Dead Love.

Rainy Night.

Oh I think it's going to rain tonight, I better go and do this laundry now. She opened the laundry basket and brought out six pairs
of colored socks, three colored towel handkerchiefs, one yellow veil and two pairs of black shorts she normally sleeps in. Malika usually pays for her laundry but she felt she should wash her inner wears and other personal things by herself. That was why her roommates think she's a spoilt brat, but so what? Who cares what they think? She put the clothes in a small pink bucket and head out of the room singing and shaking her head sideways. Ooh, she thought, I'm supposed to pick another bucket, on a second thought, the clothes aren't  much so this should do. She head to the reservoir area. Coming out of the dorm building which has full wall sconces and lantern wall sconces illuminated the entire building so bright like the mid afternoon sun. The sky outside was so dark with heavy clouds racing abruptly, and the storm growling furiously. It was just 4pm but it looked like 7. Malika sighed and went back to her bed, she thought it wasn't a good time to be out in the field.
She sat on her bed, buried her face in her palms and began thinking, oh my God, that class presentation is tomorrow, how could I forget. But wait, is it really tomorrow or ? She thought. Let me call Leila. She dailed Leila's number twice. Why is she not picking? Ok I'll call Dalil now, Malika murmured to herself. Dalil picked up the phone on her first attempt.
Malike: Please when is that presentation on Networking taking place? Malika asked.
Dalil: well it's supposed to be tomorrow at 8am but the class captain said the lecturer informed him that he won't be coming this week, so it has been postponed to next week. Oh yeeehaaa Malika snapped, I'm so happy, thank you sir.
Dalil: Your welcome Ma, haha later.

Oh I'm so excited about this, Malika said to herself and stretched out a yawn. She didn't realize it had started raining heavily, and quickly got up to close the window facing her bed. This rain can wet my bed if I leave this window open, even tho I'm enjoying the cool breeze, but I just have to close it, she thought. She laid back in her bed and continued pressing her phone. She logged into her instagram and saw a bunch of messages. She doesn't reply all messages. She would look at your profile first before she decides whether or not to respond to you. So how I'm I supposed to respond to all of you, when you're not even good looking, she laughed out at what she just said and continued scrolling. Oh my, this guy sent me a request days ago, I thought it's a catfish account because he's a cutie and doesn't have many followers duhhh.. now he sends a message today, isn't that interesting, she thought.
Malika has a thing for handsome men. She quickly read the message from Zayn and took a look at his profile again. Oh myy he's so handsome. From his pictures, Zayn seem tall, thick, complexion very light with dark brows and facial hairs. Light brown eyes, full pink lips and a long nose. He has broad shoulders. That made him everything Malika had ever dreamed of. Malika quickly typed back a "hello" to his previous"Hi Malika", and to her greatest surprise he instantly responded, yaay he's online, she screamed. They continued chatting and kept the conversation going smoothly as possible. In no time, they had already became familiar with each other, exchanged phone numbers and had even talked on phone, Zayn thought she has an amazing voice, he complimented.
Malika was 20 years old and in the second year of her University studies. She was a decent and humble girl who enjoyed being alone and hated the idea being a member of any clique or many friends like most university girls do,because her mum always warned her to avoid too many friends.
The first noticeable feature she has was her curvy body and wide hips. She's so attractive, her bold round eyes, arched brows, long pointy nose and heart-shaped thin lips. She has an amazing complexion which sits in between light and dark, and more like honey glow, with a thick long hair. Making her the perfect choice for Zayn and his dream woman. She's everything he's been looking for, he couldn't believe has finally found her. He's overwhelmed with joy as he keeps showing her pictures to his mum and siblings. Zayn couldn't believe such perfect creatures exist. I will do anything to make her mine, he would say to himself. I must make her my wife. I would marry Malika and she will birth and raise my kids. No man must ever come close to her again, she is mine.
(That night)
(Malika and Zayn still chatting on whatsapp)
Malika: It's still raining heavily and I'm just here in bed eating crackers.
Zayn: haha really? It's raining heavily here also, I'm eating peanuts. I love it when it rains in the night, I alway have something to eat while I either watch Netflix or press my phone.
Malika: wow, you're so like me. I love it when it rains. it's my favorite time of the year.
Zayn: I really can't wait to meet you in person, you're so interesting. My friend has a girlfriend in your school and we're gonna visit soon, if it happens I'll let you know.
Malika: aww thank you. Can't wait to meet you too. Forgot to ask a couple of questions, do you mind?
Zayn: shoot...
Malika: Stuff like how old are you? What do you do? Your hobbies, likes and dislikes. Anything I should know about you.
Zayn: Don't worry, you'll know everything as time goes on. I'm 38 and I'm a businessman.
Malika: great. I have to go to bed, this cool breeze is lulling me to sleep plus I have a class at 8 tomorrow morning.
Zayn: Sure, help yourself. I'll call you tomorrow. Have a good night.
Malika: Sweet dreams.