HER CRUSH

Chapter8

Zarah...
Why don't you want to attend?"He asked confused

"No, she's not my friend," I clarified. "Her mother is my mom's friend."

"I understand," he nodded. "No one likes attending events alone... I'll keep you company, don't be sad."

My eyes widened in surprise. "You promise?" I whispered.

"Nem aedk" (yes, I promise), he replied with a gentle smile.

"Why come alone?" he asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

"I didn't come alone," I corrected. "My sister, a makeup artist, did the bride's makeup. Ammi forced me to come."

His  lips thinned, his silence leaving me perplexed.

We ride  in silence, the engine's hum and occasional phone beeps breaking the stillness.That night, I can't  sleep, my mind racing with thoughts of our unexpected, friendly encounter.

He parked outside, and I contemplatively stepped out of the car, wondering whether to wait or join him.

After a minute, he emerged, saying, "Shall we?" with a gentle smile.

I nodded, smiling back. Hand in hand, we entered the hall, a surprise move since he'd mentioned not joining the groom's friends.

Grateful Anty Ramla wasn't around, we find  a table and settled.

"Unbelievable we exchanged numbers," saving his contact as CRUSH.

"Let me see your phone," he  asked, and I handed it over without hesitation.

His eyes scanned, and I realized too late what he'd seen.

"Oh no, he saw the name!" I muttered, mortified.

His  smile revealed his white teeth. "I like your name, Zarah.

Then your first daughter name..

for my first daughter? Nah, it'll be my mom's name, Insha Allah. Maybe my second daughter will be Fatima Zarah..."

"Nice to meet you, Zarah," he exclaim .

"Nice to meet you too, Abdullah," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

The bride and groom entered, looking adorable, Masha Allah. I scanned the crowd for Anty Ramla, spotting the bride's mother.Lost in thought, I searched for Anty Ramla.

"Are you looking for someone?" Abdul asked me.

My sister... oh, there she is. I'll be right back," I muttered, handing him my phone. "Please hold it for me, I'm coming."

He nodded as I walked towards where I spotted Anty Ramla seated. "Anty Ramla...

Yauwa Zarah, I'm looking for you. We already spoke with Ammi, and she said we should sleep over at the bride's house because I'm also doing her makeup tomorrow."

Hell no!" I exclaimed. "I'm not sleeping in that house, Gaskiya... I'll go back home." I glanced at my wristwatch. "What time is it now?" 11:50 pm.

"You know even if you go back now, they're already asleep, so better keep quiet."

"No, I'm going now. Just give me N500 for keke napep because it's already late at night, and it'll be hard to find one."

"Anty Ramla spat angrily, "Will you get out of my sight...

Nidai, I'm going." "Okay, greet the ghost for me," she said sarcastically. I ignored her and walked away.

I returned to our table, gathered my belongings, and prepared to leave.

"Where are you going?" He asked, surprised.

"Home, now," I replied.

"Your sister?"

"She's not leaving now."

"Let me drop you off," he  offered, and I concealed my excitement.

We got into the car and drove away. "What's your address?" he asked.

"U/Sarki," I replied.

The ride was silent until his phone shrilled, displaying "My ASMA" with a heart and lock symbol.

He didn't answer, turning down the volume instead.

"Won't you pick up?" I asked.

"I'll call her later," he exclaim with a smile. "If I tell her I'm out with a girl at midnight, she'll get angry."

We arrived at my area, and he  parked outside my house.

I knocked repeatedly, but no one answered. I called, but no one picked up

"You okay?" Abdul asked, walking towards me. I was startled, thinking he has left. "Ya illahi," I hope he didn't see me crying. I quickly stood up, picked up my bag, and forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked, concerned.

"Uh, ah, uhm, nothing.

"Why don't you leave?" I exclaim , trying to brush it off.

"The gate is closed, right?" and I confirmed with a nod.

"Then what will you do?" he asked.

I shrugged, "I don't know, and I don't want to sleep in that house."

"Try calling them again," he suggested. I dialed Ya Hafix's number, and thank God, he picked up. I told him I am outside, and he said he'd come to open the gate.

"He's coming, you can go. Thank you, and please follow my account back on Instagram, okay?"

He simply chuckled without responding, not even giving me a second glance. He got into his car and left our area without another word. The moment Ya Hafiz opened the gate, I quickly entered, taking a deep breath to calm myself.

How was the chapter?
Finally they met what does Abdullah think about zarah let's found in the next chapter.

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