Just a slap. Her life turned to her worst imagination.
Noor Jafar is the definition of kind, sweet, beautiful and so many other good qualities a woman can have.
Adil Bukar is the full definition of arrogant, rude, attitude.
But what happens when...
Good morning moma i greet her as i sit beside her, she looks tired and pale, she has bags under her eyes, morning sweetie she answer, so what we doing today i ask her, nothing i guess, no wait, we have been invited to a party today by Mr Jalal she says, a party for what i ask her, it a welcoming party for his son she says. Okay i will inform Amir and Kamila about it, what time i ask her, eight she says, i smile and hug her.
I know mom misses dad a lot, she has tried enough and she is really strong, dad has been in coma for two years now due to an accident he had. I know she really need him but she never shows it, sometimes i hear her crying in her room while looking at his photo, thankfully Amir took over the company, now we are one of the richest people in Nigeria, but trust me you will never know cause we don't show it to the world.
Kamila, Amir, we have been invited to a party by Mr Jalal get ready before eight, i tell them and leave for my room.
Amir is the first child, he is twenty five and he was born in America, i am the second child, i was born in Dubai and I'm twenty two, dad named me Noor because it the name of his little sister who died when she was seven, that was before dad even met mom, he loved her the more of all his siblings, then Kamila, she is the last child, she is eighteen and was born in Canada, i know we all looks like Arabs, mom is actually Arabian from Saudi and dad is half Arab and half Fulani , her and dad met when he went their for a job and boom the fell in love and got married , so we got all the Arab genes, only a few percent of the Fulani genes, like our hair it's really curly.
Time goes fast, it twenty minutes to eight, I'm already dressed in a brown shakila dress with sliver toe pumps.
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( don't mind the face)
Simple make up and a touch of my favorite perfume fancy blue lady, I'm all set. Masha Allah, my darling is looking beautiful moma says as she sees me, i smile and hug her, a whistle pass the air, someone's looking smoking hot Amir says, i punch his forearm, ouch woman you are really strong don't break my hands he says rubbing the place, i think someone's gonna find a boyfriend today Kamila says walking up to us, i glare at her before following a chuckling moma out, my siblings are annoying.
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