The shady vermin

3

After some months when I was mostly recovered, I went and gathered all of Nabila's inheritance I could lay my hands on (was her most predominant wish). Even though most parts of the retrieval was hard, with her uncles, cousins and other relatives cursing and threatening every step. It was around the same axis of time her father's brother- Baba Nasiru came down to the house to insult me, and for me he was honestly wasting his time because I wasn't stopping my doings till I had every of Nabila's right claimed. He met me sitter at the living room as he entered, looking at him- fair complexioned man of medium height, maybe 150cm or there about,he's sturdy with a weird gait, scratching his goatee with a stern look from his large eyeballs and began to rant...

"We are fed up with a bastard bugging our affairs!!!...he has left his wretched home to such on my brother's wealth but I'll not allow it!....we...We will not allow you!"

"Baba Nasiru...good morning" I replied him with a smile and continued watch the telly.

"Oh?!...you think you've made it right?! Huh?!"

I could see the veins of his neck really becoming more visible, I thought asked myself why all the stress, when I'm not flinching...like what's was his problem, he was ranting on as I thought to my self. I still didn't say anything, in fact I didn't even look at him, which I was sure did spite him up even more. Next thing I felt was an aggressive pull, he clinched my shirt really tight, it was pressed on my throat and pulled me up the couch.

"You wretched bastard? Matsiyacin shege?...You cannot disrespect me like this!"

"Baba Nasiru...please stop!" Nabila exclaimed, I heard her movements as she hurriedly came downstairs. As she came she knelt beside him started pleading, it really annoyed me because he should be the person begging her like that. Nonetheless her presence just added more tension to our little drama, all that I wasn't after....

"Ke?! You can't even greet? You're begging for this bastard?! Daft prostitute!!!"

She still didn't deter, and kept begging. It was getting to me, after what they put her through?...
"Don't call her that again...Nasiru" I said to him, with no particular expression and unfazed.

"Else what?! Eh!!! Saleem! Or else what?!!!"

Nabila pulled his shirt, trying to get his attention away from me..."Baba Nasiru, please no...I'm sorry, don't do th-"

Before she finished,he released me, and slapped her on the side of her head, and the force flung her away and she fell. The sound of the slap rang through my ears, to my heart and my arm flung itself to him and I slapped him. It all happened so fast, we all froze for a moment, I looked at Nabila holding her head as she stared at her uncle, just when I turned to him with a taunting look, he covered his face quickly as if he taught I was going to reward him another slap and scoffed,before he turned away and he stormed out.

"You will regret this! I'll come for you...bastard!" As he left to his car and got in to drive off, "we'll meet in court!" And zoomed off, screeching his tyre along. I turned and picked Nabila up and comforted her, I was talking and she embraced me. I had goosebumps everywhere, felt different from any embrace.

"Thank you, Saleem" as she left me and headed upstairs. I could see her wiping tears with the back of her hand. I just stood there, perplexed. I thought whether to go to her or let her be, to say something or not. I went and sat on the couch in the posture of the thinking man, engulfed by the thought of Nabila, what she's been through and what she's going through. I tried to clear the remorse and guilt from my mind and to my surprise, I really cared about her, for no reason at all, but for every reason there isn't. I was...in love.
I thought it's best I told her right away, hoping it'd make her feel better. But what if she does not love me too?, I was in a dilemma. After minutes of thinking, I decided to let her know, regardless. So I got up, turned the telly off, and went upstairs. I stood in front of her door, mumbling how to express myself. I took a deep breath and raised my fist to knock at her door, she opened the door and our eyes met. Her brows and hair were wet, I'd believe she just  had her shower, because she had changed her clothes and was looking all freshened. She wore a grey vest, and black leggings. I could see the straps of her pink bra not properly covered by the vest, and her cleavage desirably ample,it was fair, more than her face,basically eye catching .We both stood for a moment in shock, my heart beat got faster and I could feel blood pump through everywhere in my body. So I quickly thought to break the silence before it got awkward...