CHAPTER ONE
Every girl has a charming character
_salamatullah
Taheera
I know that life is a jumble of both saccharine and spiteful moments, but why is my life all about bitter and acetic import, why am I always left alone? I may always cover up with a smile but that doesn't means I am hunky-dory all the time. Oh Lord, give me patience.
"Taheera! Taheera!" farida half howl strike against the headboard
I was lost in my thoughts, my malignant thoughts.
"Hey! What is it again" I babble lazily fixing my gaze at her
"Why did you give azaan my cell number? He's been bothering me" she blurts out glaring at anything in the room but me
"well, he wanted to wish you a happy birthday and asked for your contact" I scowl my face confusingly
"Did something happens"
"apparently yes, he wished me a happy birthday yesterday and today he texted me this" farida blurts out again impulsing her hand to her Ankara gown pocket to bring out her phone, she handed it to me and I nearly froze at what I saw.
The texts was a confession, a love confession! First my two course mates and now my own sister, my younger sister, what a cad!
"why did he have to stood this low" I spout furiously moving my head in a positive and negative gesture without even realizing what to say next
"I don't know why some people are so dump and insane all at the same time, why would you confess your love to your girlfriend's sister" Farida says in a sedative manner
"it's okay you don't have to feel guilty about it, just block him" I utter with so much pain striving my heart
"What if he finds out that I told you what he did? Will you guys be okay?" she mutters now with concern and her voice shivering with mixture of both guilt and worry
"worry not I will handle it" I say with a small beam trying to pacify her
"Ok then let me go back and continue with my work" farida says but before I answer her I only meet her retreating figure
What is wrong with Azaan? Why is he doing this to me, to us. I most put a stop to this, I can't be dating a bounder I can't, I have to stop this.
Later in the night, after eating dinner with my family, I retire back to my room to take a shower. I didn't get a chance to even take a bath due to this stupid crazy malignant thoughts I have been having.
A call came through and I hesitate to pick for some seconds because of the ID caller that show's Azaan's name, in other ways the bounder.
"hello" I speak first
"hey" he answers with that cunning voice of his
"I called you but you didn't pick my call, what happened?"
So he knew he committed the most unforgettable sin and now he's playing dump, wow you're indeed a cad Azaan.
"No, nothing happens. It's just that I went to the parlor and left the phone in the room" I lie forcing my voice to sound normal as usual
"I will be traveling to ibadan tomorrow so I won't be able to see you"
"All of a sudden? What happen" I question
"you know my mom's ill right?" he says and I nod my head as if he's seeing me
"The doctor called me yesterday and informed me about the donor of her transplant, so I have to go"
"together with her?" I ask
"yes, but I will come back after the surgery take place because I have tons of work at the office"
"why can't you stay with her Azaan? She's your mother and a mother needs her child by her side especially during such tough period" I blurts worriedly
"but T I have work to do" he defended
This guy is mad am telling you, Your work is more important than your own mother!
"she's your mother Azaan, and she would need you by her side more than anyone else. And besides, you can take a break and attend to your mother"
"Fine, I will try" he utters incautiously
"Try! Azaan it's a most for you whether you like it or not" I warned
"T, I don't want to argue with you so please let me be, I will call you before I leave, sleep tight"
Before I even utter a word, the call dropped and I feel more angrier than I am before. First he broke my heart and now he's acting unguarded toward his own mother! Well yes I know I don't have any right but I am his girlfriend for goodness sake so I have to worry about his mother.
I keep thinking about Azaan and his worthless sayings until sleep knock on my door and does it work.
AZAAN
I wonder why she's so fund of my mother, we are not officially dating yet and now she's acting like my wife, and what concerns her with my matters. Sometimes she's funny to deal with, she will act acrimoniously now and then be like mother Theresa the other round.
I glance over my shoulder as my phone rang twice beside me, I slide the green button and press the phone on my ear.
"Street bastard" kabir speaks first
"Playboy" I precise rolling my eyes
"Hakim told he that you will be traveling tomorrow together with mama" he says
"yes, they found a donor and want the surgery to take over as soon as possible" I answer
"So you will stay with her till she recovers" he questions
"Well, I don't think so because I have so many work to take care of and there is this project I received last month from Paris" I spiel rolling from the other side of my bed to fetch my laptop
"but you know she would need you by her side especially at this moment…let the hook off please" he pleaded
I don't get why T and Kabir are so pathetic at times, why can't they understand me.
"Sure I will take a break" I mutters opening my laptop
"I have a meeting at 8 in the morning so I won't be able to see you off but when your flight lands, so please give me a call and my regards to mama don't forget"
Kabir and I bid goodnight, and i plug my phone to charge and start arranging some of the documents I will need in the up coming meeting which will held up in Paris next month.