In Dilemma

💔Episode four

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Jammal! Jammal!! Someone wisper his name softly. He follow the sound and saw Jameela seated under a cashew tree. A river flow three mile away, sweet song of birds could be heared from the tree. Just near the cashew tree a rose flower bloom, she sat on the root of the cashew tree, her arm rapped around her leg and head rested on it. And she sob softly.
'Jameela!' Jammal called astonished. Who made you cry, who provoke you?'
She didn't reply but continue to sob quietly. Her sob tore his heart. He sat some meters away from her and rapped his hands on his legs too.
Tears clouded his eye as he watch her cry.
Is this my Jameela? The Jameela he knows always tells him if something is bothering her, but it seems the Jameela seated here is not ready to open up to him.
'I would also cry if you continue crying he apprised .
She raise her head up slowly, reveling her swoling eyes and running nose.
Jammal open his mouth agape and quickly wipe a single tear that fell from his eye.
'What is it?' he ask with unsteady voice.
'It is you'. Jameela replied pointing a finger at him. 'It is you that cause me tears. It is you that made me cry' she says frostily.
'But how ??' Jammal asked confused
'You're getting married, you will soon leave home. What will happen to the love I have for you when you get married?'
'So you loved me?' Jammal asked bemused.
'Yes I do.'
'Wow am pleased with that cause I love you too.'
'So what will happen now?'
'Can you promise to wait for me? Jameela asked with eagerness
'Yes I can, and I promise to wait for you till you're ready for marriage.'
Jameela smiled sweetly, she stood up and walk toward the booming rose flowers, she plucked some rose flower and throw them to Jammal then disappeared through a smoke.
Jameela wait.. Wait...
Jammal jerked fully awake at the sound of his alarm.
He rubbed his eyes slowly and sit up on the bed. '
"So it was a dream he marvel, is this a sweet dream or what?.
Should I say my feelings to her now?
She is way too young for marriage and am cock sure her parents won't give her out now.
Her face appear in his mind and his heart fill with joy. He marvel at how his heart fall for a kid. An innocent kid with large eye and almond skin.
He only wanted to be friendly, he wanted to treat her like a younger sister and he ended up falling for her.
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After school, Jameela and Fatimah walked home chatting and laughing.
Fatimah stopped in front of her house. And Jameela continued toward her house.
She knocked on the door and entered.
She meet her mum and Jammal's mum chatting and laughing, beautiful flower lace material where spread in front of them with aso Ofi and cord lace.
'Asalam alaykum ma'. She greeted.
'Walaykum salam dear' they replied.
She look around the sittingroom in puzzlement.
'What are all this clothes for? Has mummy Jammal start to selling clothes ?' She said to herself.
'Jameela my daughter you're welcome this is a good timing her mum Mrs Issaq.' said.
'Please my dear select the cloth you like among this three flower lace.' Jammal's mum, mrs Bello said.
'Is someone planning party'?.
'Yes dear, but please select the cloth you like, have been arguing with Iya Jammal since to let us pick this wine lace.' Her mum said showing her a wine lace with flower pattern.
'Don't mind your mum dear, can you see that this pink one is more beautiful than the wine one. The women can wear pink and the men would put on blue.' Mrs Bello supplied showing Jameela the pink lace lace with flower design.
'I support the men putting on blue material, but I prefer wine for the women it very cool and calm.'. Jemeelah mum said again
'And who is getting married?.'
'Oh my dear it your brother.' Her mother replied.
'Now picked the one you like. Mrs Bello urged.
'My brother? How will brother Habeeb be getting married without telling me first, it just not possible.' Jameela said to herself.
'This pink one is very beautiful and would suit the women perfectly.' Jameela said picking the pink lace material.
'Thank you my darling, I already told your mother the pink lace is perfect, but she didn't agree. Now you've bail me out.' Mrs Bello beam happily.
'Alright oo if you say the pink lace is okay then I will go with.' Mrs Isaaq mumbled.
'Which of my brother is getting married oo ?' Jameela asked sarcastically.
'Jammal!' The women say in unison
'Jammal!
Just the mention of his name her head begin to spin, her tummy growl loudly and she felt like throwing up.
Her temperature suddenly rise.
'Excuse me' she said and rush to the restroom. She flung her bag on the floor, entered with speed and locked the door.
She quickly turn the shower on, place her head under runing water, and vomited in the basin.
'Are you alright there?' Her mother asked in concern.
'Am okay ma, it just an headache, it would go once I pour water on my head.' She lied
'Alright dear, let me get you panadol extra.' Mrs Isaaq says and left for her room.
After she left Jameela broke down and realise the tears that threatened to fall.
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Later that night, Jameela sat on her bed with her diary on her lap.
The diary was a gift from Jammal. He had gifted her with it when she clocked thirteen.
'Now that you're growing into a lady, most of your secret would be kept to yourself. Sometimes you will need to confided in someone, this diary will be there for you. All you need to do is take a pen, calm yourself and pen down your thought, write what you have on your mind. Then you will feel light headed.' Jammal has said while handling her the diary.
And he was right the diary has been her best companion in the house. Ever since she had it she has been making good use of it. Whenever she is happy or trouble she bring out the diary and write in it.
She flip some page and write thus:
I am a sorry flower,
Should I even feel sorry for myself?
I don't know,
but it hurt inside.
Is this how painful love is?
Is this how it hurt?
I wish I could keep my heart in one piece.
But now it broken.__
Tears tickle down her eyes as she write.
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'Mum where are you coming from?' Jammal chuckled as he saw his mum coming in with luggage.
He assist her with it and offer her a glass of water.
'Thank you my son, I went to Iya Habeeb house to show her the clothes. Mrs. Bello replied tiredly.
'Okay, how is everyone overe there? It has been a while since I pay them a visit' .
They are fine, but it seems Jameela is not feeling well. She returned from school with an headache but her mother has....
'What! Jammal panicked I need to go see her he announced preparing to go out'.
'It already dark, why don't you wait till tomorrow it just an ordinary headache.'
'Don't worry mum I would be fine, it just the next street.' he replied while jogging out.
He arrived at Jameela's house in a flash.
'Thank God you came, Jameela didn't want to eat. You better put word into her.' Basma Jameela sister said.
'Is she that sick?'
'No.. Don't mind her it seems she didn't want to go to school tomorrow.' Basma chuckled.
He knocked at her door but there was no reply.
Jameela you better open the door it is Jammal. Her sister announced
'And so she replied stiffly inside. I don't want to see him.'
Basma gaze at Jammal in surprise
'Jameela it me.' Jammal says softly but still she didn't open the door. Then he left wondering why she suddenly became cold towards him.