HOUSEMATES

HOUSEMATES PART 3

"Don't make fun of me. Am going to be seeing more of him and we already on each other's nerves." Jazz sighed.
"I don't get where the tension came from. Did you say something to him?" Asli asked as she sat on the bed.
"Its the day I was sweeping, I might have said something when I found clothes scattered on the corridor."
"So it's your fault after all... if that's the case then just apologize." Asli said to her. She knew apologizing wasn't something that Jazz easily did.
"Am not going to apologize." She exclaimed.
"Then you better do something. Are you going to text your man? am sure his waiting." Asli said as she pointed at Jazz's phone. She had just received a message from the boyfriend, Jazz smiled as she saw the phone light up.

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JAZZ'S STORY
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Jazz met Yahya when she was working for a small private school in Namanga.

Yahya worked for an Insurance company and he would always cross paths with Jazz in the morning when going for work.
This was the time when she hadn't yet bought a car and had to walk for about 30 minutes just to get to work. Before Yahya even thought of approaching her, their was a young man at her work place who had already been advancing.

"Morning Jazz." Moha said with a smile.
"Hey! How are you doing?" She smiled.
"I've been good just busy." He responded warmly.
"I heard that you were out of the country... where did you go?" Jazz asked him.
"I went to South Africa. Was attending a leadership seminar." Moha responded.
"I thought it was USA..." Jazz said sounding a bit shocked.
"USA? I guess when locals travel out of the country it's usually to USA." Moha laughed.

They walked together to the shop that was across the road to buy lunch.
It was just small talk from there on wards. Jazz was aware of how Moha felt about her because he was always texting and calling to check up on how she was doing or whether she had eaten.
For some reason, she just didn't take him seriously... this meant living him on blue ticks for days, not responding to his calls at times. After all, she had a bunch of men lined up who were hitting on her. She could pick any of them.

Just the previous week one of the guys who was after her took her for a boat ride and then dinner at some exotic restaurant.
The other day, some white guy took her for a ride in his monster truck.

"I was wondering if you're free this weekend, I would like us to hang out." Moha said, "Thats if you're okay with it." He added.
"Am not sure. I will let you know if I won't be busy." She responded as they walked into the shop.

Moha just gave a smile but was disappointed. He knew very well she wasn't going to text him, the thought of why she hadn't just opened up to tell him she wasn't interested always kept him wondering.
If only he could pretend not to like her and then move on, but the more he thought about her the more his feelings for her grew stronger. Now Moha was a bunch of emotions and always felt like he was trying a lot.
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Jazz was standing at the biscuit section wondering what she was going to get when Yahya walked up and stood next to her.

"This moment never gets old." He commented.
"Sorry! Are you talking to me?" She asked him. How ever he didn't respond and went on to make another comment.
"Have you noticed how you can spend 10 minutes trying to decide which one to get and yet still end up getting the same one you always get." He smiled as he looked at her.

He was chocolate dark - not the Shaka Zulu kind of dark. His skin was smooth, from the way he looked it was obvious he worked out. Jazz had to raise her head a bit to look at him, 'Damn this height!' She exclaimed in her heart.
Yahya's scent was intoxicating, his perfume just gave chills to Jazz.

"So what are you getting?" He asked her.
"I don't think what am getting is any of your business... Sir." She responded.
"Sir?" He exclaimed. He never liked being called that as it made him feel old.
"I don't talk to strangers." She giggled.
He smiled, his teeth sparkling white, he then moved closer to her and spoke, "Instead of calling me Sir, call me Yahya."