STAINED

Chapter 7

Lagos, Nigeria

Inaaya Abubakar.

"Good afternoon dear" she smiled brightly at the lady in front of her, her hair peaked out of her veil and she used her fingers to pushe them back. She wore a green floral dress which was a round neck and long sleeves, she used the dress's veil to do a lazy hijab style which suited her face  perfectly, a black bag was hanged on her shoulder. While she held her phone in her right hand, a huge black nylon was in her left.

"Good afternoon" Fatima beamed as she opened the door more to let Inaaya in.

The latter said a quite Salam as she stepped into the cold and scented living room, the turaren wuta scent hanged in the air and she couldn't help but closer her eyes briefly to inhale the heavenly scent.

"I'm sorry I was late, you know how bad Lagos traffic is" Inaaya apologized as she made herself comfortable on one of the luscious couches in the living room.

Fatima waved her off,
"Oh it's fine, I just woke up too. It's been a long month you know." She laughed slightly before continuing "Nevermind I'm just lazy, oh! Forgive my manners let me get you something to drink"

"Don't worry, I'm fine you don't need to get me anything." Inaaya quickly stopped her.

"Please just let me"

She didn't wait for a response as she disappeared into the barander to the kitchen.

She brought our her phone to distract her from looking, she found it rude to look around people's homes when they are not around--- she found it hypocritical even.

Minutes later, the beaming lady gets back to the living room with a white tray in her hands, she smiled as she placed it down on the center table close to Inaaya.

"Thank you"

She waved her off as she went back to her original spot.

To avoid been rude to the polite lady, Inaaya grabbed a hold of the chilled bottled water and brought it to her mouth after removing the cap, she took a sip and returned the bottle.

"When do we start?"

Two weeks after Fatima and Mukhtar's wedding the couple had contacted her, Fatima wanted a private class with her to teach her most of the things she was still lacking in with deserts. Mukhtar is a sweet tooth, he liked everything that's sweet, so the wife made it a mission to learn what she could.

"Whenever you're ready" Fatima replied.

"I'm ready whenever you're ready just say the word" Inaaya said giving her tight lipped smile.

"Okay, let me get the kitchen ready for us first. Where's the stuff?" She asked as she got on her feet.

Inaaya handed her the black nylon kept beside her,
"Here it is, its just a few stuff I think we might need"

Nodding Fatima took a hold of the nylon and dashed out of the living room.

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Fatima threw her head back as she laughed, clutching onto her stomach a loud cough caught her throat.

Inaaya immediately passed her some water from the fridge shaking her head at the lady, she found her to be just like Asmu. They both laughed without any control or care in the world.

"Honestly, I want to live with Ummita even if it's just for a few days, she sounds so fun to be with!" Fatima exclaimed, wiping the tears from laughing away from her face.

"That's what everyone says! I think maybe it's because you don't know how troublesome she can be. Ummita is not a piece of cake" she shook her head.

How she opened up to Fatima so quick? She does not know, she is someone who rarely talk when she's In a new place, part of why she has bad blood with almost everyone in her parternal family. They think she's too arrogant and its really not arrogancy at all, she just finds it hard to fit in.