Zakir
I have been standing by the door pressing the bell for almost thirty minutes but there was no answer, I decided to call musty but before I dailed his number the door opened I sighed then looked at the door I saw a girl of maybe 16 or 17 .what took you so long I snapped at her.
ISlaha
OK this guy is rude I tought ,Bari na kirata I turned to go and call auntie fatima, no just let me in he shouted, before I could even reply aunt fatima just appeared saying what are you doing she looked at the door then smiled at mister grumpy pants,zakir shigomana why are you standing there OK so she know him I thought, he entered with his luggage greeted her then made his way to the other guest room close to mine, few minutes letter he came back with clean black sweat pant and shirt. Ihe sat close to me I pretended to not
Notice him and continued chatting with hazik my boyfriend, isi kin gaisheshi kuwa I heard anti faties voice before I could reply he beat me to it kinsan yaram yanxu sai a hankali I just sat there looking at him mouth agape I hate it when people refer to me as a child, I stood to leave but the look auntie diaries gave me made me stop dead in my tracks and greeted him ina wuni I said, lafiya he answered nonchalantly,i took my phone and decided to go watch boys before flowers again but aunt Fatima had other plans coz she said isiset the table and serve him you know saratu is not around oh no I thought and made my way to the kitchen.
