The Expensive Daughter Of A Pauper

Chapter 15

Rayyan's POV

Posh porky oh, I mean Posh Peony was my girl, that of my dreams. I had always loved her since childhood but knowing I was five years older than her, I concealed my feelings. She was too young to understand, then. I had always admired her honest behavior, she was always herself and I loved that about her also. Her smile and her laughter are the food for my soul.

The reaction on her face when she saw me after many years made me blush on the inside. I longed for her company while in the university.

I always bear in mind that she took me as a bestie and a brother but to me, she meant something distinct.
I planned to reveal my feelings to her after her graduation, when she clocks eighteen. Her father's death turned my plan into a complete snafu.

I was dead inside when I saw her crawling all covered in mud and blood. The tears in her eyes felt like being hit with Thor's hammer. After registering that Uncle Idris wasn't her biological father, she was devastated.
His death made her motionless, the lady who dramatically rolls her eyes a lot could not even move them. After the palace physician confirmed his death, she laid on the wet mud and remained there as if lifeless. I had to take her home her home where her bereaved mother wailed in pain.

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It's been a months after the unforgettable loss but Zarah still lay on the bed, without saying a word. She hardly eat. As her man, I felt so irresponsible to not have helped her recovered soon. Seeing the woman I love in that condition made me weak.

"Zarah sit up and eat. This is your favorite dish," I displayed the plate to her trying to cheer her up.

"I'm not hungry,"she spoke, after days of grief in silence, averting her face from the food.

"Thank God you even spoke to me today. I missed your voice. Talk to me again."

"Rayyan you never get tired," this time displaying a faint smile.

"Ya Allah! Talk again it gives me a lot of joy." Instead of hearing her talk, I felt a light hit on my shoulder with a pillow. I felt happy to see her active after sometime.

"Salamu Alaikum" someone salaamed with footsteps approaching. When we sighted Sadiya and Hanan, Maryam who had been silently watching us jokingly furrowed her brows and said, "turn your heels before we get even more angry."

"We are so sorry. I heard it just yesterday from Hanan who had been out of the country. We are so sorry for your loss Zarah" Sadiya expressed her heartfelt condolence. They advanced and wrapped their hands around their bereaved friend.

Stating Aisha and Aman travelled to Paris with their parents, Hanan and Sadiya compelled Zarah to take her bath so she could look alive.

Hanan and Sadiya's presence speed up Zarah's recovery before they left. And of cause that of the classic parrot-Maryam. Posh Peony was back to her normal self even though a little bit quiet.

Aunt Amina made up her mind to park into the house Aman's father gave them, in gratitude to what Zarah did to his wife. She initially rejected it but everything in the village reminded her of her late husband so she set to live the village for the city of Abuja.

"I'm really gonna miss you Zaza," Maryam voiced her sentimental thoughts as she helped her friend to pack, who will be leaving in two days.
"I'll miss you more," the friend replied deep down from her heart.
"Well, just pack you know we have limited time and we need to do some shopping for mom, drama queens." I spoke whilst standing outside the room. The girls insisted to pack themselves, my helps wasn't required. Not like i will even help them do the girl work, i can't.