Muhammad stared at the whirling ceiling fan lost in thoughts, he had never in his wildest dream imagined himself in this situation; Having a step mother and let's assume a step sister.
It's been a month since his father and Hajiya Ladi got married,even though she assumed a deceptive appearance,he could still see the monster in her.He hadn't complained to anyone about her facade, what is he going to say?He had neither evidence nor witness. He caught her several times on call saying:
"I love you, take care, can't wait to be with you" and other affectionate messages.
At first he thought it was his father but he confirmed it when he collected his father's phone to make a call and still heard her saying:
"You know that I don't love him,As soon as my operation make-money is accomplished, I will come back to you my one"
He didn't eavesdrop on her conversation,rather he went there to call Saudat.
Talking about Saudat, he couldn't believe his eyes when she was introduced as his step mother's daughter in other words, his sister. How could his father be so blind to see the face behind that facade of his wife? The woman that can do anything to get money, including sending her own daughter hawking and other things that can't even be mentioned.
Saudat couldn't look at him for a whole week,it was when Ashraf came for his maths tutorial that she got the guts to talk to him;
"Aboki who is this pretty girl." Ashraf asked nudging his shoulder.
"My step mother's daughter." He replied not showing interest in the conversation Ashraf was leading them to.
"She is beautiful and..."
"Ashraf we haven't treated quadratic equation, construction and many more please concentrate. "Muhammad stopped him before he could go further but his attempt failed.
"Hey beautiful I'm Ashraf, You?"Ashraf waved his hand at Saudat who sat adjacent to them busy staring at Muhammad affectionately not minding the dead glares he was shooting at him.
"Hi I'm Saudat nice meeting you." She replied approaching them.
"Buddy I'm going to kill you" Muhammad whispered twisting Ashraf's pinky finger.
"Beautiful your brother wants to kill me! " Ashraf yelled.
"Yayana please he is sorry..."
Before she could finish saying whatever she was willing to say Muhammad's laughter intruded, the 'Yayana' she said in a whining voice amused him, 'yayana' indeed. She now has the guts to call him 'yayana'.
Saudat was busy smiling sheepishly, playing with her fingers,and squirming in her position ,she couldn't hide her happiness, after what seemed like forever she was able to talk to him.
"Buddy I now agree with you for saying that she is cute,funny,beautiful..."Ashraf kept saying whatsoever that popped into his mind passed through his throat to his bubbly mouth that could kill Africa.
Muhammad was tongue-tied, his forehead beaded with perspiration and he couldn't look at Saudat anymore which made her believe in what Ash was saying wholeheartedly.
"He said he was too shy to express what he thinks about you,that I should let you know whenever I meet you. "
If looks could kill, then Ashraf would have died a thousand times but he just shrugged it off and rolled his eyes.
"Yayana Ermm... "Saudat stammered scratching her nape.
Ashraf's snicker drew their attention to him and he quickly excused himself saying that he was going to clean his nose.
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Zara
AcakHer? Oh how he missed her. He thought life was perfectly perfect when he met her, alas, it was an illusion,a freaking perfect one. She was Allah's gift to him that he would forever cherish. Alhamdulillah. He was shattered,yet she picked him piece...
