FATED TO BECOME HIS MRS

★CHAPTER FIVE★

WHAT IN JAHANAM JUST HAPPENED I muttered as I looked down at my white abaya decorated with pearl stones that was now completely ruined with something orangish.

I didn't dare heed to Ya Fahad's advice who was telling to just have patient and let it be as my two long legs furiously carried me to the other side of house, where the males live.

On reaching there, I continuously knocked on the door that I was afraid it could break in the next minute if the door isn't opened.

My breath as well as what I was about to say got stuck immediately the door opened. Standing undebatably handsome was Ya Jawad, his curly hair was curlier than ever and dripping wet, indicating he just bathed. Gosh! I feel like running my hands through his hair, I want to know how it feels and even remove the strands that fell on his face. My mind was telling me to behave but how will I when I'm standing close to this greek god inform of a homo sapien. Nah I just can't.

His face was stoic just like I remembered yet, he didn't look less handsome its as tho his beauty increases every passing second Ya Allah.

"What" he spat angrily bringing me out of my state. Was I checking grumpy out? No no no. I chanted.

The hell! So he even have the guts to be angry when he's at fault or has he by any chance forgotten what transpired between us.

"My gown" I replied looking between him and the abaya as my vision cloud with fury, even hotter than fire itself burning every angle in my body while he just stared at me curiously, probably looking for more explanation.

"Well since you still haven't understood a thing here my dear yaya Jawad" I said sarcastically and of course rolling my big doe eyes which I'm scared were afraid of falling off their sockets due to how I professionally rolled them.

"Last time I checked my neat and well ironed abaya was ruined by non other than you with a drink on your way to the kitchen" I added raising a perfect brow daring him to challenge.

I didn't even know where his mind was when he poured that substance on me, its been long since I saw him and boy, was I glad. To be sincere even his stoic face has the quality of spoiling my mood so I was happy when I haven't met him for weeks.

It's been two months after my secondary school graduation which marks exactly a year, 60 days, 1440 hours, 86400 minutes since I last had a glimpse of my brother, there is no day that passed without the amount of missing him increasing badly.

The days I spent with the Getso's will forever be tagged as one of my best, even though there's still a void in my heart they can never fulfill, the void of missing a relative and at that the closest and only one you have. Hermano took it upon himself to be that big brother I always looked up to tho there are times I feel so selfish and wish it were my real brother If only wishes were horses

I wish to have a talk with my brother, for him to annoy me, tease me, and protect me like he always does. I want to sit with him and reminisce our childhood days, talk about our lovely parents and pray for their soul. I've called countless times but the number always go to voicemail maybe be changed his number or something else.

"Now what do you want?" he asked sounding so uninterested for a moment I almost 'keyword almost' forgot about what brought me to their quarters in the first place guess I was too engrossed in my thoughts.

"I think I deserve an apology for what you did don't you think?" The typical Nigerian in me asked back while he just gave me the you must be crazy look and shut the door on my face.

The hell! Did he just....

Oh yes he did my subconscious answered before I even finished my question.