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I enter the hospital, adjusting my bag hung on my shoulder. I pray to meet habiba to give her a piece of my mind.

I hiss, walking up the stairs. She knows everything about me, down to the smallest details of my life yet she betrays me.

"Adama." I hear her call me, catching up to my pace. "Adama, I need to talk to you."

I ignore her, looking at my watch. "About that night....I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

She starts as I enter the utility room. "Really? You didn't know that till I caught you? I can't believe of all people, you did that."

I cross my arms, my nose flaring. "I know and I wish I could change it wallahi but I can't. I am sorry but please, I'm begging you. Don't tell anyone especially my husband."

She kneels down, rubbing her palms together. "Please, I'm begging you. My children don't deserve it. They would hate and leave me. I can't live without them."

She holds my shirt, tears rolling down her cheeks. I roll my eyes, looking upwards.

"Please. Do it for our friendship. The friendship we had."

I close my eyes, cursing my weakness. "Stand up." I say firmly and she stood up immediately.

"You're not sorry about having that moment with Jabir, you don't want me to tell anyone that's why you're apologizing."

I scoff. "I really thought you were a good friend and I was lucky to have you. You should thank your kids."

She sighs in relief. "Thank you."

She attempts to hold my hand, I step back. "Don't ever talk to me again, let's not cross paths. The shifts you take from me so you're could earn extra is gone. We are complete strangers."

I leave the utility room, thinking about everything. I have no friends, not much family and a patient. The patient is the closest friend I have, so sad.

I chuckle when I was tugged into a dark room. I gasp, before I could scream, a hand placed over my mouth. My heart pounding in my chest as I struggle
before Jabir switched on the lights of the room. I stopped struggling, his actions annoying me.

"What's that for?" He smiles, looking at me. "I just wanted to talk to you."

"There's a civilized way, you know."

I cross my arms as he looks at it. "You always do that when you're serious."

He smiles widely, slightly chuckling. "Let's not go down memory lane and let's get to the point. I'm busy. In fact, why am I here with you?"

He looks at me. "Adda, I'm sorry I did that with...hadiza?" He asks unsure.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings honestly. It was at the heat of the moment."

I wave my hand in the air. "I don't care, just leave me out of it." I try to leave but he blocks the way.

"What I'm trying to say is I love you. I still do. I just wanted some air, space. Now, I want you, only you."

He holds my arms.

Truth; I am surprised and happy to an extent but, not now. He always does that.

"Are you serious? I'm not in the mood for your jokes, Jabir. I need to go, a patient is waiting for me."

I try to verify. "I love you, ad-da. I want you back." He repeats, making me doubt my deduction. "Excuse me." I tug my arms away then left the lab.

I smile as I walk to the parking lot. Qahhar was right, it had been a week since that happened .

I enter my Mazda, closing the door.

Where's the highlander?

I couldn't take it, he's giving up on his things already and I don't want that.

I start driving, humming.

Jabir left me for two years and he's coming back now. That doesn't make sense, he wants me back now?

He just did it with my friend now he wants me? Nah, I'm not going to let him toy me around. My smile vanish. I will never go back to him again, not after what he made me feel.

*******

"He said he wants me back." I look at his bedroom ceiling, holding my legs to my chest. "And what did you say?"

I sigh. "I tugged my hand away and left him there. I think I glared at him."

He claps for a few seconds. "What?" I look at him on the bed.

"Congrats. You're on the way of moving on." He says watching. "Well no. I was jubilating when I first heard it."

I admit. "Its still a start though."

"Yeah, I guess even though I didn't have to use you for anything. We don't need to act."

He sits up, adjusting the pillow he laid on. "No, we do. We need him to be desperate, make him want you badly."

I sit, listening to Qahhar. "I will pick you up some time but make sure he sees you get in the car."

He warns. "Okay. Won't the hospital take me off duty for letting a patient pick me up? Having personal attachments with my patient?"

He scoffs. "I'm a huge sponsor in the hospital and it is Nigeria, you'll be fine." He smiles.

"Okay, I'll head out then. I take my bag, throwing it on my shoulder. "I'll take you home."

'No, thank you. I'll have to take my car back home, remember?"

"Why don't we switch cars then? I like yours."

I raise a brow. "That Mazda?"

"Yeah, it brings back memories of my childhood." I laugh. "You're indirectly insulting my car. It's that old koh?"

He laughs. "No, I'm serious. Let's switch, the Audi and the Mazda."

"Mazda, thank you very much." I shake my head, walking out of the room. I get to my car, sliding the key in the ignition but it refused to start. I should've chosen the Audi. I need to stop being miss goody two shoes.

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