THE LIFE OF A NIGERIAN TEENAGER ✔

29~ THE COURTSHIP

"Keh bakiji ana sallama dake ba? (You, didn't you hear someone calling you outside?)" My mom snapped. This Surhail of a person really got guts. He cane into my house, as if I wasn't embarrassed already with the exterior, he had to see inside too.  He requested to see me and then went outside.

   I grudgingly walked out, my face set with a frown. I was about to snap and it was going to be on that fair, handsome, dark hair dude that drives me crazy.
   
    "Salaam." I spat. He looked at me with a smile and as much as I hate to admit it, he was looking breathtaking in his blue Kaftan and cap to match.

   "Wa Alaikum Salaam, ya kike (How are you?)" Wow, he had the guts to ask that, I looked up at him with the feeling of strangling his neck.

   "How do you think I am?" I spat again.

He sighed. "Fatima, I'm sorry kinji, Wallahi I didn't do it to hurt your feelings, the opposite actually. I thought the reason you refuse to accept me was because you were scared of  what your parents would think, that's why I decided to approach him and get his blessing Kawai, I'm sorry you felt bad. But look at the bright side, now I can come and see you whenever I want."

     Deep down I knew what he did was not bad but I just didn't want to accept it.

"Fine."

"Thank you. How are you doing? How was your birthday?" Why was he acting like nothing happened, perhaps his mom and Basma didn't mention it to him.  I would be super grateful if they didn't.

    "it was fun. Thanks for taking us out." When he noticed I was no longer barking like a bitch in heat, he calmed down a little. He spoke freely no longer afraid I would snap.

    "Basma told me, you guys are starting exam next week. Are you prepared?"

   It was Friday, maybe that's more the reason why he wore Kaftan.

    "Yeah I am. Insha Allah, God no go shame us." I said in a joking manner which made him chuckle.

"Insha Allah!"

   That was how we spent the night, talking and laughing until eventually at around nine thirty, he left with the promise of coming back the next day.

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Waec has started. It was mad stressful but not as bad as I expected. Ramadan (fasting) will start the next week. Writing Waec and fasting at the same time was something hard for me to accept. It's one thing to be hungry but it's a whole different level when you're hungry and then put on hot seat.

   We were just coming out from the hall, about to head home when I spotted Basma and Surhail leaning against his car. He smiled widely when he spotted me. I smiled back and made my way to them.

   "How was the paper?" Was the first thing he said to me when I reached them.

   "Hello to you too!" I mused. "And it was fine, koh Basma (right Basma?)" She nodded in affirmation. I then turned back to Surhail. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh from today onwards, I will be taking you to and fro school."

"Eh!" I looked over at Basma but she quickly looked down. "But..But you don't even have time. You have work."

If he started picking me up then that meant I won't be able to meet Alhaji Idris. Since I normally meet him after school.

   "Wrong. I go to work by eight and this school is on my way to work anyway. I can just drop you guys off and go on my way."

     Why do I feel like Basma has something to do with this.
"Okay." I forced a smile on my face but deep down i was boiling with anger.

   For some reasons I can't find myself being rude to Surhail. That's how much of an effect he has on me.

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"So, How are you going to balance fasting and writing Waec?” Surhail asked. We have upgraded our style of Hira (conversation), instead of leaning on his car, we were sitting outside. He on the drivers side and I on the passenger seat.

Surhail was a very modest guy, I tried holding his hand some days before and he hurriedly removed it. Like I was burning him or something.
It has been more than a week since we started dating. I'm sure even a monk wouldn't have lasted that long.

I wondered if he wasn't attracted to me. Maybe he likes me but not to the extent of touching me. I want to feel his scrumptious pink lips on me, they looked soft and I was wondering if they felt as soft.

I didn't voiced out my feelings to him but there was someone else I could complain to.

"Why haven't your brother kissed me yet."
She choked on the sprite she was having. Beating her chest for a few minutes then glaring at me.

"You're...you're seriously crazy..How would I know?” She eyed me.

"I mean." I paused. "Yusuf and Alhaji Bello kissed me the first day we met. why is his different?"

"Chill girl. It's just been one week." She flung her hands to the side exaggerated.

"Exactly, that's seven long days." I exclaimed. I just want him to kiss me!

"Well, the difference between Yaya Susu and the two other guys is...he really likes you for the sake of Allah. Unlike the others, he love you and wants to marry you, the others just want to sleep with you."

True.

"Why do you keep thinking your brother is a saint? Believe you me. He also likes women a lot."

"Okay."

"Lets bet." She looked up uninterestedly. " i will prove to you that your brother also loves sex and stuff."

"I don't care." She dismissed.

"Oh come on!" I whined. "Why?"

"Because." She started." He's my brother, if you prove me wrong. His respect will drop in my eyes. And please, I'm begging you, anything that happens between you and Yaya Susu keep it to yourself. Before he became your boyfriend he was my brother." Then she walked away.

"Hmm."

I will prove her wrong, that was the promise I took upon my self.

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