The Precious Figure

Chapter 11

Moyo looked up distractedly and a shocked expression engulfed her face. She stared at Najib and then goggled resentfully at me with utter disbelief. She leered at me in a repugnant way from head to toe.

My mortified face was sweat-filled and I could feel the dripping of sweat from my armpit. My legs felt wobbly and my feet hurt badly. Despite the odd situation that I was in, what I really wanted was to remove the heels and pull off tight jumpsuit. I was still wondering what Najib stood to gain when he cleared his throat.

"Moyo, this is Fareedah, the love of my life." Najib smirked.

It took a minute for Moyo to process what he had just said. She gaped at me, and then stifled laughter.

"You don't mean it, Najib. She is the love of your life?" she rolled at her eyes and stared at my wobbly legs.

Truth was, I still wasn't used to wearing high-heeled shoes and the over-tight jumpsuit had made me pull my hands down my legs repeatedly, to reduce the way I felt choked.

"Yes, what's wrong with her?" Najib too gawked at me like I was someone that needed re-assessment.

"She's definitely not your type. How can there be a spark in your relationship? She will definitely not fondle you the way I do. I'm sure you're restricted from touching her." She laughed and then scowled at us. "You just entered a boring relationship Najib. Congratulations." She rolled her eyes and walked out on us, her pointed heels clacking on the tiled floor.

I could hardly believe it! Was this the surprise? Najib had brought me here to spite his ex-lover?"I'm leaving this second!" I yelled, walking furiously to the changing room. I pulled the jumpsuit away, almost ripping it off.

I changed into my former dress, wore a flat camisole and heaved a euphoric sigh of relief as I walked out of the room. I could feel a wave of fresh air touching my skin. Najib was standing beside the room, his hands over his face. The bags of dresses and shoes were lying on the floor and his face clearly depicted that he was worried.

"Let's check that section..."

I walked out on him before he could complete his statement. I stormed out of the building and stood by the roadside, waving my hands to flag a taxi. The sun was searing and I was not willing to enter a creaky-rickety taxi that was filled with the hot air. I really wanted to be seated in Najib's air-conditioned car but I had to make him beg me.

"Please chocolate, let me drop you at home." Najib had worn his dark-glasses and he was almost kneeling on the blistering floor.

"No," I said, keeping a straight face and facing the road.

"I know you're angry, but let me drop you at home till we sort out our issues. I wouldn't want you to face the stress of transporting yourself home under this scorching sun. I was the one that brought you here...it's my responsibility to take you back home. Please, Fareedah...let's go." The bags filled his hands and he staggered to prevent them from falling to the ground.