Dedicated to Kheedy
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Amirah didn't feel anything after. She went about her morning quietly, she made a lone breakfast and sat in front of the TV watching a morning show as she sipped from her cup of coffee, after ending the call she'd called AbdulRahman and told him she was ready to start work on Monday.
She heard noises behind her but she didn't even bother turning.
"Ina kwana- good morning." Ruqayya greeted smiling pleasantly.
"Mmmhmm." Amirah replied not wanting to talk to her or Zulaihat who stood by her side looking guilty, Ruqayya nudged her.
"Uhmm I'm sorry for last night, I shouldn't have intervened. Whatever fight you had was with my brother and I shouldn't have..."
"It's fine." Amirah cut in, she didn't want this talk to drag on, she wasn't feeling up to the task of talking.
"Uhmm I hope you won't take this offensively and I tried to tell Zulaihat it's not our business but she wouldn't listen, that man from yesterday, it wasn't what it looked like right? You're just friends?" Ruqayya asked looking fidgety.
Amirah stared at her boldly, "no, we're just friends."
Zulaihat seemed relieved and Ruqayya's smile broadened.
"We'll be going out to sightsee, the writers forum starts on Monday meanwhile will you like to come with us? You could show us around." Ruqayya said.
"I don't know anywhere." Amirah said her eyes glued to the TV.
"Oh, even better, we could explore together."
Before Amirah spoke up to probably tell Ruqayya to let her be, Zulaihat did,
"Maybe next time, let's go get ready." With that they both left her much to her relief. Ruqayya was too chirpy, if this was how Jamilah had been, she wondered how come Muhammad had been attracted to her -Amirah- because they were opposite.
"Assalamualaikum." Muhammad said as he entered the house. Ruqayya and Zulaihat had just left, dressed up and talking excitedly. The energy buzzing out of them was making Amirah nauseated, she was happy when they'd finally left leaving her alone, she'd drawn the curtains and turned off the light, the only light illuminating the sitting room was from the television, her coffee had long gone cold.
"Why is this place looking so dark?" He asked before turning on the light.
"How are you?" Muhammad asked but was dutifully ignored. He sighed and then headed to his bedroom.
Minutes later he came back dressed in fresh clothes, he smelt like he just got out of the shower.
"Hey, can we talk?" He asked sitting down.
"Amirah?" He called out again when she didn't answer him.
"What do you want?"
"Can you just drop this whole attitude thing? We were both wrong so stop acting as if it was all my fault!"
"Okay." She took a sip from her mug and almost spat it, cold coffee was horrible.
"I'm sorry about last night and I shouldn't have..."
Cold coffee tasted like cow dung water, cow dung soaked in water, not that she knew how cow dung tasted, hell no!
"... I'm not perfect Amirah and there's the tendency for making mistakes on my part and I apologise if I'm not everything you want or..."
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Spiritual"Love isn't enough to make a relationship work, I had to learn that the hard way." Set in the heart of the north, Kano state and the heart of the country, Lagos state. Amirah hails from the typical hausa home and is considered to be the typica...
