This might be shit but here we go....
Asma
I had just picked up my graduation clothes heading home when my phone buzzed, it was a call, I answered the call with a smile
"Hi Yaya" he wasn't in the country but I had a goal of dragging him back to Nigeria again "hi min, why the calls?" Wherever he was it was noisy I had a hard time hearing him "My graduation is next week" he's meant to be there no matter what "what day again?" He asked" I smiled "Friday" I was on cloud nine, it was this easy getting him here "I have an important flight to pilot that day min, it's to Riyadh and some sheikhs are flying commercial on that day, but Sunday, I'll be there, we'll have a party okay?" I bit back the scream threatening to come out, he brought me down to the ground "I'm sorry min" he sounded apologetic
"Don't come on Sunday, just leave it, no hard feelings, we'll have you on video call after your flight" there were hard feelings, big ones, I won't show up for something important of his too, I'll settle it in the future, I'll put work before him and he'll know how it feels
"Alright min, I'll call you back later" he sounded distracted "Aiit bye" I turned off the call before him, the rest of the drive back home was quiet
The tv was on, I could hear it from the door, I closed the door and said my salam despite knowing no one would hear, the noise was too loud and I recognized it was cartoon which could only mean Maya is back, she spent three weeks away in her aunt's house, I went to the parlor to find nobody there, I turned off the tv then left
I was met with a sight of the father and daughter duo sitting at the table having lunch, I said another salam, they both answered
"She's still here?" Maya asked without caring to reduce her voice, how rude, I definitely did not miss her, he ignored her
"Ana ma badrib ha" she spoke in shuwa, I smiled, while he gave her a warning look, I knew what it meant but ignored "you're back" I say to her with a polite smile, I don't really have one but yeah you get it, this girl looks at me and continues eating, she said it herself, she doesn't like me and her father was telling me three weeks ago that she does, by the way, after that talk with him our lives went back to normal, him acting like I don't exist and me avoiding him at any cost
"Amshi fock" she stood up "ishuki" he pointed at her plate, she picked up her food and went upstairs like he instructed, he waited till he heard her door shut "Amma requested we go, we're going to your house too" alright, though I've been going home but I'll act like I've not, I nodded
"What time?" I asked "an hour from now" wow... what a considerable bitch he is, I just came back, I smell like food because I've been in that overcrowded kitchen cooking different dishes for five hours, I had to pick up my graduation dress and I come back he tells me we're going out in an hour, just perfect
I nodded and dragged my feet upstairs, took of my clothes, took a twenty minutes shower, ten minutes to do my routine, changed into a free dress and used the remaining thirty minutes to sleep which was short because of the knocking on my door
I was tired, my eyes fought to stay open "are you done?" He asked from outside "done with what?" I tried getting off the bed, the door swung open which had me sitting back, who the hell does that! What if I was naked!, I get it it's his house but I should get some privacy "you're not ready" my whole room was filled with his scent, he was dressed in a navy blue kaftan and a navy blue zanna Bukar with white designs, he sighed "we have to come back before nine, it's six already, dress up" he looked annoyed tough I'm sure it's not me, I nodded, he closed the door and went down, I entered the closet and picked the first Abaya my eyes landed on, I took off the free gown and replaced it with an ankle length straight skirt and a light body hug long sleeve, wrestled into the abaya, put some oil perfume on my skin, picked my bag and ambled downstairs, he sat in the parlor using his phone while Maya seemed to be blabbering something
