"Let me tell you how you're different: look at everyone else, they are merely words while you!? You are poetry "
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Abuja,
Nigeria.
It's been a day already after her discharge from the hospital, her health is almost close to going back normal like how it was before. She has gotten back to doing her daily activities, but didn't resume school because she wants to stay back home till Monday since it's Friday.
After watching an online class regarding her culinary school, she went back to watching movies on her Mac book. It has been a very long day actually since no one was home, she spent half of the day with mubeen who also left for work.
" hello my shishturrrrrr" Aylah said immediately after flinging the door open, typical Aylah. She never knocks or say her salam, though it isn't of bother to Reeha cause they're all the same when it comes to that aspect.
She paused the movie " hi, you're back already? "
" yeah, and tired asf" she replied slumping down on the bed with force. "Don't break my bed bulldozer"
" ya rabb, I can't believe you just called me a bulldozer, I mean just look at this beautiful ladyy" Aylah said and stood up from the bed twirling, look at who said she's exhausted asf. Reeha laughed at her while she slumped back down on the bed joining her laughing.
The laughter subsided and a quiet atmosphere prevailed in the room, Reeha played back her movie while Aylah was laid down in a supine position staring at nothing in particular lost in her reverie "Reeha, let's say you have a friend, not just any friend but more like a best friend---Are you even listening she turned to look at Reeha poking her, " what were you saying?" Reeha asked pausing the movie for the second time. she was lost in the chaos of the drama she was watching that she had forgot Aylah's presence in the room.
She repeated what she said " okay then there's this guy you've been crushing on, he turned out to be their family friend's son, your friend's family friends do you understand?" Aylah asked slightly raising a brow to know if Reeha is still listening, unbeknownst to her that the word crush, only brought back his memory. one that she has been avoiding to meet him and how she was picking up his calls seldomly. She was desperately trying to move on but it seems like she couldn't because of how he was stuck in her brain, but maybe with time.
"Reeeha you're zoning out " Aylah whined, " ya ilahi, Aylah I've been listening to you" she replied as Aylah continued to narrate her story "so now if I might state out a fact that friend is you right?"
"No, it can't be me"
"Okay I see, but don't believe you. Continue"
"Whatever, okay that friend of yours knows that you're crushing on him and don't forget that you also feel like the feeling is mutual he's also interested in you by the way he always visits you at school. so this friend of yours went ahead also crushing on him and because she doesn't have that thing we call shame she is planning to propose next week"
" so what will the other girl that has been crushing on him do?"
" that's the advice I want to seek for the friend , you see I'll give her a piece of my mind at school tomorrow, I don't mind if our friendship will go in vain cause she has always been backstabbing me and what----" she cut her sentence realization dawning on her that she had spilled the beans slapping her mouth.
