A story depicting two different people struggling with their lives and a simple arrangement changing both their lives.
Sumayya Mahmoud is a stubborn and complicated person - making it hard for her to keep a relationship without pushing the person aw...
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MY TREASURED DAYS WERE OVER. The first thing that would come to your mind was me dying, but I was exhausted and I had to go to work. Now that firm was more interesting when Munira was still working there, before she decided to open her own firm. So it was just me, Halima and drama.
Now Munira and I are from completely different backgrounds. Munira was the only child treasured by her parents who might I add are wealthy and retired, they showered her with whatever they could offer her.
So after going to study in Switzerland for giver years, she came back Nigeria for law school. After graduation, she wanted us to intern at the same place so I got her a spot and we worked together for two years.
After that, her parents told her she was already qualified to open her own firm, which would've been a problem but they buried the committee with money and she now owns a law firm.
Unlike me, Munira had passion for her work and had no problem dedicating her time and efforts to do something she loved but I was a different case.
My family were comfortable. We had since house, a few nice cars and we were more than content. While a brand new Mercedes C350 was bought for me and Safiya, Munira was bought a Range Rover Sport at the time.
But we got along because she was a down to earth person, and I never felt inferior. And that's the story of one of my friends. Not sure I'll be in the mood to talk about anyone else.
As soon as my eyes fluttered open, I groaned burying my face in Ibrahim's chest. I raised my head to check if I woke him but he was sound asleep. My eyes trailed over his handsome face and features wondering how we ended up here, as I wasn't going to surprised if we fell asleep on the balcony. The chilly air was nice and the intimate conversations we had in that space just made the whole experience better.
All I could remember was us talking about different things with my cheek resting on his chest, so I assumed he brought me here. My eyes stayed on his handsome face for a few seconds before I pushed myself off him, his arm wrapped only tightened eliciting a gasp from me.
My head whipped to the side only to find his low eyes staring back at me making me bite my lip unconsciously. I don't know what came over me but he just looked attractive with his eyes lowered and us being in such close proximity made me paranoid of my thoughts.
"How did we even get here." I let out a breath as laugh as a smile crawled it's way to his lips, his eyes remaining closed.
"Beats me." He mumbled in a low tone, his voice raspy.
"You do. You carried me here." I lifted my head with a mischievous smile watching his face intently for any expression to give him away.
"That's preposterous." He furrowed his brows. "Should we be worried?" He implied sarcastically.
