Untamed

Chapter 2

I went to the market with my mom since it was a weekend and I bought all the things I needed for my cake. I love baking I really do but I can be lazy most times.

When we came back, Aslam was reading for a test he has on Monday and dad is in his study room.

Aslam is in SS1 in Nigerian Tulip Abuja and I was in Ss3 about to write my waec at 17. I came home for two weeks break before I go back to that bitter sweet place.

I am so glad I'm about to finish secondary school. I will miss a lot of people but I'm so glad I won't ever see some faces.

I can't wait to start studying medicine. I am so thrilled by just the mere thought of it.

I brought out all my ingredients and started mixing the batter. I played Trey Songz song on my phone. Murmuring out the lyrics as I continued doing what I like doing best.

I went to meet mom in her room to ask her what we will make for sisi when I heard muffled sobs. I entered the room without saying my salam. I saw her lying on her bed cuddled  between pillows.

I went close to her and lay beside her hugging her from the back. What is wrong? Why are you crying? I asked her softly. She sat up and smiled at me, the smile not reaching her eyes, and told me it was nothing she was just having a bad stomach ache.

I knew she hiding something from me. She didn't want to talk about it so I didn't push the issue.

Mom and I are very close. I tell her everything and she also confides in me. Whenever something happens we talk it out and then find a solution.

I'm a daddy's girl but my relationship with dad is a bit complicated because he is a very strict man. We get along but sometimes he becomes very difficult to understand and he gets angry easily. And whenever he is angry he becomes unapproachable. He has quite a temper and he takes it out on the first person he meets.

He spoils us silly especially I and my sister, ayra who is 12 and in jss2. He always says we are his two babies so he has to give us everything we need.

Although our dad spoils us, we still had a very good upbringing. We have morals. We know when to do the right thing at the right time.
Even with dad we know when to joke and get all lovey lovey around him and when to be serious.
Because of that I'm closer to my mom. She tries to put up a tough façade but inside she is the nicest and softest person I know.

I looked up at her and said in a low soothing voice "you know I'm always here to listen and share your problems with. I know you don't want to talk about it now but its okay whenever you want to say it out I'm here". I squeezed her hand a little to a sure her.

I stood up to leave then I remembered the reason why I actually came up.
"Mom what will we make for sisi ?" I asked her. "We will make fried rice with pepper chicken that's her favourite and I know she definitely missed it"
"I forgot how sisi is with her rice" I said and we laughed remembering how she chased my unlucky cat that saw sisi's plate of rice on the floor and thought it was her food. My poor cat mia was so scared she ran out of the house. We didn't see her till the next day.

"Don't worry about the rice I'm coming down to make it. Just tell grace to chop the onions for me and bring out the kidneys and liver from the freezer".my mom said

I went out happy that mom is smiling and has forgotten her problem even if its just for a little while.

I hate seeing her like that. It makes me sad truly. Well all that is well shall be well right?

I went to check the oven if my cakes are done. I removed it and kept it on a tray to cool down.

After it was cold I brought out my fondant and started decorating the cupcakes.

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I heard the sound of the gate opening followed by the soft purr of a car entering the large compound.

Our house was big or should I say huge. It has a total of 16 rooms, a library/study room, a game room, a guest house, a garden, a basketball court, a swimming pool and  two gazebos.

Dad was well off. He actually inherited most of his wealth from his grandfather(Adam Hashim). His grandfather had only two kids. Muhammad Hashim, and Maryam. Maryam died at childbirth together with her baby. Muhammad was the only child remaining and he retired at an early age so he can be with his sweetheart (according to him *giggles*). So he transferred all his wealth to his son, Mahmoud Hashim (that is my dad), who is the youngest of his two sons and the responsible one. His eldest son Malik is a drunkard. He still has not stop drinking at the age of  52 which is a shame. He has two wives and a son (bashir). His son also inherited his bad habits so dad doesn't let him come close to any of us(his kids; me, Aslam, Ayra) ever since he ...........

The sound of the door bell brought me out of my thoughts. I was going towards the door to open it when I remembered I wasn't properly dressed.

I ran up to change from the short dress I wore to bake. I went in to look for what to wear. I took out an A-shaped gown that has long sleeves. It has purple and white with a touch of pink flower patterns and stones all over it. It complimented my figure effortlessly. It clung to my chest perfectly and then opened up from the waist down. I checked myself in the mirror and smiled. Masha Allah.

I took out a purple veil and wrap around my head then I sprayed my favourite perfume. I started walking out of the room then stopped. If sisi is the one at the door then I will definitely get an earful on how am a lady and I should always try to look beautiful. "You never know when you will meet your 'the one'" she always says.

I am not really a makeup person. I don't mind going anywhere with my makeup free face. Some people think its because am pretty that is why I don't wear makeup but honestly it just never bordered me.

I inherited my mom's beautiful brown eyes, pointed nose long lashes and oval face, my dad's small plump pink lips and my mom's long silky black hair.

I always tie my hair in a bun but today I decide to pull it up in a pony tail. I applied mascara on my lashes to straighten it out, a little powder on my fair skin and Kohl in my eye which enhanced my white cat like eyes. I applied a little lip balm on my lips to moisten it. Satisfied with how I look I wrapped my veil around my head and went down.

I heard sisi's voice with mom, dad Aslam and Ayra's voice full of excitement and I also heard an unfamiliar voice.

I walked quickly to give sisi a long bone crushing hug. When I entered the large living room, I salamed. I didn't even finish when I heard sisi's loud Afrahhh!!!!! And she engulfed me in a hug. I was laughing and saying I miss you too. When she released me from the hug, I took baby Yasmin from mom and kissed her cute chubby baby face.

It was after I settled down to start gisting with sisi that I noticed somebody else in the living room. The moment I turned my eyes to see who it was and greet him, I froze.

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Dan Dan dannnn what do you think of this chapter? Why was mom crying? What did bashir do to afrah's dad? Why did Afrah freeze when she saw the visitor? Who is he?

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