EXTRA MILE FOR LOVE

1: His lucky day

She clutched her bag as she hasten to reach her hostel room, using her palms to wipe off the raindrops on her face. "What was i thinking when i went out without an umbrella, today of all days?" She shook her head as she gently opened the door .

"Assalamu Alaikum ( Peace be upon you) " She squeaked. " Wa alaikumus Salam" Her roommates all chorus .

"Look at you darling, you're shivering all over . Why did you come back in this rain? If you catch a cold we are all going to pay dearly for it" Zarah whined deliberately ,mimicking how Najma rolls her eyes.
Najma stood as she watched them laughed hysterical. How did she end up with such crazy people as roommates?

"I'm going to get you back for this I promise. Let me just settle down first." She declared removing her veil as she exclaimed, " Oh Lord ! Look at how this veil is dripping. I really underestimated the rain when i left Basma's hostel, I should have waited a little longer."

"You have been on my mind since it started raining you know." Zarah winked . Najma knew it was all story for the gods. She knows no one gets her back genuinely in this school like Basma does. After all, She has known Basma since foever. They grew up together just like siblings. She sighed wrapping a towel over her slim body .

"Don't tell me you're going to take a bath right now?" Adama asked Najma with her eyes wide open .
"You won't understand how dirty i feel right now! You know how much i get irritated when it rains and i have to step out. With all the mud, The dirty water in the potholes, Oh lord of heavens ! Speaking about it is making me feel dose of goosebumps popping on my skin!" She whined in disgust.

"Adama please allow Najma to go and have her bath in Peace before she starts wailing here." Zarah declared. "Fine , Fine, go and have your bath in peace."

"Thank you!" Najma sighed leaving the room carrying a bucket full of water in her hand.

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"Mummy please send the driver with it ,mine is finished already." She complained over the phone. "Najma tell me the truth, have you started eating Turaren wuta?." Her mother asked, trying so hard to control an outburst of laughter trying to escape from her lips. She knew it was a rhetorical question that'd awake the drama queen in Najma.

"Mum please! How can I possibly do that? Though I prefer Turaren wuta over food sometimes." Najma declared flipping her hair as she rolled her eyes.

"What do i do with you Najma?" Mummy chuckled, She guessed the look on Najma's face already.Rolling her eyes and flipping her hair. Mummy always thinks Najma must have being a white in her previous life or something, Astagfurullah. But she strongly believed " Najma's foreign behaviors " as she termed it was attributed with the fact that she watches too much American movies.

"Okay fine. I will send you one collection insha Allah" She gave in . "Yesss! That's my sweet Mum. It should be the usual Mum, I didn't really like the new one you bought the last time." Her usual Turaren wuta plug was always "Kamshi Kamshi bakhoor Or Turaren Wuta by Ray". Najma's profound love for Turaren wuta can't be explained, it won't be too harsh to label it as "Her obsession."

"Alright dear. I've to hang up now, Haidar is crying" She hanged up before she could wait for Najma's response, she knew Najma was definitely going to soon request for all the Turaren wuta in the whole world if care is not taken.

She shook her head as she smiled dropping her phone on the bed. Her roommates were all busy making calls with the "Love of their lives " As they termed it . "Heyyyy I'm hungry, let's go and get some dinner " She whispered to Zarah who was so lost in the world of words that her lover was spitting.

"Zarah!" She whispered yelled tapping her hard on the shoulder. "Najma please just give me two minutes to round up here, some single people never value lovers time." She threw a sub that Najma caught immediately.