HER CRUSH

Chapter1

U/SARKI, KADUNA
Zarah...
I was sleeping soundly in my cozy bed, when my alarm rudely jolted me awake. With a groan, I rolled over and hit the snooze button, savoring the last few moments of sleep before the real world came crashing in. Just as I started to drift off again, a vision of my crush, Abdullah, floated into my mind. I have been crushing on him for years, but we have never actually meet . All I knew of him were the photos his cousins posted on Instagram he didn't even have an account of his own.

I am obsessed with Abdullah Muhammed bello. Every day, I thought about him and wished that we could meet. I knew so much about him, more than most people would consider normal. I know that his father is a wealthy businessman with four wives, and that Abdullah and his sister, Rukkayya, lived with their mother, who's half Bahraini and half Nigerian. I also knew that they had grown up speaking Arabic instead of Hausa, which meant their Hausa is not very good.

One day, I came across a photo of Abdullah on his sister's Instagram account. The caption read "Best brother," and it was clear that he had many admirers. But, for me, it was more than just a simple crush. I felt a deep connection to him, and I longed to meet him in person. I know all about his family and his background, and even where he was currently studying. His stepsister, Hanan, has promised us that she'll tag him along in a live chat whenever he comes for holiday.

Suddenly, I heard my mother calling my name. "Fatima! Fatima!"

"Ugh, I completely forgot it's Monday and I have to go to school," my mother's voice broke through my thoughts. "Fatima! Fatima!" she called she called a again.

Knowing I have no choice but to respond, I grudgingly got up from my bed and headed to the kitchen. "I'm coming!" I called out. As I entered the kitchen, my mother shot me a stern look. "You better get those dishes wash before you go to school," she exclaim.

Okay now enough with the sappy shit let me introduce myself

My name is Fatima Tukur. I live with my parents in Kaduna. We're a middle-class family. My father, Ibrahim Tukur, passed away three years ago, and my mother's name is Maryam. I have two brothers and one sister - Ya hafiz is the oldest, followed by my sister Ramla, and then my little brother, Aliyu.

I'm a student at Kaduna State University, studying medicine. I'm 20 years old and I'm in my second year of the program.

After I am done with my chores, my sister, Ramla, went to her job at the makeup studio. She's an amazing makeup artist and her wedding is coming up in four months, insha Allah.

Ya hafiz works as a banker at Zenith Bank, and Aliyu is in school.

After finishing my meal at one o'clock, I prayed Zuhr and got ready to leave. I put on my ironed hijab, grabbed my backpack, and told my mother I am heading out. She handed me some money for transportation.

I hailed a keke napep that took me direct to school when I reached I settled in my usual seat. someone tapped my back. I know exactly who it is  my best friend Amatullahi.

"Ama, where's my book?" I wanted to read it yesterday, but it wasn't in my bag."

Amatullahi looked sheepish. "I'm so sorry! I totally forget to return it to you." She unzipped her bag and handed me the book.

"What's up?" Amma asked me

"Oh, nothing much," i shrug. "I was just observing the birds, the clouds, and the flies."

"God, what's with you today?" She questions me. "You seem a bit off."

"No, nothing's wrong," I insisted. "Just having one of those days."

"Well, I hope it gets better..Oh, Zarah Faruoq yana ta mani magana," Amatullahi he wants your number, but I told him I will ask you first."

"Did he bribe you?" I asked, my eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Faruoq is your cousin. He's always been so pushy."

"Well..." she hesitated, looking a bit guilty. "He said he'd take me shopping if you accepted him. And, honestly, I would love it if you give him a chance.

Fine give him the number but whenever I meet Abdul I'll definitely leave him don't say I break your cousin heart.

"Well, I guess I'll give him your number," Amatullahi said. "But I swear, if you ever meet Abdullah, you'll not forget about my cousin all.

"Haha, I laughed. "I hope I meet him soon."

"I'll pray for you, too."

We settled in silence for a few moments, each immersed in our phones. Suddenly,After a while, I saw that Hanan story that she'll be going on a live with Abdullah tomorrow I just couldn't help but grin. I have so many questions I want to ask him.

"Will you put your phone away?" Amatullahi suddenly exclaim . "I think Mrs. Adama's coming in, and you know how she is about phones in class."

I quickly put my phone away, knowing full well that Mrs. Adama would confiscate it if she saw it.

Class went by quickly, and by 6:00 pm, I was on my way home.after I reached back I prayed eat and then sleep.

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