CHAPTER 23: A DIMPLED LADY (1)

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It was evening and Amirah was still not back. Abubakar was long gone, Ummul Khair's was incessantly calling him, Amirah's phone was switched off and Muhammad was going crazy with worry.

He finally picked Ummul Khair's call,

"Assalamualaikum." He greeted curtly.

"You said you'll come. You promised!"

He sighed wearily, "I'll come, just text me the address of where you are now."

"Thank you." She ended the call and few minutes letter a message from her came in.
He wore a black shirt over his sweatpants before picking up his car keys from his bedside and leaving the house.

The drive was longer due to traffic. She didn't live that far from where the hospital they both worked at was located so he was a bit familiar with the environment.

He parked in front of the gate of house no 12 and called her, she picked up immediately.

"Are you outside?"

"Yes."

"Okay I'll tell the security man to open the gate and let you in."

"No, let's just..." He started to protest but she'd hung up. He hadn't planned on going into her house, they'll just sit in the car and she'll say what she has to and he'll go back home hopefully to see Amirah at home.

Reluctantly he drove into the compound when the gate was opened. The compound was large housing other apartments.
Muhammad waited for Ummul Khair and soon she came out dressed in black jeans that showed her curves and a soft pink blouse, a black veil was drawn on her hair carelessly and a smear of lipstick on her lips.

She was smiling broadly showing off her dimples as she opened the door to the driver's side.

"Hey."

"How are you?" He asked. He couldn't deny the fact that she was beautiful, but she just wasn't for him.

"I'm fine. Come in." She invited.

"No..." He shook his head, "we can talk in the car."

She laughed, "I'm not going to rape you Doctor Muhammad. I actually prepared food for you or do you want my efforts wasted?"

"I'm not really hungry, thank you." He was lying, since the water soaked and tasteless noodles of Abubakar he ate, he hasn't had anything else.

"Okay just to see my house at least. Hah! I'm not going to eat you."

"What was it you wanted to discuss Ummul Khair?" He asked trying his best to sound stern, he wasn't in the right frame of mind for her silly games yet again.

"I will tell you when we get inside."

He shrugged, "then I'll just go back home."

Her eyes widened, "are you serious?"

"Yes." He set his hands on the wheels to prove his point.

"Well then I'll love to see how you drive off." She leaned on the car and began to stare at her nails nonchalantly.

Muhammad sighed, "fine but I won't be in for long."

She beamed and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Let's go in then."

She led the way and he followed behind her awkwardly, they greeted a large woman who came out of one of the flats.

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