《Destined Hearts》CHAPTER 22: DREAMY EYE
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As ya Ahmad stop a Napep to take us home I was seriously annoyed with myself,I really made a fool of myself . The most annoying thing is that I could not stop thinking about those beautiful eyes.
Why so grey, i dreamily wondered.
" why are you quiet" asked ya Ahmad.
I quickly put up a normal face and answered his question.
" I'm just eager to reach home cos I'm hungry, that all" I said instead.
" then why didn't you tell me we would have eaten at the restaurant closed to the company" he said disappointedly.
" Don't worry, I just want to eat my mother's food not anyother's" I jokingly said. He jokingly tut at me.
" mama's daughter " he teasingly said,while I laughed. It so rare to see ya Ahmad making jokes ,he is usually a serious type of person. But I love this side of him, he is more friendly when making jokes.
The Napep man parked the napep where he was to drop us and ya Ahmad paid the money. We walked into
our house and salaamed.
" wa alaikum salam" answer mama and Aisha simultaneously. Aisha already called that she is waiting for me in my house.
" How was it" mama asked ya Ahmad with a soft smile.
He smile at her and gave her a side hug.
" Alhamdulillah they approved mama" he happily said to her while mama shows her happiness by kissing his forehead. Ya Ahmad is like a egg in mama's eye same as she is to him.
" my son, I'm so happy for you. This is a great achievement for you and I pray for more of it insha Allah. " she prayed while touching his face lovingly with both of her hands.
" Ameen mama, thank you " he replied lovingly.
" I'm so jealous right now" cooed Aisha, and I agreed with her there. It was a great sight, seeing mother and son like this.
After they finished their mother and son talk,, mama turned and smiled at us.
" come let eat our lunch, Aisha also helped in preparing it" she said as she look at aisha.
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Really?
" so monkey fit cook" I said while pinching her cheek. She slap my hand. From her cheek.
" stop it ameera" she said with faked anger.
We all made our way to have our lunch,it was rice and stew with meat. The meal was so delicious.
" so how was the company, is it that big." Aisha asked, eagerly to hear my answer.
We were sitted in my room after the delicious food we just consumed.
" yeah it's so big, I've never seen a company as big as that. You need to see it Aisha" I said as I remember the grey eye specie.
" I can see you are thinking of something or should I say someone " teased Aisha.
What! Was it that obvious, I wondered
" nope I was not thinking of anything " I said quickly. She only playfully raised her eyebrows at me.
" can't you see how red your face has turned, who were you thinking about. Please tell me,i want to know " said Aisha in a baby voice.
Really! Aisha
" stop acting like a small child. OK listen cos I'm not repeating anything again" I said to her.
She quietly move closer to me on the bed so she wouldn't miss any sentence. That's Aisha for you.
I started by telling her about the lady I met, Fatima. Then I told her about my encounter with Mr Grey eye and how arrogant he was to me.
" really, he didn't even say sorry. That's so rude. " she said
" yes that's what I was trying to say before he left. " I exclaimed.
" let's forget that, but you said he has grey eye right " she said teasingly.
" yeah " I answered dreamily.
" Ameera is in love" Aisha said in a singing voice while I threw the pillow at her face.
" stop it" I warned.
" no I won't " she said
" how can someone ,like that kind of person, he is so rude and arrogant" I said.
" Any girl that fall in love with that guy is in deepshit" I muttered
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Maybe he is even married, well who knows
" really, why do you keep talking about his women or are you jealous " Aisha jokingly said.
I looked at her with an are you crazy expression. Really, how would I like that man.
" OK if you insist that you don't like him, then let's change the topic" Aisha said.
" yeah ,let's change it" I replied
I'm happy that my brother's proposal was approved. You might be thinking what proposal it is.
He wrote a proposal two month ago concerning a new school which would soon be opened. It a secondary school and it is owned by Mr Tope's cousin, who just came back to Nigeria and was looking for someone with good qualifications and behavior to handle everything concerning the school. So, that was why Mr Tope asked my brother to come see him in his office today.
" Did you know that Kasu's first list would be out next week" said Aisha while I looked at her with surprised expression.
" really, where did you here it from" thank God the first list is out, I'm so tired of sitting at home.
" do you remember sadiq from my school. Your worst nemesis " she jokingly said while she playfully raise her eyebrow.
Oh, the rich guy in my Islamic school. I remembered.
" do you remember him now" she asked with a smile
" really, so you two still contact each other" I asked surprised.
" yeah we do, he even asked of you. " I was surprised, he asked of me, really. I thought
" even I was surprised when he asked of you, but seriously you need to see him he is a changed person " Aisha said
" well good for him" I said dismissively.
" really, is that the only thing you could say" Aisha said annoyingly
I looker at her and said " what else do you want me to say, we were never friend with bashir. I know he would never change"
" But Aisha why are you talking like this, don't you want him to change" Aisha exclaimed. But why is she angry at me I haven't done anything.
" Aisha please calm down, why are you so angry all of a sudden. Are you ok" I asked concerned. Because when ever Aisha is getting worked up like this then something is wrong.
Suddenly she started crying and that got my attention. I immediately pull her for a hug and asked again " what is wrong aisha?"
" it's baba" what did he do, I wondered.
" what did he do" I asked.
" he is getting me married to Amir, you remember the guy he wanted me to marry before Bashir's incidence " she said.
"Yeah I remembered the name. "
" I don't even know him , I can't marry him aisha" she said while wiping her tears.
" that was why I called to tell you that I would come see you and I've been meaning to tell you since you arrive. But I don't know how to bring the matter up and when sadiq matter arises I decided to vent my anger on you"
" I'm sorry for shouting at you ameera " she pleaded
" don't worry it's not your fault" I said as I wipe her tears.
" so now tell me the main reason why you don't want to marry him " I asked her seriously.
" because I think.... I like someone else" she immediately said.
Really?! How does she fall in love quickly
" Then who is the lucky guy " I asked teasingly
" I'd tell you when I confirm if he has feelings for me" she said while looking at me.
So she won't tell me his name then.
" at least tell me if it's someone I know" I asked eagerly.
" I promised to tell you when the time comes" she said instead.
But we don't keep secrets, I wanted saying. I don't want to push it so I'd wait till she is ready to tell me.
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