AMAL: hope

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

* Your future needs you not your past.*

AMAL.

" Amal you have to wake up fa. The tea party will soon start." Khaulah's voice instead of my regular alarm woke me up. On this blessed morning again. Oh me Amal.

  " Oh ni Amal." I grumbled as I stood up. My hair had formed a bed nest on my head. My pajamas had two button opened. Last night event drained me out. My head was pounding like pounded yam.

" Oya enter bathroom, abi you want those old women to come and bathe you." Khaulah said. Immediately I heard those old women, the sleep disappeared from my eyes. I rushed inside the bathroom. Thank God Khaulah had already set a lukewarm water in the bathtub. I put a drop of the scented arabian soap Mamalee brought and the whole bathroom started scenting like that oud. Next I added all those traditional soaps and stuffs that according to the elderly women, it will soften the skin texture. I had a quick bath not wanting to delay Khaulah anymore.

I met she already laid a brown armani abaya on the bed. She immediately came to me and started drying my hair.

" We have to be quick, cause I just lied to mum that you are doing something. I will also do your makeup." She said. Thank God.

She stretched my hair and packed it with a brown ribbon on the table stand.

The light brown abaya fitted my skin. It was so beautiful, the stone made beautiful patterns on it.

  " Should I tell you something but please don't freak out." Khaulah said as she stood in front of me admiring the gown.

" What's that." I said as I looked at her back.

" Okay, every single stone on this abaya is made of gold." She said. Okay I guess I am about to freak out. Do you know how many mini stones are on this cloth, before we move on to the bigger once.

Gold. Money.

" How much does this dress cost." I asked her. Not that I could pay, I just want to know.

  '' I don't know. Mum has her own cloth dealer at Dubai. I think it should be one million naira or thereabout." She said nonchalantly.

One freaking million

" Don't be offended, but was mamalee sweared with gold. I mean did medusa..." I didn't complete my statement when she started laughing.

What's funny?

" You are you are so funny Amal. Do you know how old I am?" She asked me. I just pray she doesn't take offense.

  " No." I replied shaking my head.

  " Am just twenty. Do feel free. Mummy is a royalty and that is the reason for her obsession with gold. One of her grandpa is an Arabian royalty. She was like this since. Would you believe when I was young all my doll had golden earrings. A barbie house of mine had a golden door. And my piggy bank was a gold box. That was just his great granddaughter, just imagine mum. So sometimes when I see mum's gold obsession I don't blame her wallahi." She explained.

Gold toys.

People are enjoying wealth same ways others are suffering with poverty. But gold toys were extreme. I just smiled at her explanation cause I was speechless..less.