Wanting Her(#1)

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* WARNING! MATURE CONTENT *

August, 06 1990,

Zulaiha stepped into the one room apartment she immediately felt cozy and warm as a result of the room heater that she was unfamiliar with.

Ismail,closed the door behind him,wondering how she found his home,he doesnot remember telling her where he stays. Never,in his entire stay in Abuja,has a women entered his territory. He was startled and very much surprised at the actions of very shy zulaiha.

He, after finding his momentary lost voice ushered the rain soaked fulani beauty  to sit on the only sofa in the small living room. Shivering as she moved,zulaiha,who seemed homeless at the moment,made herself comfortable on the only chair she could find.

Ismail took his time to take in her appearance,she wasn't in the usual fulani attire he recognises her in,rather the woman in his living room looks very peculiar,even her everyday hairstyle,the traditional fulani braids were gone.

Comparing and contrasting in his mind with his sleepy yet sexy eyes,this woman,the zulaiha he is staring at,apparel in a styled Ankara gown which cling to her body like a second skin due to her drenched condition. Her hair,though not visible but he could tell it has been tied in a high bun,the camel hump was indeed noticeable. An opaque  veil wrapped in a modern style from her head and falls on each of her shoulders.

Her head was bowed down, he couldn't get a glimpse of her face but from her outer appearance,she looked breathtakingly beautiful. He has appreciated God's work of art for too long,he internally voiced. It's time to get the soaked kitten dry,his mind alerted his long gone heart.

He walked closer to where zulaiha was sitting quietly,nervously fidgetting to be precise,upon feeling the heat of his gaze on her, she waited for him to say anything, just anything.

Her heart raced a marathon when he knelt in front of her to meet her face. Placing his finger tips on her chin,he raised her face to meet his eyes, sending her a smile withholding so many concealed emotions,he finally spoke after a forever moment of staring at each other.

"Yar fulani (fulani girl),you have soaked my couch" he playful said with a small smile on his face,in response,she giggled at his words.

"What,am I to do? It's not my fault you see,the clouds choose to sob heavily today" she replied in the same manner. He gasped at her words,voice,accent,he isn't sure which surprised him more. Her words,she spoke in English,a language she always begs for him to teach her even though his own vocabulary is not strong, the accent, he did not miss the change, her fulani accent is gone, still and all wasn't perfect but it was normal. Her voice,to his ears,is a new discovered love song,so angelic,music to his ears,blown away by these drastic,overnight change.

His smile grew wider,the Cheshire cat has finally found a brother. The never ending staring competition came to halt when zulaiha start to shiver involuntarily, the cold became unbearable for her due to her drenched clothes and hair,the room heater wasn't of much help.

"Bari in hada miki ruwan zafi" he said to her . He rose to his feet and walked to where the electric kettle was kept,the water inside it is still hot. Taking the kettle with him to the toilet,he poured the hot water into a medium sized bucket,mixing it with tap water from the drum,he prepared a hot bath for her.