Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018
: #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018
One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together.
On one side is ordinary...
"Your daily life is your temple and your religion. When you enter into it take with you your all"
- Khalil Gibran
*THE GEM*
OMNISCIENT
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The fifteenth of January had been marked in her mind since she had heard about it. She woke up early that day, she did not sleep after fajr. The packages that dropped at the mansion certainly would have reminded her even if she had forgotten. The gift packs started arriving as early as 7am. perks of having a large family Rukkayya thought or one filled with many females. Most of the gifts were from his cousins, from those she had met and those she had yet to hear about.
It didn't surprise her for long though, Ahmad is an outstanding person. No one wonder he always had people swooning over him. The goodness was so real, anyone would notice it. Feeling a bit intimidated by the gifts, Rukkayya sent a simple message with the two words .
'Happy Birthday!'
She really had ideas of her own but due to long standing family tradition, she couldn't do much and that left a sad feeling deep inside of her. That and some other thing she didn't consider as much. She had Atika prepare all of his favorites for breakfast. Fries, Shepherd's pie, Vanilla flavoured Muffins.
The moment Ahmad set his eyes on the table, a smile crept up on his face. He knew quite well what was happening. He could tell that she was deliberately late to the breakfast table. However he hoped the gesture wouldn't only stop at the breakfast table.
She had taken to avoiding much interaction with him since Lagos...Frankly Ahmad was yet to recover from the shock. Although it was a positive one, he didn't mind getting such on a daily basis, he knew that well enough. Something ached deep within him when he considered that she might skip breakfast altogether.
A whiff emerged that instinctively made him sniff for more. He lazily blinked his eyes revelling in the hypnotic scent that graced his nostrils. The view that accompanied the scent made him snap out of trance. Ahmad drank the sight before him slowly making her more self conscious. She stood there transfixed under his scrutinizing gaze tugging the ends of her Luffaya...How many minutes passed remained a mystery to the duo.
"Good Morning," She managed to say despite the unexplained dryness in her throat.
Did he even hear what she had said? As if someone pinched the man dressed in a sky blue shirt over black trousers stuttered.
"Hi__I__I mean Good Morning."
Ya Rahman!
He was stuttering quite often for someone who barely stuttered. Each time he blinked his eyes, he saw the mustard colour of her outfit. He had never sewn a person so covered yet so beautiful. Ahmad was on his feet the next second pulling the chair beside his.
