Married To The Gateman

6: The Scent

She was casually walking around the house, musing to herself while she smiled softly at the thought of getting new glasses today. It had been years since something else excited her as her glasses did, and she was certain she would be the same for the rest of her life. She stopped by at the parking lot and remembered she had left her car in the club they had last visited with Adam, the key was with her. Figuring she had to go and take it, she brought her phone out and dialed Adam's number without a second thought.

"What is it now?" He said in an irritated tone and she softly smiled. No matter what this man did or say to her, she would always love him, that would be as certain as the sky unveiling itself from the darkness at dawn.

"I want to ask you about my car, is it still there?" She asked while she moved past the parking lot. Knowing it would be a lot of trouble if she was to go back and take another key, Ummah would make sure she made her regret ever doing that, and right now she wasn't in the mood to fight back whatever it was that would come her way. She would rather take a taxi.

"Where else would it be? I'm in the middle of something now, we'll talk later." He said and ended the call. She stared at the phone for a few minutes and sighed. She needed to go and make things right between her and Adam, there was no way her life would be sweet former if he was this furious at her. And it was all thanks to Mujaheed, he kept adding more fuel to the burning fire.

There was quite a distance between the main building to the gate, but she didn't mind at all. As she walked silently, her mind slowly began to think, she had tons of things to talk after all. Asma'u might not look like it, but she would surely come back to her and ask for her help. She could see it in her eyes that she loved Mujaheed, Nana had always gossiped to her about it but she had never believed her but now. Maybe that would be her way, and if it didn't work, she would have to find another way for it.

She had to be in the hospital to collect the glasses Dr. Aisha had sent before the man left work. Before she walked out of the door, "Fareeda," Mujaheed called her name as he walked out of his chamber. There were times when she wished they didn't have this full apartment given to someone like him as a mere gateman, and seeing him walked out of it now as he confidently walked up to her, she wished they only had a single and a very tight room for the gateman.

"What is it? Haven't I told you to get out of my affairs, Mujaheed?" She was even angry at herself that she turned and even as he walked toward her, she waited until he stood right in front of her.

"Where are you going? Alhaji said you shouldn't leave the house." She stared between the door and her face, the evening sun that had just cast it's dying rays on her face made it so hard for her not to cover her face with the back of her hand as she scrunched up her face.

"And what does that mean?" She hissed and tried walking away from him when he moved forward and stood in her way. Glaring at him from head to toe, Fareeda hissed once again and looked away from his sight, "I don't know why you're so full and sure of yourself, I'm not with my car for you to say something about opening the gate for me. Just get out of my way, will you?"

He wrapped his hands around his chest and shook his head at her, "Where are you going? It's a simple question unless you answer it and I figure out it's okay for you to leave the house for it, you aren't going anywhere."

"What are you? My bodyguard?!" She said sharply and he shrugged off his shoulder to show her that he didn't mind being one. She knew he was just putting up an act, he was doing all this not because he wanted to do it but because he wanted to annoy her. She hissed and resisted the urge to strangle him until his dead body fell on the floor with a thud and walked past him. But what he did next was beyond her.

Knowing that talking to Fareeda wouldn't just be pointless but it will anger him, Mujaheed meticulously pulled her glass out of her eyes, and her white, round and milky orbs turned to the direction he was standing as though she could see him. "What are you doing?! Just what the hell do you think you're doing?!" She said in a high pitched voice as her hands began to feel for something around her. She could see his blurry vision but the moment she walked toward his way, he would move aside.