To Love or To Hate

chapter 2

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Summayah’s POV

I hit my hand hard on the steering wheel. Huhn poor thing. I hate lagos traffic, it could make you hibernate.

Hummayahs wedding ended two hours ago and I am on my way home. I didn't want to stay over at my parents place because I have unedited writings to finish up and to submit to my boss latest on Monday noon. I need full concentration.

Mum almost pulled a tantrum insisting i have one more day before monday,  but i told her i left my laptop and all my materials where on it. I purposely didn’t bring it. She had no choice than to let me go.

I can’t pull through the sympathetic look family and friends are giving me. I have moved on, only if they would too. I am just glad no one mentioned anything about how i feel.

I dropped off two guest that had come to the wedding and i still had one more lady to drop off.

"Ma. . . let me come down here, i will board a bike" the lady said, carrying her souvenir bag.

"Ohok thank you so much for coming" i smiled to her.

"Thank you too, we will come back to celebrate yours too" she said, alighting from the car.

"Ameen. . . thank you" i smiled back at her.

For the first time today, the memories of tahir flashed in my head. Even when sufyan and hummayah were pronounced halal(legal). I didn't think of him. I was just too happy for my sister and her husband.

My phone’s ring tone blasts out, bringing me out of my thoughts. I searched my bag for my phone with one eye on the road.

The caller was my mum.

“Hello oko mi (my husband), where have you reached now?”

“I am stucked at bergar road, the traffic is crazy” I answered painfully.

“ehn, shebi I told you. . . if you had stayed over and moved tomorrow morning you won’t be there”

“I have so much work to finish mum”

“work work work. . . It's God that will save you this my daughter”

“Mum. . . I will call you when I get home, I am driving now”

“make sure you call me. . . even if you don’t call me, I will call you. Odabo(bye)”

“bye mum”

“wait. . . your father said I should greet you and ehn you can park at a corner to open the cooler of food that I put in your booth so it wont spoil. . make sure you call me o”

“Ok ma” my phone beeped for a new incoming call. "Mum please end the call, i have another call"

"Ok dear" she ended the call.

I looked at the screen of my phobe to check the caller. I hissed and clicked the green button.

"Hello samad" i said into the phone. The best way to ruin my mood.