Story Of Her Life

Chapter 13

Sorry it's coming late we're back to school you guys have to pardon me 😣

The holiday in Paris flew by so fast with sessions of shopping sprees obviously. My relationship with Mubarak has turned into good friendship ever since my breakdown during The surprise dinner .

We came back to Nigeria a week ago and so far everything has been good  I was at Mubarak's house for lunch because his mother insisted I visit.

We sat eating silently.  "Gosh how I wish Hameedah was here "I murmured inwardly, the place is so bored.

"Mama, the food tastes fantastic" I said trying to make the place a little bit lively.

"Really,thank you! I made the chicken soup myself because it's Mubarak and his dad's favorite and I won't allow any one else to make it" she replied smiling.

"So how is school Fatima I heard you have resumed bah?"  his father asked  cleaning his mouth with the table cloth.

"School has been fine baba. We were given a project when I was out of town but Insha Allah I'll try to catch up in everything"

"Masha Allah. Then make sure you make your parents proud, nothing makes your parents more proud than your success so everything you do put that in mind when doing it kinji?" He advised. He virtually said everything. "Insha Allah" .

And with that we finished our food in a comfortable silence

"Mama sai anjima. I have to get going because baba will be back from the states anytime now and I don't want to miss his arrival" I said to Mubarak's mum.

"Alright my dear , let's me pack some chicken soup for you" She said and made her way to the kitchen.

After a while she came back with a food warmer and a jar containing sweets. "Thank you so much for the treat mama. I really appreciate it"

Nodding her head , she replied"no need for that my daughter. Greet your mother for me please".  "Insha Allah mama"

After our goodbyes I left the house. what has been on my mind since I got the invitation for lunch is why will his mum suddenly invite me to lunch instead of  my whole family? I am so confused right now but I have to get home.

I arrived home a little bit late because of traffic. While I was parking my car I heard the shrieking horn of baba's car so I decided to wait for him to enter.

"Baba na"I screamed when the car parked. I hurriedly opened the door and hugged him. I really missed him. "Welcome back, I miss you"I said to him.

"I miss you too my baby. How has everything been?" He asked. "Fine baba. What did you bring for me"

"Something special, I will give you after I rest. Where is your mother? I don't know too . I just came back from Mubarak's house" I replied, giving the maid his suit case . We went inside without him saying anything again.

We met mama setting up the dining table. Obviously she was waiting for baba before eating.
I left them after giving her the food warmer and gave her a jar of jelly beans I was given by Mubarak's mum.

"Hajiya tunda an samu kayan zaki, ba cin abinci ko. (Hajiya, since you have gotten sweets, no more eating food abi?" mama asked arching her brows . "No mama, I have eaten lunch . I am going to keep it in my room for security"I replied smiling sheepishly.

She nodded which means I can go. I reached my room and took my bath. I decided to tell Mubarak on WhatsApp that I have arrived home safely.

Me: Hey muba. I have reached home safely, help me thank mama again.

Muba is a new name that I decided to be calling him as my friend.Luckily, he was online. He replied instantly.

Muba: Okay, that's great and I will tell her.

Me: have you heard from iman?

I kind of pity her because of the kind of things she went through. I wouldn't want to be in her shop.
Muba: no, I have been trying to get through her but no avail.

Me: Insha Allah , she would be fine. I just hope she will clear her doubt about us.

Mukky: yes , I hope so to. How are you.

Me: Fine. Bye I want to do something.

I didn't wait for his reply and went offline. I decided to watch a movie , I picked my Mac book and played Hotel Transylvania(summer vacation). I like it because it is a bit mature.

I was half through it when a message came through. A new number saying:

I really want to have a talk with you, if you don't mind. I really need your help on this one. Let's meet at the chicken joint now please. 2nd floor table number 4

                                             Iman xxx

I read the message again and again. How on earth did she get my number is something I don't know and I want to find out.

I grabbed an abaya from my closet and wore it. I walked down the stairs meeting mama and baba talking. Seems like They really missed each other.

"Mama, baba I am going to the chicken joint to meet a friend" I told them. "And I am taking my car" I added.

"Okay, be safe Fatima!"

Chicken joint is a thirty minutes drive from us . I entered and switched on the car to life, I drove out of our compound . I connected my phone to the car and played Vibration by Fireboy  from the LTG Album. I kind of love the guy .  The song is among one of my best. I sang along .

Gyration
I see what you doing
You put your body into it
I love the way you move it oh
I can feel the vibration
Of your body moving
You put your body into it
I can see what you're doing oh.

I was busy singing that I didn't see a trailer coming by my left and the next thing was the car spinning around before hitting something hard  And I black out.............