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CHAPTER 4- AYO

I cried to God about it, because I couldn't explain it to anyone else
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She walked directly to stand in front of the glass, oblivious to the fact that I was behind it and watching her and pulled off her veil. I swear, I like what I see. My breath caught when she loosened her hair

The hair, like Fuck! Double Fuck! Beautiful!!! I wanted to feel it. It sure look very soft and silky. Jet black in color.

She used a purple ribbon to hold it in place, a well.., well used ribbon (lol). It's like, very wide, I bet a million dollar the elastic band is dead.

She had to roll the ribbon like ten times. She sniffed and then, I saw her face. Tears? What the fuck is wrong with this girl? I heard her phone ring, she swiped the screen and answered the call with a
"Salam." Very Islamic, I thought.

And boom!!! She started sobbing. I don't know what the person on the line said but she replied with "Wallahi! Wallahi!" (By Allah. By Allah)

Wallahi what. I mumbled and mentally slapped myself. I know she can't hear me until I press a green button on the panel next to the glass but if she takes a step, she might, just might, see me. Fuck eavesdropping, I stubbed my cigar on the ashtray and quietly drew the swivel chair. My own private show.

She's still sobbing and rubbing her eyes. Crying doesn't suit her, definitely. Not that I have seen her smile a genuine smile.

"Yace wai baze iya kuma bah shekara uku? Uku? Haba!"(he said he can't, after 3years? 3? Why)

I swear, I have never wished I heard Hausa in my life before like i do now. But I know uku is 3.

"I don't know. Wallahi, I don't know."
She turned her back to me, her hair dangled from the pony tail.

"This morning koh?" She continued.

"Yace wai we should meet then." She sniffed and rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand.

Then what??
"You know you are invading her privacy."

"God!!!!!  You scared me, Jada."
Jada walked to the glass and pressed the blue button on the panel next to it. The glass was closing, Siiima was saying something and, and she turned looking at the glass. I felt like we made that eye contact before the glass finally closed, all thanks to fucking Jada.

I swivelled my chair to face her, her hands were folded under her bust, giving me that I-know-what-you-are-doing look. Pray, tell me, cause I don't know what I was doing.

"Ayo! For one, she has worked here for 3years and we have never seen her hair or anything else she didn't want us to see."

"Well, ain't I the luckiest bastard alive? I was sitting here and she.. she .."

"You should have left like minutes ago."

"I decided to stay back."

"She's married, Ayo."

"So?"I crossed my leg. "I can't look at a married woman?"

"With two kids, for heaven's sake," she continued.

"Nothing Musa no go see for gate. Jada, I don't no what you are talking about."

"Oh, you don't?"

" I don't!" I snarled as I walked to the VIP elevator in the room.

"Ayo, I…"

"Don't know what you are talking about." The elevator closed and I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. Fuck! Fuck! Double fuck!!