The Black And White Love

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

This chapter is dedicated to Iddi Mohammed Faried for being such a great brother an amazing friend. Also, this is my present to you for your very much belated birthday, haha. Live long and Stay Blessed.

**Selina**

"Are you sure everything's fine?" Chenti stood in front of me with her hand on her wasit.

"Eerrhh, what?" I snapped out of my wonderland.

"You look like you have something on your mind. Spill it girl." She added.

"You know its my first time meeting you and tbh, you're too quiet for my liking." Karima rolled her eyes.

"Oh uhh...I'm fine," I faked a laugh and rolled my eyes too. "C'mon lets shop!"

"That's what we are doing, you're not with us." Jeeda spoke this time as she checked out a dress on the mirror. "This is like the fourth store we're in now and you haven't even touched a dress!"

"I'm fine," I quickly walked to the dummies and pretended to be checking out a dress. "Its just a little headache girls."

"I hope so." Chenti said and held up a dress. "Why don't you try this dress on?"

"Uuhh, sure." I snatched it and disappeared into the changing room.

"...He died right at the spot and mom also passed on at the hospital a few days later."

"...they're neither my biological parents nor your grandparents...I was adopted."

I got angry...I didn't know whether it was the fact that the people I've known all my life as my grandparents were actually not what they were or the fact that mom went through hell.

"Why did I never know this?" I asked when her sobbs subsided.

"You'd have had to hear this story at the wrong time...you wouldn't have understood what I meant."

"Really? Not even a hint that they weren't my real grandparents? Now I won't be surprised when I'm even told I was adopted. My whole life is a lie!"

"Selina, what difference would it make? They took me in when I got back from rehab and have been like my parents since then. What else should I have asked for?"

"At least I had to know," tears run down my face. "I deserved to know."

"The time was not due...now you know and that's the reason why you should be careful of these black guys."

I wiped the tears off my face. "Not all blacks are the same mom."

"Hmmm..." She rose and walked to the window. "Steve never looked anything like the monster that he was. Sel, people can act!"

I tried hard to push away the images of a monster Bilal in my head...the possibility of his good side all being an act.

"Just be careful." She looked out the window one more time holding the blinds and turned to me. "Please?"

The fear coupled with the sadness all over her face made my heart sink and I automatically nodded. Her lips twitched as she tried to smile and I looked away.

"Do you need some help with your zipper or you wanna try something else?" Chenti asked from outside.

"Uh, yeah." I hurried to put it on. "The zipper."

She walked in and helped me zip it while I held up my hair.

It was a red dress, a little too tight and a bit above my knees with a zipper running up its lenght. The sleeves were halfway to my wrist and the neckline exposed some cleavage.
I shook my head in the mirror with a frown. "This is soo..."