Behind that attitude.

Chapter 7

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Farouk's pov
I drove straight to the hospital where my dad usually has his check ups. I parked the car and brought her out, some of the nurses spotted me coming and they instantly pull a bed and drag her to the emergency room.

I sat on one of the chairs in the waiting area, several what if's running through my head.

The doctor came out later on  revealing that she has a heart problem, he then asked for her previous reports, i went to the car and checked the papers i had packed before...
They were the ones.  i handed the papers to him and later on he narrated that its not a really great problem, she is used to having similar problems and that she will wake up soon after having some sleep.
"Just give her cold plain black tea as she wakes up" said dr Mark.
"Okay, thanks Dr" i replied as we shake hands.

She's beautiful, first class, she's not that fair, her complexion is more of the black Americans.
She posses those pink colored lips, long eye lashes, well curved brows,  cocacola shaped body. She got this long hair that nearly reach her waist, her hair is all over the place covering half of her face as she sleeps angelically. "Not bad" i muttered
I tried to remove those black silky strands of hair that tend to cover her face, but stop midway.

Astagfirullah!!! Ya ilaahi pardon me. Seriously farouk are you the one??? I've been staring at her sleeping figure taking in her structure for like.. I don't know how long.

I hissed and leave the place, she's not even that breathtakingly beautiful, its just the pointed nose and big eyes. Ugh here i go again.
i sat on a sofa at the other end of the room and decided to play temple run... Since she's not ready to wake up any time soon.... I don't even know what i was thinking when i brought her here, i mean had it been i had left her there, someone might have helped her. Must it be me?

Few minutes later i decide to remove the oxygen cylinder that has been attached to her, yea it is just a matter of days and i will officially become a medical doctor, so no offense.

"Hokkon diyam miyara (i need water) i heared her saying. May be she taught she's at home, she's speaking fulfulde.

Amna's POV

Am in utter need of water, my eyes feel heavy, my head and chest are paining me, i can't open my eyes, i feel so weak and lazy.

"Sannu (sorry)"  a masculine authoritative voice filled my ear drums, and out of no where i got this courage to slowly open my eyes, and what i saw left me in shock.
So this indian guy can speak my native language???  I thought inwardly.

"sannu? So, you can speak hausa?" I asked still shocked, and in the process looking at the environment and wondering where we are.
"Yup am from kano. Drink this." he answered nonchalantly as he offered me a cup. A drank silently without protesting.

"What am I doing here?" I asked the question that had been lingering in my head.

He explained rather shortly.

"Aww. Thank you so much am grateful you helped, thank you."
"Never mind"

He look up at the drip that close to finishing, his phone started to ring and he picked it up, he's speaking hindu.

He got dimples that tend to appear even when he speaks, he's good looking, well built,.....

"What are you thinking about?" Those are the words that brought me back from lala land, i realised i had zoned out staring at him. Oh God! Am embarrassed!!!

"Grt up" he said, he removed the drip gently, God! He got skills, it's never paining.

He then walked out of the room, and later they came back together with a doctor. He examined me and informed him that we can go home in the next 2 hours.

Mr arrogant, (as i call him, cos i don't know his name) said that he would come back later, that's after Maghrib.

The drive is a silent one.... It feels very awkward and uncomfortable, my ears are itching because of the silence. I have to say something.

"U see am also from Kano" i said smiling politely.

"Oh" was his only reply. Being the stupid talkative i am i proceeded.

"Yeah, my mom is from Katsina, but  she's related to my dad"
"Good" he added whilst increasing the volume of a nickyminaj's song.
This time around, i zipped my lips.

Farouk's POV

We entered the school gate and i asked wether she's in the hostel. "Yes" she replied, "i stay here but i sometimes i stay at my aunty's place" she added, seriously, as if i ask her. Mtsw. This girl can talk.

"Okay you can get out" i said. She picked up her bag and started with her 'thank you scenario' she then exit the car. I sighed heavy sigh i never knew i was holding.

"PARROT" i said as i made my way back home.

I showered quickly, pray and then recited recited my remaining 10 hizb of the Qur aan, i did my Khatamah, pray for Maama and Maimartaba, my family, good health......

I made a cup of black tea and brought out a cake from the fridge. I went to the main palour and face the TV.

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