Abandoned Hearts

Chapter 10

Salim's POV
Abuja, Nigeria.

RECAP!!

I felt someone's presence behind me, from the cold aura, I already knew who the person was.

Ya Allah! I hope he didn't hear this conversation.

I slowly turned, still praying that he didn't hear anything.

PRESENT!!

My eyes met with a pair of colder eyes. His eyes has always been like that; cold and expressionless. Sometimes even colder than mine.
The guy never smiles.

I even smile more often than him.

But deep down, he was a softie, a big softie for that matter. He doesn't like to show the 'soft' side of his to people he isn't very free with. He prefers being marked as the cold and intimidating one.

It's fun for him. Lol.

“Is everything okay Fu'ad?” I finally asked after our staring contest.

The guy didn't even blink o, shegen raini!

But this is Fu'ad that we're talking about, wetin man go say?

“Yeah, everything is okay but you have a visitor.”

“Visitor Kuma?” last time I checked no one told me he or she is visiting me, so what's all this disturbance.

With the wedding stress and whatnot, I'm minutes away from running mad.

Yes, that's how extreme it is.

“Waye ne?” I asked again. Let me not go and embarrass myself.

“Yace kar in fada maka, that you should go and find out yourself.” Fu'ad replied.

Now, who is this person? Like I'm very eager to see who the person is.

“Where is he?”

“In your home office.” was Fu'ad's clipped reply.

“Okay, gani nan zuwa!” I said as I made my way away from the balcony.  I stopped when I noticed Fu'ad took my place at the balcony. I just decided to say something to him.

“Oh, and Fu'ad....”

“Hmmm.” The introverted Fu'ad answered.

“At least smile a little, we don't want you scaring the guests, do we?”

Fu'ad didn't say anything tho, but the bright smile that was plastered across his face was more than enough, rather an answer to my question.

Not question, joke!

It was that smile that we all rarely see, the smile that vanished two years ago, ever since our father's demise.

I just nodded at him and made my way to my home office.

That person must be someone I know very well, if not why will he be allowed into my home office?

Immediately I got in, the strong cologne of his welcomed me. Though not strong enough to overpower hajiya's signature turaren wuta that she burns in the home office every morning.

That turaren wuta is heaven!

I was also greeted with long legs clad in cargo pants on top of my table, and he didn't even bother to move the files on the table.

What a great welcome, yeah?

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you "Player 003 of Abuja"

Bello Abdul-latif Aliyi aka Bello A.A

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Short yeah?

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Smooches!!!