Fareedah "why is it that my heart always beat whenever I see him,hear his voice or heard his name, I hope is not love,am sure is not love,it can't be love,I don't believe in love,so I can't fall in love.
But why is my heart saying a diffe...
Standing up,i shook hand with the investors,thanking them for investing with us. The investors walk out of the conference room. I was discussing something's with my p.a when my phone start ringing,looking at the caller id I hissed,this is the tenth time this same person is calling me today,I wanted to ignore it but then decided to pick it.
"Hello" I said totally pissed
"Jamal please listen to me,I really love you,you can't just Ignore me"the person on call said.
"Do what,I said I don't have any feelings for you,I only took you as a good friend,no feelings attach" I said
"But why are you doing this,is it that am not beautiful or not worthy of being loved"she said sniffing
"Listen hanan,don't say anything bad about yourselve, you are a beautiful,smart and an amazing soul am lucky to meet"
"You deserve much more than this,you deserve to be loved,cared for and respected,don't try forcing yourself on anybody,you deserve better" I said
"hahahha trying to make me feel better or what,alright you did an amazing job"she said laughing
"I know there is someone special out there who love you and will do anything to have you" I said in a serious tone
"OK thank you"
"You are welcome and I hope this won't affect us being friends'' I ask
"Yes,bye"
"Bye" with that, the conversation end, I sigh recalling how I met hanan, we met at the airport some months back while I was coming back to Nigeria,we bumbed at each other and after apologizing,we clicked and became friends.
************* Entering my office I sighted my bestfriend sitted on the visitors chair. Faisal is my best friend since childhood,practically brothers and our parents are also friends.
Moving closer to him and doing the normal bro hug I walk to my chair and sit down. "Faisal when did you arrive"
"when you were in a meeting"he answered with a smile "OK"
"Jamal did hanan call you,she was telling me that you are not picking her calls"he ask
"Yes she called,I later picked,its just that she mistook me being nice, for love but I have make her understand"I said with a shrug
"Let's be frank with each other you are,you are 28 already,what is stopping you from getting married,your parents are worried or is it that being an eligible bachelor is paying"he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Haba Faisal,Kasan ni fiye da aka"
Chuckling he continue"he nasan ka, amah ka san sooner or later you have to do this,so the sooner the better"
"Yes I know, nasani,but the problem is I don't love any of those girls and most of them claim to love me just for money or worldly things,am still hoping and waiting for my noorul ayn"
Shaking his head"I hope you meet her soon,am going I have some work to finish". with these he leave my office, while I continue with my work.
Work has been stressful this past week,meetings from different angle,being the CEO I have a great responsibility people expect much from me. Finishing all my work, I walk out of the building to the parking lot entering my shiny black tinted Mercedes S63 amg and headed home. ******************
I salaam entering the living room,but seems like no body is around,I saw a maid passing by ,she greeted me,then I ask her about my mum she said she is in her room.I then proceeded directly to mum's room.
Opening the door I saw my sister Basma on the bed,airpod in her ear perhaps listening to music and eyes on her phone,I move closer to her immediately she notice a presence she look up and jumb down from the bed and hug me.
"Akhi gud evening"she said with her cheerful voice
"Evening basma,hw are you and hw is school"
"School is fyn & guess what I make a new friend today"she said happily
"I hope she is a good friend"I ask
"Insha Allah ya jamal,she is a good girl" Basma makes a new friend almost everyday she has a large circle of friend,she is an extrovert,a chatterbox,I just hope she won't get hurt,she is too innocent for that.
I was about to ask of mum when she came out of the closet looking flawlessly beautiful as always.
"Jamal you are back"she said with her British but little mix of Arab accent. My mum is Arab but she practically grow up in USA,so thats where the accent comes from,me and my siblings are also brought up there,we school there but usually come to Nigeria during vacation,we relocate back to Nigeria 9 month back. we all have accent but mine is purely british.
Moving closer to her while she kiss my forehead. "Good evening mum" ''Evening,hw are you?hw is work?hope is not stressful".
"Alhamdullillah Ammiey"
"Okay,go and freshen up and pray then you can have your food" "Alright mum"
I went to my room & take a relaxing shower then change from my business suit into casual
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Spraying my self with my favorite Tom ford Noir perfume,I headed to the mosque.
After praying Maghreb,I went for a short drive then pray isha,went back home eat dinner and since am tired I just left for my room,changing into a comfy PJ I climb the bed say my sleeping azkar,and I was about to sleep when I saw a text from amal who is still at school,we chat up a little then bid each other good night.
Dimming the light,and pulling the comforter over my body I slept off.........
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