𝔹𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼𝔻 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ 𝔹𝕀ℕ𝕋𝕌 (𝔸ℝ𝔼𝕎𝔸_𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕤) #wattpadcontest00 contest#Hausabooks#Arewabooks

Chapter 6--- Memory II

Chapter 6_____>>>>>>>>

Memory II

Hazbullah's pov:

I looked over at Bintu still standing still as she glares at me.

    I was shocked that she was surprisingly quiet throughout the encounter with her brother.

     "You! I'm not leaving until you explain to me how you got here" Bintu said approaching me with her two hands on her pelvis.

    I averted my gaze back to her face with some strands of her hair covering her face.

    "Use sign language or whatever to explain" She added again pulling me out of my trance.

    I looked at the bed I was managing before roaming my eyes around the building again for the umpteenth time.

     My head starts to hurt as I try my best to remember the occurrences..... what happened to me....how'd I end up in a village which looks like the people there are still living at stone age.

**FLASHBACK***
"And the winner of the annual International boxing competition between Nigeria Indonesia is..... Hazbullah Hakim!" The referee announced through the loud microphone of the grand boxing stage.

     Cheers and shouts could be heard as the results was announced.

     "HAZBULLAH!!!" People cheered from their seats waving hands towards the stage while some where holding up posters with his pictures.

     Hazbullah raised up the golden belt which he won before binding it around his waist.

     His assistant immediately walked over to him with a bottle of water and a large towel as he descended down the stage.

    Mr. and Mrs. Hakim walked towards their son happily with Mrs. Hakim hugging him proudly immediately she neared him.
   
     Mrs. Hakim always stays backstage whenever her son fights because she is the type of woman to always hate violence.
   
    She never watched them closely because she could not withstand the sight of it.
   
    Marrying Mr.Hakim was out of pure love regardless of the fact that he was a former boxer.
 
      "You know mom you don't always have to be here" Hazbullah said to his mother knowing her feelings towards boxing ignoring the fact that his father also stood near her
   
   "You don't have to worry son, I'll be just fine" She said to her son but her disturbed features were evident on her face.

    "Let's meet at the exit" Mr. Hakim said coldly to his son but you could still hear a hint of proudness from his tone.

     Hazbullah nodded his head walking over the back stage to his personal changing room with his assistant following behind him.

     "Sani, water?" Hazbullah asked entering the lavishly polished room.

     A large King sized bed lay at the far end of the room with a matching wardrobe near it.

     There was a large mirror and a majestic chair facing it. The room has been arranged in a lavish yet simple way to match the personality of thier boxers.

     Hazbullah sat on one of the chairs facing the mirror as he collected the water from Sani.

      He stared at his reflection on the mirror revealing a muscular body glistening with sweats under the brightly lit room's chandelier.

      "Do I have any other match for today?" Hazbullah asked Sani.

      The boxers are all meant to have a match a day but Hazbullah being the best of all, he does more.

   "No sir, but you have a family dinner by 7:30" Sani obediently answered.

      "You can go" Hazbullah said to Sani who bowed at his master before leaving the room.

     Hazbullah stood up and entered the door at the far end which has a lavishly modernized bathroom.

    He stood underneath the shower as the water poured down on him bringing a sort of relief to him as they soothe his tired muscles.

     He closed his eyes raising his head up allowing the water to wash down his face.

     "No I do not want to be a boxer.... I have no interest in that.... I want to be a surgeon daddy" the sound of a little boy pleading with his father still played freshly in his head, He could envision it clearly like it was happening right infront of him again.

    "You must follow after me! The blood of boxing runs through your vein! That's what you're born for! Now lift!" The stern voice of his father's reply sounded as he commanded him to lift the heavy rock.

     "No!!!" Hazbullah shouted recovering form his trance as he opened his eyes.

     The scene and voice still played vividly in his head like a memory permanently glued.

     Hazbullah exited the bathroom with a towel tied around his abdomen to the bathroom area.

     The boxing company give extra special treatments and facilities to their best players and Hazbullah turned out to be the best.

    He bought out a plain white top and a matching black trousers from the wardrobe to wear.

      He wore a Louis Vuitton trainers and carried his phone exiting the room.

      His black curly hair which was platted is now wet with some droplets of water falling into his shirt as he walks.

     He was met with the sight of his parents waiting for him including Sani.

     Karima approached her son smiling lovingly as she says "hope you'll be present for the family dinner today?".

    "Yes I'll meet you at your home" he said to his mom walking towards his car.

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