Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 52: The Divorce

A/n: I'm heartbroken guys. So if i don't ask y'all to vote y'all won't ba😒💔

Anyways, here's an update after a long while. Khayr would finally get her long awaited freedom today🤧

Happy reading 🍝

Sul's POV

Song of chapter: Ditto by NewJeans

My eyes were closed as I leaned my pounding head on the window. Samir was driving beside me with all window vanes shut since the air conditioner was on. Various vehicles manipulated by humans wheezed on both sides of Samir's car which we were in, on a wide highway unknown to me. My mind was somewhere, but I could subconsciously hear and see the hubbub of streets in my head.

It takes me back to when I was younger, when Mama asked me to go get a job I can attend to after I'm back from school. I managed to get one on a busy road, not far from the house we were renting in at Kofar Atiku. I was very timid then and I remember how my boss would bark at me uncountably to quit working like a snail and fasten up. My shortlived job at that Mai Shayi's place was very memorial. At least, that's where I picked up some of my cooking skills. I remember getting fired because I zoned out a lot while watching the busy life across our simmering hot shop which was made of zinc. It was just too fascinating, watching millions of vehicles pass to and fro, operated by millions of people, each with a destination or an affair in mind.

What wasn't so enticing to remember about this memory was how Mama had thrashed my body with her wire cord which served as a whip; our worst nightmare, something we could never get used to. I was forced to look for more jobs, each failing barely a week after, each earning me a thrashing rather than money. Unlikely with Aisha who was relatively more social and quick-witted than I was, securing a job with a woman who sold food on the streets.

Because I couldn't work, I had my break-time and transport allowance cut off. I was given one hundred naira only. It was not enough to cover my transport to school to and fro or buy me a snack during break. On multiple occasions, I had to go and come from school on foot. Not to mention, it was so freaking far. Walking for four hours everyday, having to study hard in the night to come out with glowing grades, it wasn't easy at all.

Aisha Hassan didn't get to suffer like that. With her small wage from her lady boss, she was able to cover her transport to school and buy herself some snacks during break. She did pity me once and proposed that we split her wage together. I declined because of my self pride. I didn't want her mocking me in the future if we fight because of a small favor which she had rendered me. I was even famous at school for being 'the hungry loner who sat at the back'. Mean kids in my class waited at the gate purposely to tease me for going home on foot while they went in flashy cars.

Apparently, Mama got us both enrolled in a private school. That's why no matter what, I couldn't blame her.

I didn't blame her for cutting off my allowance. She already had to deal with our hefty school fees me and Aisha Hassan, despite being a mere primary school teacher. She had to deal with our feeding, even though we only ate once at night. She had to deal with the house rent.

I was completely brainwashed. I didn't see a delusional materialist and a hoarder in Mama. What I saw was a woman who wanted the best for us. Beating us so we can be disciplined and responsible, ensuring thoroughly that we were the best in academics so that we can get a good job and not suffer in the future. I remember not talking to Aisha for days the day she talked back at Mama after she started getting tired of the unnecessary thrashing.