Our love journey

chapter 2

Adeela's pov
 
     The sound of my alarm was so annoying that I had to wake up from my sweet sleep, I hissed and jumped off my bed, slipped my legs into my slippers and entered my bathroom.

     I brushed my teeth, toke my bubble bath and zoomed out of the toilet. I'm not like ladies that's what my mom always say because I take little time in getting ready. So I picked my ash sweat pants and a black crop top together with an ash cap. I dressed myself and ambulated into my mom's kitchen.

    Ooops sorry I forgot to introduce myself well, I am Adeela Mahmoud Gafai, the third child to my parents, my father is a well known business man and my brother take advantage of that in doing whatsoever he wants to do. I have 2 elder sisters whom are married now with their kids, yah Khalid then I who's still single and my younger brother fadoul who is a spoil brat.

    So back to reality, my mother likes cooking but as I said earlier I'm not into ladies stuffs so count me out from loving kitchen but I do love food. "Mami good morning" I said picking one pancake from the plates, "morning dear, how are you?" "I'm good fah where is daddy?" And before she utter a word fadoul appeared like a spirit.

     "Mami please borrow me your car key" he asked which annoyed me because I'm not liking the fact that he stills collect things from mami and daddy. "No one is giving you anything, why can't you just be independent for once in your life, and also where is your own car?" I asked which annoyed him, you can say we aren't on a good terms with him.

       Mami smiled at me and said "could you stop fighting for once, go and pick it on my dressing mirror and don't come and say something went wrong with it" he did a little victory dance and left not even thanking her. "Mami I'm not going to stop telling you spoiling fadoul is not going to help you in the future, I've said my own" and I left the kitchen forgetting to grab my food. 

     I went back to my room, picked my ash hijab, grab my minnie bag from my bag stand and I'm ready to go. "Mami I'm going out" I shouted and I went out to have and inhale fresh air.

     I'm always worried about fadoul but no one cares about his behavior and whereabouts. He's always in this party or the other, when listing the bad boys in the whole city of Abuja fadoul is always included. My sisters Zahra and Adda khadeejah are married but not to the love of their lives but rather to dad's choice, who does that to their children.

     Adda khadeejah is the first born, she got married to a medical doctor yah Abdul Rahman who is not bad, he's caring and understanding Masha Allah, then yah Khalid who's still single but going to get married soon and I'm ready to hype that wedding, then  came Zahra I never call her Adda because I'm her imediate, she's also married to Yah Khalil who is also a young business man he's also not bad even though they faced alot of challenges at the beginning of their married lives but they're trying to cope and understand each other.

    I inhaled the fresh air then trek down the road to the the nearest restaurant because my stomach has been growling. I ate to my satisfaction then decided to call Adda khadeejah.

    "Addaaaa" I shouted which gain people's attention from the restaurant. "Haba Mana Adeela bara ki girma bah?" I laughed and said "sorry where are my babies I've called to hear their voices not their mamas" she laughed and called them. "Oya your crazy aunty is here" we chit chat with her twins Farha and Farhan.
 
      After our long call I headed back home, "I'm back" I jumped on the sofa, our maid jiddarh came "sannu" I smiled at her and answered her "sannu jiddarrhtulkhairi" she laughed because she always find jiddarrhtulkhairi funny. "Amm Adeela mami said you should meet her in her room when you come back" I nodded and she stood up. You are suprised how you see a maid speaking fluent English bah she's such a talented person I've never come across, she's always willing to learn.

       I dragged my leg to mami's room and I found her on her praying mat, I looked at the clock just to confirm whether it's time for zuhr prayer but it's just 11:57 and I guess it's not time for prayer so I called after her "Mami" she turned and looked at me, she smiled and I know what she's going to talk about.

      "Your father just left, I guess you didn't cross path with him koh?" She asked and I nodded "okay as you know you clocked 21 this year and you know your father well enough by now I guess, so he's talking about a proposal for you" and I didn't allow her to finished when I interrupted "mami I'm not getting married to any man without loving him, I'm not like Adda khadeejah or Zahra I'm Adeela it's going to be easy for both me and you to know that soon" and I walked away without allowing her to say anything.

      Can you imagine I never spent time with my parents, I never have this bond with my parents all they care is their reputation, don't even talk about my dad he's worst I can tell you the number of time we talked in my whole life, and don't think the talk was important it's always one problem or the other.

     I've never know what family is, I've always wanted to spent time with my family but no it will never happen as long as I'm in Mahmoud Gafai's house. I've always bond with Adda khadeejah, yah Khalid and that's it. Forget about Zahra and fadoul they are just something else. Yah Khalid tried so many times to be a good brother, he always listened to our problems, he always create time from his time to bond with us especially I because I'm all alone at this bored house.

      And don't forget he's also getting married insha Allah soon and I don't want him to because he will get a family to start taking care of and to be a good sister I won't disturb him with my troubles.

      I hope I will find my happiness soon or I don't know what to do because I'm tired of living in my house, I need to find my own happiness by myself so I'm going to get a job insha Allah to help me take off some burden from myself and to lessen my problems, I will talk to yah Khalid insha Allah later.

    I've shown you a glimpse of Adeela's life so the real drama begins insha Allah now.
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