My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Twenty-eight

Love is a powerful feeling
A feeling that can't be expressed with words
It can't be measured in any form
It's a feeling that we are bound to feel
Often times for the wrong person
But the time spent while showing love is what matters

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Zoeya's POV

"Mammie!. Mammie wisten (listen)". Eem shook me out of my thoughts.

"Munchkin what is it?". I sighed. Who thought being a mother could be this easy and school resumption is one week away.

"Doctor banky is wungry(hungry)". She raised up her doll whose laughter was always plastered on his face. She found it in one of the kitchen cabinets.

"Really and what does he like?".

"Mashed potatoes". She squealed. That just made me remember Zinayd. We spoke three days ago. He's fifteen and very handsome. Same with Zaynab but she's sassy.

"Oh really and is it only mashed potatoes that he eats?". I feigned along.

"Yes. He hayes peas because vey are sovt when overcooked". (He hates peas because they are soft when overcooked). Where this girl gets her intelligence is amazing

"Oh. And is it doctor banky or you are playing Doctor banky?". I inquired.

Eem looked at me with bulging eyes. "Mammie I swear".

"OK lemme hear from him". Really?. You are so dumb Zoe.

"He's shy". She whispered showing her missing two front tooth.

"Really now?". She nodded her head vigorously.

I sighed "Let's go make some then". She squealed while I scooped her in my arms.

While dancing in the kitchen and cooking. Yeah I have a stereo in the kitchen. We heard the doorbell ring.

"Who could it be?". I questioned turning down the volume

"Mayve es Madam Sewena". (Maybe it's Madam Serena) Eem said.

I shrugged my shoulders and headed to the door.

Aaryan's POV

Aaryan: urgghhh really?. Do I have explain sh*ts to em?

*earlier today*

So its been a day after the encounter with Zoe and I have been feeling guilty. Maybe I'm not the one for her, I've always made her miserable and sad. Maybe all this forced marriage ain't good. I need a life, I can't make all this money without someone to live up to it. I ran a hand through my hair as I paced in my living room

I called Aiman yesterday and he insulted me after I explained everything. He has so much sense now, maybe being a father could help you regain what ever sense you lost.
And you are not one.
Get outta my head, mtcheww. Aproko (news caster).

I ignored Fariyah's call for the hundredth time and I sure have to think of an explanation.

Urgghhh.

She called again. Should I answer?. What would I tell her?. Its better she rants over the phone than in person.

I slid the green button.
"Asalamualaykum". Her cool voice greeted me. What the hell? Is this Fariyah?.

"Waalaykumul salam". I replied sitting down.

"What in the world were you fucking thinking?. Don't you have sense? Or did you loose it?. Sheh you used your own hand to kill yourself?. You met her after four years. Its almost five years sef and your sense did not articulate. I'm so disappointed in you.

What the hell was I thinking trying to help you when you can't help yourself. Do you know the pain you caused her?. She was looking for a job and job you did not give her, encouragement zero, recognition zero. It is today I realized how cold blooded you are. How wish I could tell you face to face....". She kept on ranting while I placed the phone on loudspeaker and tossed it on the table. I tried to explain to her but she cut me off.

"....... Are you sure you are even listening?". She paused after five minutes of talking nonstop. This girl can talk sense into somebody head at times.

"Yes". I replied.

"Let me hear your own version then". She breathed.

"It was all true. What you said". I accepted. Maybe it will cool her anger and maybe help me think.

She sighed " What do you plan on doing?". She asked calmly.

"To be honest I donno".

"Really. Aaryan Haroon?. That is the dumbest thing I've heard. Via margutta block 34". With that she hung up. My brain processed everything immediately and now I find myself in front of an apartment with music playing from within.

*present*

"What are you doing h....". I cut her off by pulling her into a hug. She was stiff at first but then she relaxed. She didn't struggle. I let all the times I spent with her replay in my head.

She pulled away after a while "I can't breath".

"Oh". I brought you this. I handed over the flower I brought. She hesitated for a moment.

"Please?". I pleaded then she collected it.

"Mammie is it Madam Sewena?". A little chubby girl of about five bounced out of the apartment. Light skinned, pretty, looked like Zoe and had a long curled hair.

"No baby. Say hello to uncle". Uncle?. Really?

"Hello". She twirled her leg and looked down in a shy manner. She had a doll strapped to her back.

"Hey sweetie". I squatted and took her hands in mine and brought it to my lips.

She gasped and looked at Zoe who smiled at her.

"Why don't you come in?". Zoe gestured while the little girl ran in.

I entered the apartment which had a simple but beautiful touch of white and mint green with few touches of black. I stared in awe at the neatness before me. The little girl squatted beside a box of dolls. Zoe went into another section of the apartment which I guess was the kitchen.

I squatted besides the little girl again who looked down shyly. After a while she spoke "Are you alwavys like vis".

"Like how?". I inquired while shooting an eyebrow up.

"You don't smile". She blurted out.

Really this girl is alot like leemarh.

"Says who?. Is this not a smile?". I gave the best smile I could muster making my cheeks hurt. She bursted in various syllables of laughter.

I smiled. That was a real smile. Zoe came out with three steaming plates of mashed potatoes and peas.

"Well you came in time. Eem loves mashed potatoes". She smiled placing the plates perfectly.

"Noh wiv peas". She shook her head in disapproval while she gently picked out the peas from her plates

So dinner was "Eem eat your peas. Eem stop drumming. Eem don't eat with your mouth full".

I had so much to ask her. I wanted to know who the father was. A little part of me hoped it was ours. I wanted to be tied to Zoe till eternity.

"Thank you. I had a wonderful time". I said at the door.

" Alright ". Zoe spoke softly as not to wake Eem. Yeah iman was her name and it was cute. A name I would have given a child.

" See you then". I didn't want to go. I wanted to stay.

"Alright. I knew it was all Fariyah's doing". She said as she went in.

I found myself grinning like a lovestruck idiot. Yeah that's my Zoe. My smart Zoe.

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Till when next I come your way.🙋

You know the drill. V. C. S