Love,hate,chaos are all forms of emotions.
The light breeze sweeping through the windows of Sultana's room woke her up from her deep slumber. She stretched her hands widely relieving her muscles from the certain position she's been all through the night.
With her hair ruffled and her mind eased from the events of the previous day,she jumped off the bed and walked herself to the bathroom. It's already 12:00pm so she quickly brushed her teeth and perform ablution. She headed back to the room and prayed subhi prayer. Twitching her eyes from the heaviness,she picked up the half sachet of La Rocha and gulped it down her throat. It's already a part of her,taking half a sachet;that's five pills every morning before breakfast and every evening before bed. She removed the hijab and reached out for her turban in the chess of drawers beside her.
Looking at her disorganized self one last time,she walked out to the household."I'm sorry I couldn't do anything yesterday." Sultan's voice sounded from a not so far distance. She stood in the kitchen holding onto the fridge handle.
"It's alright actually. I took no offense. By the way,that Qalb of a guy did help."
"You know you need to be nicer to him yeah? He is a good guy."
"It doesn't matter bro,I have other things to worry about."
"Blahhhh whatever." He said while tossing the omelet he just made into the plate.
"I'll say hi to him for you." He added and laughed at her facial expression.
"You know better than to do that." She joined him on the kitchen island,taking the omelet bit by bit as they chat.
"Excuse me ma'am." A maid came into the kitchen and handed over a package to her. "A delivery man just dropped this for you."
With a confused look,Sultana collected the package and dropped it by the side.
"Thank you Naomi." She half smiled and stared at the package. And for a minute, she could swear it was from black axe because she used a sim card that she broke to text him because she is almost out of Molly and Rocha,she needs restocking. Even though he didn't reply,which was unlike him,she kept her hopes high;but she saw a paper with:
'I kinda promised myself to not reach out to you again but I guess you're a magnet and I'm the metal. Have a nice day sultana. Qalb❤️.'
Written on it.
A small smile formed on her lips; you can call it a reflex or whatever but in her brain she was planning on throwing it away and here she is devouring into the box.
It was a box of chocolate;snickers,her favorite. She picked one out and removed it from the leather then continued opening the box,totally forgetting about Sultan's presence. There was a Quran,something she never owned and an envelope containing three Polaroids pictures of her while sleeping in his car."Wallahi you can't tell me your heart is not touched by this!" Sultan shouted and jumped off the kitchen counter.
"Okay fine! Don't come for my life." She said and rushed to her room.
For the first time in a couple of days she decided to open her laptop and type and search for something; something like "how do I love again?"
Coincidentally,the moment the network connects,she saw a couple of mails popping up.
All from Blackaxe.The first one read he needed money to fly out of the country because the NDLEA people are after him
The second one read; they've arrested me,go and pack any traces of yourself from the basement.
They next read; I'm in a deep shit,if it persists they'll definitely get all information about us.
Ps:don't reply,they have no idea I've a phone with me.
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Atonement
Ficção GeralIn this emotionally charged tale, "Atonement" explores the complexities of human nature, the depths of remorse, and the transformative power of forgiveness. Through poignant and vivid storytelling, it weaves together themes of love, loss, betrayal...