Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 15: Sharhabila and Sul, The beginning

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Author's POV

A few months ago....
March, last year...

It's the a usual evening at the Sixtar Lounge, one of the most popular hangout places for youths in Lagos. Youngsters and older ones sat across the semi circle cushions at various ends, either having drinks and snacks which they got from the bar which was adjacent, or just merely talking. It wasn't exactly loud even though some people were engaged into fun chatters which involved momentary laughs. There were indeed chats, laughters and also hushed down conversations.

On the cushion which was facing the glass pane where everything which laid beyond the place was displayed, two girls sat with four guys facing them. The semicircular cushions were arranged in a form of a circle, which each cushion facing another one and then a glass table settled between. The cushions were also quite tall so it looked like a makeshift booth, enclosing each group of people.

One of the two girls wearing a blue outfit looked incredibly uncomfortable as she pressed both of her hands between her legs, looking down, while the other girl who dressed in a mustard green abaya talked confidently with the four guys, her hands resting on the glass table in front of her. It seemed as if she was trying to introduce this uncomfortable girl to the guys who looked more interested in the girl in blue, more than on the confident girl who was busy talking, trying hard to put on a cool image. One of them was especially staring at the girl in blue lustfully, particularly her chest area since the girl was busty in nature, unlike her friend.

This particular guy who looked like he was in his early twenties like the rest three signalled to his friend who was facing the girl in blue to let him have his seat.

Noticing the change in positions, the shy girl raised her head and stared at this guy questionably. He winked at her in reply and pushed his hand underneath the table while the rest were busy talking with the other girl in abaya, placing his hand on her lap and squeezing it. She jolted and stood up, looking at him in a disgusted and frightened manner. This was the main reason why she hated any of this. "Socialising" as her friend called it.

"I'm out of here" she angrily said and pushed her way out before they could even stop her, hugging her arms. Her friend stood up and hurriedly followed after her. She was able to catch up to her just as she was about to get into the elevator.

"You always have to be like this! You have to be dramatic on every outing. Last time you said you had to leave because of your brother and now you just sprinted off like someone who's possessed by jinns" the girl in the abaya complained, glaring at the poor girl.

She rolled her eyes, figuring out that telling her friend will be pointless since she's already assumed she was the bad guy, the ruiner of her "socialising"

"Well if you don't want me to be dramatic don't come to my house and drag me out, Tawakkalt" she calmly said but the girl called Tawakkalt can sense the anger laced with her friend's words. They just got into a fight, once again. They were bestfriends who got along well, but they always seemed to fight whenever it comes to outings which involved boys.

She was wary of boys, while Tawakkalt mingled with boys at any slightest chance she got, hoping she'd socialise and even get a boyfriend.

She got into the elevator and left her friend behind to continue having her fun with stupid and shameless boys.

Meanwhile, back at the lounge, on the cushions directly beside the one Tawakkalt and her friend were sitting earlier, five boys in thier late twenties were sitted. A similar situation was going on. The boys were all talking about girls and what they loved in a girl's body but only one of them seemed uninterested. He didn't have a say in any of their talks and only took a swig of his Schweppes drink.