A Walk Through Eternity.

AWTE : 01

~Amrah

Weekends were my time of the week. They were those days I get to clear my mind and live my life. Though I still hadn't got an admission yet and was mostly always at home, the weekdays were still hectic. Saturdays were the best. I just get to go out and have all the time to myself.

After my warm morning bath I took out a simple blue abaya with red details on the hand and neckline. I paired it with a red veil and a clutch which contained my little valuables. I got downstairs and had my breakfast even before the others were out of bed. Yes, I really was early.

I finished my breakfast and got up to go shopping the driver was already waiting for me with the car. Argh I hate it when I'm being driven but that's Ammi for you. She can be very overprotective of whatever is hers and can go to any length to make sure it is fulfilled.

"Guh monin madam" he greeted courtly while squatting. Though I do not support disrespect to the people you were working for, I also didn't see the reason why he had to be soooo polite. It makes me look like an old lady and It may seem to you that I'm from a stinkingly rich family which isn't quite right. I replied to his greeting with a simple answer and got into the car then he drove off.

Abbu was very impressed with my result.Since I was the first child and was passing with such flying colours, according to him it meant that I was in the right track and he promised to do everything in his capability to support me.

Just before leaving the town the week before, he transferred a huge amount of money to my account, saying that it was the least he could do if I continued to be in the good daughter.

Though I politely denied the idea, I knew Abbu always did what he set in his mind and till this date, I believe that is what has helped him to be who he is.

He had always advised my siblings and I against bad friends ever since I knew Abbu and Ammi. He believed that if he had followed some of the 'so called advice' given to him by his so called friends, we probably wouldn't be living the a good life but quite the opposite.

Even in his early years, Abbu strived to become successful. The late Alhaji Buba Marwan, Abbu's father was a rich and highly educated business man. At every given chance, Abbu did not fail to retell us some of Buba's adventures and secrets to success. When Buba was alive, he use to cater for his brothers' children, whom were unable to enroll their children in schools with high quality education.

Hajiya Adama was a professor. Even till date, Mamee at 61 was a healthy and strong looking woman. She and Dada, Ammi's mother were best of friends in their youthful years.

As I stepped out of the car, the cold air of the early morning breeze hit my face and my body felt chilly making me quicken my steps to the entrance door. We exchanged greetings with the cashier who was now my friend due to my many visits there.

The place was neither a mall nor a plaza. It was just one of the best shopping stores in town which had almost everything you could think of.

"Madam is early today, could there be a problem?"the cashier who beared the name Maaya asked. Another fellow in this planet who happens to be ever so polite. Now what do you think of my close friend calling me madam. What a world.

"No everything is fine Maaya I just decided to shop before the place becomes crowdy." I replied politely and after brief pleasantries, I excused myself to the 'WOMEN'S WEARS' section. There I found the most elegant bag I've seen in real life which seemed like it possessed magnetic attraction as it drew me towards a it. Wow I immediately knew it was a must buy so I put it in the shopping cart and continued my hunt.

"Aneesa don't expect me to buy everything in that stupid list of yours. My card's not for free," the deep male voice that was chillingly calm called from behind the shelves. The accent perfect and every word pronounced vividly. I couldn't really see much of the man on the other side except a part of his coffee brown kaftan or shadda, or whatever it was he was wearing, if not for the little gap between two shelves.