ℋ𝒾𝓈 ℳ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓀𝒶

HM{09}

27th Aril 2022

YOLA, NIGERIA

MALIKAS POV:

Do you overthink? Like actual overthinking, I feel like that's what I do best, really. I've been in here since three-thirty and its currently four-thirty-nine. Choosing an outfit came really easy to me, so why have I been pacing in this closet for the past hour, I'm not even joking. I don't want to wear something that will contribute to spoiling my mood later on and I don't want to wear anything tight because it will also contribute to spoiling my mood later on. I really don't care what people think about me, but as I said earlier, overthinking.

I can get clothes from my mom since she's taller than me a little, so I all but ran to Naana's room, I salaamed as I opened the door and found it empty then a few seconds later I heard her voice replying to my salaam. I made my way to her closet and I found her in really beautiful Senegalese boubou which complimented her skin tone so well.

"Why aren't you ready, we leave in 20 minutes" was the first thing that came out her mouth after she finished assessing me from head to toe. "I don't know what to wear" and I answered and watched her closely as her expressions changed from surprise to annoyance, probably because she knows my tactics to well now I might have to change them, soon.

"I'm pretty sure I saw you came with three suitcases, what happened to all the clothes inside?" I really did come to Yola with three suitcases two for my clothes, skincare, makeup and toiletries and the last for my shoes, bags and gift items for my cousins that I plan on giving them for Eid.

Groaning I answered "you know how Hajiya is, I don't want her to ruin my mood because of clothes, so I was hoping you'd help me chose" or give me from your closet I added in my head. She dropped the ring she was holding and turned to face me with a knowing smile on her face. She's so pretty

"let's go" she said walking ahead of me out of the closet, took the cap-I never noticed – and walked out the door as she was wearing it. We made our way to my room with me following her. she entered my closet and stared in shock, the once tidy closet now had clothed on both the beanbags and on the floor. The drawers messy and shoes all over. knowing what she'll say I next, I did myself the honors of explaining

"I'll clean it when we get back in sha Allah" she turned and looked at me for a few seconds and them turned her head and said "I didn't say anything" I just shrugged in reply

Five minutes later I am sat doing a very basic everyday makeup-eyeliner, kohl and lip gloss-, after I'd finished doing that, I carried my head-tie and attempted to tie it, which was very unsuccessful because five minutes later Nadiya was tying it for me. I wore a red, black and white detailed Chiganvy sewn into an A-shape gown with trumpet sleeves with lacy finish and a Crew neckline it also has pockets and was very comfortable and beautiful, of-course my best girl made it. I completed the look by adding a box shaped Ruby jewelry set-necklace, rings, earrings, and bracelet- from my brand, and a white veil because wearing red or black would be too much. For a bag I chose to go with my Chanel cross body bag that I carry everywhere because it does its job well and its not too huge, I arranged my wallet, wipes, hand sanitizer, lip balm and gloss, cash, airpods, charger, powerbank, mints and gum. and for shoes I carried my brand-new black Hermes flats that I got as a gift; Allah knows I don't have the energy for heels this fine evening

Because we have six-minute left before we leave, I decided to go and take pictures for my Instagram because Amal called earlier and told me I hadn't posted in days and I should post something "even If it is a picture of my lip gloss" she said and I quote. Amal is my personal assistant, and I really haven't posted on my Instagram for a while.