Over and Over

Traito

MAKKAH,
SAUDI ARABIA.

NARRATOR'S POV

Ummu, with grace and elegance, began to narrate the history of the El-Baaz family.

"Amin, my late husband, and also Hakeem's grandfather hails from Morocco.

We met and fell in love when he came to Nigeria for political purpose, he was a prince at that time while I was the Queen of Kano."

Their union had not only joined two nations but also sown seeds for the current royal lineage.

"As a result, " Ummu continued, "Muhammad became the King of this era, and Hakeem the next.

Layla, who sat next to Ummu, listened to the El-Baaz history intently, "Let's eat, please," King salman said after dinner was served.

After dinner, the couple walked back to their room, "Layla, where are you taking this luggage?" Hakeem asked as he saw Layla busy moving her boxes from the closet to the door.

"You don't have to know, Mr. Morrocan Monkey, " she said loud enough for him to hear.

"Did you just call me a Monkey, a freaking monkey?" he said with a dark gaze, and his eyes narrowed at her.

"A morrocan one for that matter," she replied, not sparing him a glance, "if only you were some other person," he said, smirking at her with his gaze fixated on her.

He was literally seeing his reflection in her eyes, and you could swear Layla got weak in the knees at that moment.

She thought he was going to do something about what she said, but he did the opposite and walked away, leaving her confused.

"She thinks she's the only one that got tricks," he said to himself, smiling weirdly as he removed his wristwatch.

He picked up a white towel and walked to the lavatory swiftly.

Layla, on the other hand, innocently waited for the housekeeper to come take her to her room.

After a while, Hakeem came out of the lavatory, and he met Layla adamantly sitted in the same position he left her.

"I see you're still here," Hakeem said, pouring the orange juice into a glass with a towel wrapped around his waist and the other draped on his neck.

On the other side of the room, she lay on the bed, her back on the board of the bed.

"Let me be, please," she said to herself and turned her head to avoid his gaze.

"So you're avoiding me now, huh?" he said, gulping down the chilled orange juice that was in his hand.

She didn't respond to him. Instead, she was on a train of thoughts. Seeing how diverted she was, he decided to apprehend her.

LAYLA'S POV

"Layla," he called in a quiet voice. I turned my head slightly to face him, and to my bewilderment, he was still in a freaking towel.

I moved my legs, giving him space to sit on the bed, and so he did.

He handed a glass of juice, and i collected without talking.

The room was dimly lit. It was as if the room had only candles and no electric lights.

"Are you still waiting for kazeem," he asked teasingly, "as you can see I am," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"What was that just now," he said, giving me a very dark eye, which made me shiver down to my spine, but i masked it up.