Jeedarh POV
As I arrived at my destination, I was lost in thought. My friends, Nabbeelarh and Zahra, opened the gate and greeted me with a sudden hug. I was shocked and joked about being suffocated.
After freshening up, we sat down to eat a delicious porridge yam with ugwu leaves. I was amazed by their cooking skills. We decided to have a talk, and Zahra mentioned a plan to visit a new restaurant and have a picnic with a dressing code. I was excited.
Just then, my phone rang. It was my mom. I picked up, and she started scolding me, saying I only think of myself and don't care about my siblings. I tried to explain, but she wouldn't listen. I ended the call, tears streaming down my face.
My friends noticed my tears and asked if I was okay. I tried to brush it off, but they insisted on knowing what was wrong. I apologized for not opening up to them earlier. They reassured me that they're there for me, and we shared a group hug.
To lift my mood, we decided to play some music and dance. Nabbeelarh knew I loved music, and we started singing "I Promise" by Harris J. We used water bottles as microphones and sang our hearts out.
Afterward, we decided to dress up and go to the restaurant. We wore black abayas with red Jersey veils and sunglasses, looking like classic ladies. At the restaurant, we ordered milkshakes and striped chicken with cheese. Nabbeelarh noticed a handsome guy staring at us, but before we could react, he hit his head on the glass door, and we burst out laughing.
The music started playing, and we sang along to "Showa" by Kizz Daniel. We enjoyed our food and each other's company, forgetting our worries.
As the night ended, we went home, tired but happy. Our sleeping position was hilarious, with me on the couch, Nabbeelarh on the floor, and Zahra with her head on Nabbeelarh's stomach. We slept till morning, exhausted but content. Today was fun, and I couldn't believe we didn't even change into nightwear. Tomorrow is lecture day, and Mondays are always tiring. I drifted off to sleep, saying "Bismika Allahuma ammutu wa'aya.
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DREAM GIRL
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