and...."

"And what....don't give me that nonsense talk about not ready to settle,Fauzia you're not getting younger fah,most of your mates are married. Tell me what you're still waiting for"

"I don't have a boyfriend?"
I suggested with a frown and was answered with a hiss.

"Come back home, we'll hook you up with someone,my friend Hajiya Mariya has a son that is ready to settle"

"Tab,Allah ya sauwake"(god forbid)

I nearly hit a car,and the driver angrily honked, I guess driving and speaking on a phone isn't the best idea, especially with my mom.

"Kina jina kokuwa"(are you hearing me or not)
Her angry voice brought me back from my little thoughts.

"I'm listening"
I replied dryly

"You have less than...."

"Mama,I'm driving, except you want my body to be shipped back to Nigeria tomorrow,I'll call you later,love you so much"

"Fauzia..."
That was the last thing I heard before I disconnected the call.

I felt almost felt sorry,but recalled what she was about to say, I knew she was going to give me less than a month to return home,and then she'll hook me up with her friend's son.

Seriously?arranged marriage,me?
I shuddered

The idea was ridiculous.

Minutes later, I parked in the hospital parking lot meant for employees and took my bag, I checked the mirror to see if I look presentable and well, I didn't look so bad.

I added lip gloss to my dry lips and went out of the car.
After locking it faced the hospital,suddenly having a bad feeling as I know Mr Arman is waiting for me.