Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 37: Letting go

Hameed's POV

"Good night, Yaya Hameed," I heard Jalika say, but I turned a deaf ear.

It's for the best.

"Hameed," Mujahid nudged at my arm "Jalika is saying good night"

"I heard" I said simply as he fastened his seatbelt. I'm supposed to fasten mine too, but God knows that I hate seatbelts. Especially if I'm not the one driving. Heck even if I'm the one, i still find seatbelts very uncomfortable and restricting. The complete opposite of the essence of seatbelts in a car; which is to protect.

"Jalika is a nice girl, Hameed" Mujahid started after we drove a distance from his house. I rolled my eyes, remaining silent.

Again, It's for the best.

"You should give her a chance.." he added. I thought my silence gave him all the answers. It's clear already. I don't like that girl. Or any other girl for that matter.

I want her. And she's gone.

"Mujahid, if you're just going to talk to me about that girl anytime I come to your house I'll stop coming over. I'm not even joking" I firmly said

"Is this about that gir-" here we go again!

"Jalika is not my type okay!" I almost yelled.

I heaved out a sigh. I'm no supposed to yell. But oh well... "Sorry for yelling. But it's the truth. She's not my type."

I should've never brought my feet back to this Sokoto sef. 'Cause it seems as if everyone has nothing to tell or ask me but "get a new girl" or "is it because of that girl?"

That girl has a name okay! It's better though that they don't mention the name. Calling her "that girl" was traumatizing enough since I already know whom they're referring to.

It's Ramadan, and I'm in Sokoto for the Ramadan break after a long long time. After the incident at the hospital, I never stepped a foot into Sokoto again. I exiled myself from my own town.

I did return, but just once. For Khayr's marriage. But since that day, I never brought myself here again. I made myself stay behind at school, even while we were on break.

The reason why I'm here this time is not even because of Ramadan. My mom started complaining about it, one. And two, my friends were tired of sacrificing thier breaks for me. I had to come home with them. Somehow, they felt really weird about leaving me in Maradi all alone. So they always sacrificed their breaks to be with me. My friends are gems, I know. They've just being extremely supportive of me since the breakup.

Today's the 22nd of Ramadan and eight days to Eid.

It doesn't feel thesame, really. I have my friends, I have my family.....yet I still feel lonely.

I miss waking her up for suhur, I miss hearing her voice at iftar, I miss her random iftar surprises, I miss our late night talks, waking each other up for tahajjud....

After she got out of my life, it was as if a huge portion of me got deleted.

I've become so unnatural that everyone around me believes it's because I don't have a girlfriend. Hence why they keep shoving girls my way. Sure, I needed a girl in my life. But not just any girl. It's her that I want. And I can never get her. That thought makes me feel even worse and it's why i'm unable to get better.

Even if I command myself to move on, I see something which reminds me of her and it all comes crashing back again.

Jalika is a relative of Mujahid's wife. She lives with them apparently. I actually hate this... this that most hausa girls do after they get married. They for certain reasons fancy bringing their female younger ones to live with them in their homes. I don't know how old this Jalika girl is, and I don't care. She's younger than me though, that's for sure. Again, for reasons i cannot fathom, Mujahid feels like Jalika is a perfect match for me.