Over and Over

Dandelions

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EL-BAAZ MANSOR,
KANO,
NIGERIA.

LAYLA'S POV

feeling unsettled after the lengthy journey, I opted to refresh myself with a shower.

The accommodations provided were notably comfortable, which prompted me to entertain the thought of indulging in a prolonged rest.

As i sat on the bed in contemplation, wrapped in a robe, thinking of what to wear, a sudden knock interrupted my reverie.

"Please enter," I responded, rising from my seated position. A maid, adorned in uniform attire, entered the room.

"Good evening ma'am," she said with her head down, "Malika(Ammi) said I should inform you that the clothes you are supposed to wear are in the closet."

The maid then left, and i hurriedly opened the closet to see if i could find the dress.

"Wow," i said after seeing the dress. it was a red wine coloured dress that had silver lining on it.

Within a few minutes, i got ready. I did not even apply any makeup, but surely, i looked beautiful.

I encountered a slight dilemma when i found myself unable to fasten my zipper.

Prompted by this challenge, i ventured into the corridor seeking assistance.

"Excuse me," i said, walking down the corridor, as i was seriously in need of help.

Despite my efforts to attract attention, my calls went unanswered, which led me to ponder the solitude of the surroundings.

"How do residents manage in such circumstances?" I mused to myself.

I was habitually walking down the hallway with my head lowered. However, a collision with a solid structure compelled me to raise my gaze upward.

"Innalilahi," i uttered, questioning the presence of the individual before me. "Are you an akin to the jinn," i wondered aloud.

"First you were in Abuja and now here," i said, referencing encounters both in Abuja and our current location.

"Are you perhaps stalking me, or did you come to steal," i inquired, with a hint of rudeness.

This was directed towards the gentleman who had sought directions from me previously.

The gentleman maintained his composure as i expressed my frustration towards him, which was kind of annoying.

Despite my engrossment in conversation, i remained unaware as he gently rotated me, adjusting my position without my permission, and efficiently zipped up my zipper at an angle of 180 degrees.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he addressed me, his voice eliciting a reaction from me .

"In fact, I should be posing that question to you. This establishment belongs to me. Therefore, may I inquire as to your purpose here?" he inquired calmly.

Initially taken aback by his statement,  i composed myself before responding, "Excuse me, could you please clarify your statement?"

With a sigh, he reiterated, "I am the proprietor of this establishment. Therefore, I must inquire as to the reason for your presence here."

"Excuse me," i stuttered, feeling flustered. I was determined not to exacerbate my embarrassment, so i swiftly departed the scene.

Navigating through the unfamiliar layout of the house, i found myself downstairs, but the confusing layout proved to be a challenge as i became disoriented, struggling to find my way.