Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter sixteen

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Kamal,Hanna and I stood together each of us holding tightly to our hot take away biryani .
I sat on the bench and savoured the smell that mixed with that of the rain. And indeed it was heart warming. Hanna got it for us before getting here and I couldn't be more thankful because I was so hungry after the paper sincevi decided to skip breakfast.

I opened the pack right away totally forgetting the reason i was here as I took a mouthful  as usual my salivary glands didn't disappoint me at all us it immediately got into action making me enjoy it more.

In less than five minutes I was done and I wash it down with a cup of coffee and water before looking up to find two pair of eyes staring back at me. It was then I realized how foolish I was. I felt so stupid for eating that way more especially because of Kamal who was annoying the crap out of me.
I dubbed my lips with the napkin and tried to act nonchalant as I looked up at them.
"What is it? "
Hanna cleared her throat as she made her
way to the opposite bench.

Kamal POV

I watched hoe she ate her food and my heart swelled with pride. She was more beautiful than I could ever imagined. Her cheeks turned pick due to the cold and she kept on sniffing back her catarrh due to the extra chilli and spices. Once she was done I watched with astonishment as she finished the hot coffee in one gulp. This girl indeed has some sauce in her. Most girls tried to impress me but she, men Hajara was way different than any other girl. She never acted. Was never fake and was always scolding me because I was always doing one thing or another wrong. And no one! I mean no girl ever scolded me or even dare scold me. I was what she didn't know and I preferred it stayed that way. She is a damsel and I was prepared to change everything of mine just for her.

I smiled as I took a seat opposite her on the bench. I raised my head and I realized Hanna had moved to the opposite bench as she ate her meal. I kept mine of the bench in the middle of us.

I watched as Hajara fiddled with her fingers. I had memorized everything I was going to tell her since the day she agreed to meet me but all seemed to evaporate from me the moment I sat next to her.

I watched as she continued to fiddle with her slender nails. And my words were still stuck in my throat i was beginning to feel stupid.
Suddenly I was pressed and I wanted to urinate. Everything was beginning to annoy me.
Why was this thing happening? Now of all times

"Can you please excuse me? "

Hajara's POV

"Can you please excuse me? "
That was the last thing he said before sprinting away.

It was twenty minutes now and we were at waiting. It was getting dark and very cold.
Who even goes our to the park when there's a storm about to happen in four hours. I pulled my jacket tightly around my torso. The weather this days was unpredictable it was almost summer sometimes the weather was so hot and sometimes to it rained for days. Hanna signaled for us to leave and not long after we treked together back home each of us lost in our thoughts.

It was the third week of our vacation and I layed down in the room with a bowl of cornflakes before me. I picked some raisins which I used in garnishing the flakes and plopped it into my mouth. I was so bored and the weather was so hot. A week after the vacation I went bowling with my mates who were still in the hostel. After we went to the park and other places. The past two weeks was spent touring New York with my mate. But we decided to rest for a week before continuing our tour.

My mind went back to three weeks ago when we met with Kamal. Surprisingly he didn't call or anything and I also couldn't call because I deleted his number from my phone. And as the days went by I became more worried even though I wasn't showing and I silently prayed it was nothing serious.

My phone vibrated under my quilt and I turned to pick it up.

"Hello" I slurred trying to sturdy my voice I didn't want it to seem like I was sleeping.  I took the phone from my ears to check the call. It was a strange number.

"WA alaykum salaam Hajara. How are you doing? Don't tell me you don't know who's speaking. By the way AA just told all your friends are gone back for the vacation so pack your things. You will joining my family at New Jersey to spend the rest of the vacation. Later"

And just like that the line went dead in my hands. I was shocked what sort of disrespect is that? I asked myself as I stared into the wall. I knew for sure it was Mr Hakeem. But this was strange. O hurriedly picked my suitcase as I packed my clothes into it. Just like that my plans changed and he didn't even give me the opportunity to talk he didn't ask if I was OK with it or not.

I picked my phone to tell my grandma about the change in things after her long lecture and advice, I proceeded to call my Nigerian friend who was perching in with me.

I swept the whole apartment and proceeded to the kitchen to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen before finally taking my bath.
I dressed up in a jeans trouser with an oversized T shirt before carrying my suitcase with me to the hall. I didn't know the time he was coming since Mr Annoying didn't tell me and refused to pick up my call even after calling him thrice.

I sat in the hall for three hours playing candy crush on my phone. Just before I called it a day, the door bell rung and it was no other than AA. He smiled sheepishly as he stared at the ground.

"I'm sorry I was late. Something came up. "

"Never mind"
He picked up my suitcase and I took my handbag which contained some books, underwears and Mr Hakeems jacket. He still didnt come for it.

The ride was a very long one. First to get lunch then to the airport. Not long after I was in front of the Jara's mansion and man was it beautiful! I could swoon over it the whole day and their garden alone was a sight to behold. As soon as I alighted from their car which picked me from the airport.

Before I could even take in what was before me I was swiftly taken into the arms of someone. Her Victoria Secret perfume taken over the air I was breathing.

"Welcome my dear. Welcome to our humble abode" And she pecked my cheeks before pulling out of the hug. I held tightly to my hand bag as I stared back at her. She was a damsel a very beautiful woman a photocopy of Mr Abdul Hakeem just that she was fair and very slender her shape popping out at all the right places. I immediately bent down to greet her.

"Good morning aunty. "
"Good morning my dear. Come-on call me mom everyone calls me mom. "She held my shoulders as she led me inside the house.

"The girls have gone for vacation at their aunts in South Africa and their dad has traveled back home.

And I'm so bored you know. Being alone in this big house is not an easy task you know, it can get so boring.  And I was very surprised when Hakeem told me you were left all alone in the hostel. How could he? But don't worry OK we are going to discipline him at the right time. "

At first I was very scared about coming here. I was afraid they weren't going to accept me but Lo and behold I was treated more like a family. And even though I hadn't met the rest only moms reaction was enough for me.

The woman could talk for Africa and I could swear on that. She kept on talking till we were right in front of the room I was going to be sleeping in.

And surely it was one of my best vacation before school resumed .

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