Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter eleven

Hajara's POV

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It was 2:30 and we stood outside our flat waiting for Abdul Aziz to come for us. I looked around and fed my eyes with the beautiful sights before me. New york was indeed a beautiful city.

I thought about my life and i thanked Allah again for all the favours he had given me. Indeed Allah is the best of Planners.

I thought of how i had grown up in a far away town. Very far from the capital city Accra of my dear nation Ghana.

That city was believed to be the land of opportunities but i grew up in a faraway town from that city. But here i am today in one of the biggest countries in the world and in one of its busiest States. I thank Allah.

My thoughts were carried away by the cold wind that blew in our direction. Even though it was Summer, the weather felt so cold. I'm just thankful to God that i wore a jacket. Thankfully Abdul Aziz pulled by with his car. I silently thanked God because i couldn't bear the cold anymore.

Nura being the Nura we all know opened the passenger seat and made herself comfortable without even greeting or even waiting to hear from Abdul Aziz. We all laughed at AA's facial expression .

We made our selves comfortable at the back. Abdul Aziz sped of everyone was doing one thing or the other to keep ourselves busy and all Nura could do was apply makeup. I laughed in my head at how Abdul Aziz was behaving because of Nura.

I just wondered silently in my head why she didn't do all that back at the flat.
"Nura will never change"

i turned to see Hannan chuckling with the other girls about Nura's act.
What amazed us more was that she didn't even spare us a glance but kept about with her business.

We all laughed and continued what we were all doing. We arrived at a very tall skyscraper. I couldn't stop stretching my neck through the window to see if i could see the end of the building.
Indeed we were villagers.
"Stop disgracing us! "
Exclaimed Suad.

The other girls including AA all turned to look at me. I felt so embarrassed and took out a book from my bag to hide my face from their glare. They all laughed at my reaction. Nura turned and glared at AA giving him the 'aren't you supposed to look on the road ' face. I could swear i saw Abdul Aziz swallow a lump that formed in his throat as he turned to face the road. I chuckled lightly and turned my attention to the book on my lap. We alighted from the car and trailed behind Abdul Aziz as we made our way to the elevator.

He pressed the nine button and in less than a minute we were in front of a receptionist . We greeted him and continued following AA.

The Office was so beautiful . Everything was either cream, white or black. The hall was painted in both white and cream. All the furniture's, vase, and even picture frames were black. Even the receptionist was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers.

Not long after we met with the heard of the Jara foundation. Conversation was made here and there over a cup of tea and some crackers concerning our studies and mode of conduct. Everything was just short straight forward and precise.

Later on Abdul Aziz drove us to our school. We filled all forms concerning our school and I got my timetable before hearding out to wait for the others parking lot since their programmes and department was different from mine.

I yawned as I relaxed my back at the trunk of the car. Abdul Aziz followed Huda since her department was at the other part of the school and she was finding it difficult locating there alone.

Later they all came and fortunately for us Abdul Aziz was an old students of the school so he took us round showing us the buildings and location of some prominent buildings in the school before we later touring around town.

Luckily for us, our hostel was just a ten minutes walking distance from the school so we weren't going to have much problems with our transportation.

We later prayed at a local mosque behind our hostel. Apparently our neighborhood had a lot of Somalian and Jamaican Muslims so it made me feel a little at home.

After prayers we had dinner outside with Abdul Aziz before he drove us home to retire for the night.

Today was exactly two months since we started school and three months since we got here. We were all gathered in the kitchen except for Suad. She had an evening lecture so she was going to be a bit late.

We were even happy about it since today was her birthday so we were going to surprise her.
I was mixing the batter for the cookies and Hanna was cutting vegetables for the salad.

"Can you please take that pan for me? "

Zaara asked me. She was the best chef among us and also the shortest.

Her jollof was superb and I could even do all her assignment for her just to eat her food.
I stretched my hand as I picked the pan from the top drawer

"shorteee"
Hanna teased with an evil smirk plastered on her face.
"Call me that again and I swear I'm not going to cook the jollof for the party again"
Zaara threatened.
" Aaaa haba Zaara she's only joking "

I said as I poured the batter into the pan before putting it into the oven.

"Shortingo shortingo! "

Hanna stressed again as she tried to snuggle her laughter
This time around it was so funny that we all started laughing loudly including Zaara.

"You are so annoying Hanna " I said again as I laughed.

We continued working together and not long after we were done.

We arranged the dinning table and I couldn't help but salivate at what I was seeing.

Sumptuous Jollof rice with grilled fish salad a big birthday cake and some cookies champagne and some soft drinks.

We took our bath, prayed and put of the light as we waited for her.
"Surpriseeeeeee!" we screamed as we heard the door creak open. We partied, dined and wined the whole night.

Luckily for us, the following the was a weekend meaning no class for us.

I'm writing this chapter with a very heavy heart.
Is it that the story is not nice?
Or what is it?
Please I'm on my knees you guys should please tag all your friends to read my book I'm pleading with you.

No vote no comment or share is making my heart bleed I'm on my knees please

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A sad Napari 😥😥