what she fell for(Nigerian Story)

chapter:8

UNEDITED

"Asaad! can you help me exercise?" Layla asked tapping his shoulders.

"Umm...sure." He said groaning, due to the lack of sleep.

"or, you can just sleep, if you're too tired to-"

"No, it's okay."

He brushed his teeth, dressed up in sweats and sweat pants, drank the cuppa Layla made for him. And went straight outside.

The beautiful view of the lodge, with the sunrise was captivating and enthralling, making Asaad to stop and take in the view, Layla nudged him playfully, earning a chuckle from him.

"what?" Layla asked with a bright smile on her face.

"Nothing."He said simply, earning a questioningly look from Layla.

"There is obviously something you're not telling me." Layla said trying to see through his hooded, yet alluring sacramento green eyes, looking very olive due to the sunlight hitting it.

".....you're beautiful." He said smiling making his dimple appear.

Layla could not help but blush, she nodded saying a thank you, then interweaving their hands together.

A long and silent walk, was exactly what Layla needed to calm her self from her busy work life. The hike up the haridge pike mountain located in the suburbs of the humble Manchester

It was not as hard as Layla thought it will be, the view was just enticing, not like anything Asaad has done considering he was a city boy, and an insider, but Layla was the exact opposite.

Layla sat on a huge but well-placed rock, tapping beside her for Asaad to sit down.

"It's breath-taking,. Literally this hike caused me my whole bottle of water." Layla said, causing Asaad to chuckle about her complain.

"I should be the one saying that. Here, have mine." He offered, Layla drank till the very last drop.

"Asaad, it's been three weeks and I don't feel any change. My mom always told me that you will 'know' when you're pregnant,  but I just.....don't"

"It's okay, we'll go to the hospital immediately we go back to Manchester." He said

Thank you." Layla said, making him shoot, his very heartwarming smiles.

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The journey down was more.....complicated. A lot of squeals escaped Layla's mouth considering she was slipping every two minutes attaining a chuckle, and a worried looked every once in a while from Asaad.

"Oh my god....a-are you lost?" Layla asked, looking at the little girl, with a lot of concern. No answer, her face was buried in her palms. Layla tapped the little girl on the shoulder gently. She slowly raised her head up, meeting Layla's eyes with her dewy one's.

She suddenly then broke into sobs. panicked, Layla lowered to her height and embraced her a little-not entirely.

"Don't cry OK?... are you alone." It sounded a little rude in Layla's head to ask where her parents were, so she asked that instead.

"My daddo killed my mama." She said through heavy sobs. "Do you know w-what I'm supposed t-to do to you?" Sobbing even heavier she asked.

"Um..no, you don't have tell me, if-"

"I'm supposed to steal from you and then run away back to my aunt with the item or money." Her breath catching up every now and then.

Layla nodded. "It's okay...you don't have to worry, we will take you to the child care services, they'll find a great home for you." Layla said emphasizing on the great.

She rose up from the rock, and started running, Layla and Asaad exchanged looks they knew what they had to do. They went after her, Asaad caught up with her first.

"That place is where I ran away from, I-I can't go back, they do bad BAD things, I can't go back, please don't take me." She said tears falling uncontrollably.

"We won't , okay? but at least can I know your name?" Asaad said coming to her level.

"My daddo calls me Isabella, but my mother hits him...she says my name is Amma." She rambled, concluding the sentence with a hiccup."

"oh, okay. which do you like better?" Asaad asked, in his calm and welcoming voice.

"I like both."

"So you don't want to go back to your aunt? What about uncle or grandparents?" Layla asked.

"My daddo has a lot of money, and he's soon going to die in prison, all his money is coming to me, they all want to kill me to get the money."

Asaad's jaw dropped literally not knowing what to say. Asaad cleared his throat."H-how old are you?"

"Nine."

"you, y-you know, can stay with us in our house." Asaad suggested looking at Layla.

It was then Layla took a good look at her. Her head was tied into a rough ponytail, her pink dress was torn, although some places had patches, bruises up and down her arm, new ones and not completely healed ones.

Layla nodded at Asaad." of course! we'll be best of friend, c'mon let's go and get you cleaned." Layla said rising from her bent state.

***Back at home***

I walked into Layla's room and saw her on her bed with the little girl sleeping on her lap, while Layla was braiding her hair.

I sat down next to her on the bed and she raised her head and gave Asaad a small smile. She smiled back, with him reciprocating.

" I think, I have found just the name for her, Isama?"

"Masha'Allah, and how did you get it, if I may ask?" Layla said, tilting her head, with narrowed brows.

"It's blend Isabella and Amma, I thought of Isamma but then it just sounded...I don't know. But, Isama sure sounds better." Asaad explained, with a smile on his face the whole time.

"Make's even more sense now."

"yeah, and I booked an appointment for tomorrow, by 5pm." Asaad added.Layla nodded, his resplendent eyes capturing her in it's depth, making him lower his gaze a bit, she had that effect on him, and it ached knowing everything will change immediately Ali comes back.

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"She's not pregnant, although her follicles look really good."The doctor said with furrowed brows,looking at the screen

The kind of shock that possessed them was incomprehensible.

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Hey guys, hope you had a lovely day.

Yes, yes. i know what I did, throw as many potatoes as you can. Lol, but don't kill me though cause you won't get to read the end of the story.

And this new character is actually based off a girl that is sooo so strong,and I got to meet her one time, the connection, me and the girl had really clicked so fast, I think she is such a wonderful strong and beautiful young woman, although she is a teenager, I decided to write about her past as a little girl, with her permission of course, her story is really wonderful, and she was okay with sharing it with the world.

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