Well here I come again....i hope you're liking this story. Am encouraging non-Africans to also read this.
Dedicated to Sophy
IMRAN'S POV
Music blasted through the speakers of my brand new Benz
"First you both go out your way and the vibe is feeling strong...!" I sang along from the song, see you again.
My phone vibrated and I immediately turned down the volume. My cousin Nasma was calling..what's up with this girl.
"Yo!" I said casually
"Imran! Really need your help. Can you please come over to my place and pick me up. All the drivers dissappeard and you know today's a busy day huh? Please Imran,just today. Take us to today's venue!" she pleaded. Ugh! Girls and weddings.
" Alright Alright. Be there in a sec!" I assured her. I cant say No to her. She's one of my closest cousins and a very good sister. She screamed and I had to inch the phone away. Is this her way of saying thank you?.... Good God!! Girlssss! Ewwwww.
It took me a few minutes to arrive at thier house. They stood just by the entrance. They were for of them, all dressed in red and black. Girls and matching colors. She hopped in the front seat.
"Thank you so much!" she squealed.
"Always at your service!" I teased, half bowing. I turned on the ignition and drove out. The car smelled of their perfume, too feminine. I blasted the AC but it was of no use. Gosh!!!
I looked through the rearview mirror... One of the girls was busy scribbling down something. Can someone tell her that she can use her phone.
Old fashioned..i thought
Well we arrived at the venue and the girls got out...Nasma cheerily thanking me and promising to make it up to me.
" Hey its nothing. I'll come and pick you up when everythings over!!" I said with a lopsided smile. She thanked me again and headed towards the enttance of calligraphy hall...
" So....this Hanaa, do you like her a lot?" I asked kamal , my friend as I twisted my car keys in my hands
"If I dont, I wouldn't be standing here!" he said with a ping of sarcasm in his voice.
We were standing at the entrance of a house, or lemme say a Mansion. Kamal asked me to accompany him....i said yes because I dont like letting people down. So I brought him to see this girl...Hanaa. She's in the same university with him buh a year behind him. Studying the same boring physiology. Lord. I never dreamt of doing this really. To make it clear, I've never stood outside a mansion waiting for some creepy girl to just walk out and hug me saying she misses me...Whatever.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of stilletos... I looked up. Mehn! She was beautiful. She walked gracefully towards Kamal, smilling and flashing her teeth. She had this one sided dimple, how cute... Wait! Why am I staring?
She's your friend's girlfriend you idiot!
Ohhh yeahh! I tore my eyes off her and concentrated on my phone. I could here them talking in whispers... Idiots. Why will you talk in whispers when you're sure you're not talking about assasination or robbing a bank. People can be so weird asswea.
My phone vibrated.
Sweetest Imran....We're done, waiting for you.
Ohh! I almost forgot about the girls asswea. I told Kamal I had to go amd he was cool with it. I hopped into my car and drove outta the house.
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Well...Imran is not that kinda guy that is into all this Romance and stuff. He'
