Twisted: A Hausa Love Story.

**Marwan**

**Marwan**

I turn around and she's gone.
I didn't even notice her leave.

At first when I saw a girl fighting with Wale I just rolled my eyes at the situation trying to get past the gate but something about the way she talked just intrigued me. And she was doing a poor job of setting him straight so I walked over to help her.
I couldn't see her face clearly because of the veil she had on but from the way she talked I knew she wasn't any girl looking for a fight.
I had hoped after I sort this out that I would be able to talk to her but I guess not, I turn back to Wale.

"Did she tell you her name?" I ask him.
"Yes sir—"

"What is it?" I ask cutting him off.
"It was her card and I tore it out of anger sir...I'm sorry"

"It's fine. Just be careful with what you do from now on if you don't want to get fired"
I start walking to the gate.
"Sir!" He walks over.

"I remember seeing the word Beauté on her card"
I nod and walk in.
At first I started walking but then I just jogged instead at least the way home should be of use somehow.

I know I've heard of this Beauté somewhere, I just can't remember where exactly, I huff and and start running faster. It's getting really late and I need to sleep so I can wake up early tomorrow morning.

Ding!
My alarm starts playing, I always use the songs I hate the most to wake me up, undoubtedly.
I groan and sit up.

Immediately I get dressed wearing my black suit and blue tie with polka dots, I finished it off with my favorite Hermés covered shoes. I picked up my folder and hurry downstairs. I pick up my car keys and hurry out not even bothering to check the kitchen. My kitchen is only stocked when my sisters are here and they always fill everything before they leave. Thankfully they'll be arriving next week.

I see the hospital even a mile away.

Sometimes I really wished my parents supported me more when I told them I wanted to be an Orthopedist. My dad always wanted me to be his heir but that's just not me, I know I am a disappointment but I always wake up with the drive to be someone one day, someone my parents will be proud of. I haven't seen my parents in over a year and although I always try to contact them they both ignore me sometimes. I get why my father is angry but I don't see why my mother has this hatred for the career I chose, people would think because I am the only male child that I would be favored but my parents....they are different people. They are so complicated and confusing. Is it so stupid that I don't want my children to know people like them but the world is cruel...it really is, they'll end up meeting people worse.

I park in my parking spot. Mr. Navid written boldly on a decorated plank on the wall.