HEELS ✅

HEELS--23

I sat legged crossed on the rug reading November 9 by Colleen Hoover. It's been two days since Hajja and my uncles came and they will be heading back to Katsina today while I will be going back to Abuja in the next two days together with Zahra. The plan is to finish my exams while staying with Zahra, come back home and see what I can do about the business. A notification from my Instagram made me look up from the book. I was going to go back but decided against it when I saw it was from hafeez's sister. After two days, she finally decided to reply

"Hello Humaira how are you? I heard what happened and I'm so sorry for that. Yaa Hafeez is doing perfectly fine, we even talked with him hours back. He just changed his number. But try talking to him through his social media accounts, he's actually active especially on Twitter.

Some salty substance leaked into my mouth as I darted out my tongue to wet my lips. I look up to the ceiling tears pooling at my eyes

"Maimai" Zahra shouted coming into the room but halted when she saw me

"Maimai what happened" She said rushing to come seat next to me

"He..... He just cut me off when I needed him the most" I said looking at her deep into the eyes

"What do you mean? Who did what?

I gave her my phone and watched as she read our conversation with his sister

"So all these while you were worried about him but all he did was cut you off and even change his number. Did you talk to him through his social media?

"Yes I did. He blocked me on Twitter. I thought his account was hacked" I said placing my head on my palms

"Ohh Humaira" She said wrapping her arms around me

"It's okay really. I'm fine just shocked but fine. I have lost a Father, a company, house, all assets. Obviously loosing a friend won't be so hard" I said standing up and heading to the side table

"Or maybe something more" Zahra whispered

"What do you mean? I asked not looking up but instead searching for the paper I tore from Abba's journal

"You look at each other differently" She replied instead as I grabbed the paper, my own journal and pen and headed for the door

"You should stop thinking about things that doesn't exist. I look at him like normal people" I said opening the door

"Humaira" She called out seriously as I turned to look at her

"Every phrase of life you face is a phase remember. I know this is a hard one but this too shall pass" She said as I tried to choke back my tears and instead nod my head before running to Daadi's room.

"Assalamualaikum" I said peeping through the door as I saw her sitting on her bed with Husnil Muslim in her hands

"Wa'alaikumus Salam" She said looking up

"Can I come in please? I asked slowly as she nodded

I closed the door and headed towards her while she scooted for me to sit. After sitting down, I brought out the paper and started recopying the recipes.

"Small Daadi, are you okay? Daadi asked using the name she used to call me when I was a child

I look up to her before bursting into tears. She quickly placed my head on her shoulder as I cry my heart out

"What happened?

"I'm tired Daadi. I'm tired of everything. I have never felt so alone, so drained. Everything is crashing down on me. I first lost a Father, then everything he left for us and now, Now I lost a......

"A what? She asked raising my head to look at her

"A friend" I replied looking down

"What happened? How did you loose him?

"He just.... He just cut me off. Changed his number and blocked me from his social media accounts"

"Woah. Why would he do that?

"I don't know. I never saw that coming. Guess I became too attached.

"Did you had any fights?

"Nope. Everything was okay, which I know of"

"It's okay Maimai. Insha Allah, everything will be fine. Just focus on what your goals are, everything else will fall into place" She said kissing my forehead

"I hope so" I silently whispered staring into space
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Hafeez POV
Five days back (The day the company is took)

"I'm tired to the core" Imran, my friend said stretching his arms

"You're always tired Imran" I said shaking my Head as I brought out my phone to call Humaira

"And you're always on call with that girl" He replied as we walk to out cars

"She's not "That girl" She's Humaira, an amazing super woman" I said ending the call since it wasn't going through. I'll call her again when I'm home.

"I see" He replied sending me a wink as I shook my head

"See you tomorrow" I reached in for a manly hug, patting his back

"Good night. My regards to her"

"Sure"

I turned the ignition and drove to my house, prayed, changed, ate and decided to call her again but first logged into Twitter. I was lazily scrolling when I came across a Tweet that says:

" The Baba Gana B.G Industry is Changed to S.S industries as new owners Alhaji Sani and Alhaji Salisu Basheer decided to claim what was sold them right before Alhaji Baba Gana's death and only delayed the claim for the mourning of the company's former owner"

"Baba Gana? That's Humaira's father" I said after reading the tweet three more times. It finally clicked and I  raised my widening eyes to look into space before quickly dialling my mother.

"Ohh Mama pick" I shouted pulling at my hair. After calling her thrice and she's not picking, I decided to call my sister

"Hello Yaa Hafeez. How are you? Her voice came in after three rings

"I'm fine. Where's Mama? I asked desperate to talk to her

"She in her room. Let me take it to her"

"Be fast"

"Hello Hafeez" Came Mama's voice

"Hello Mama. How are you?

"I'm good Alhamdulillah

"Maama did you see the news?

"Yes Hafeez and I can assure you it's not true

"What's not true? I asked feeling a little bit at ease

"They didn't buy that company. They forged his signature. Baba Gana didn't sell anything to them but your father refuses to see behind Alhaji Sani's scheme

My heart started beating twice it's usual as my mind went into a total freeze. The only thing I could utter was "Innalillahi wa innailaihir Raji'un. What did Baba do?
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