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She didn't answer him instead she eyes him up and down then stretched out her hands for her car keys.

" My car keys"

He didn't answer , he only look at her like he was trying to understand something about her. Rahama feels uneasy with the way he was scrutinizing her.

" hello, is someone there" she decided to bring back his attention by wave at his face . He came out of his thoughts and hand her car keys to her without uttering any word.

" aren't you surprised that fate made us meet twice the same day" he cockily let out and She scowled at him

" stop saying rubbish and tell me how much is my bill" she brought out her cheque book from her hand bag.

" Never mind, let it be a treat from me to you" he doesn't know what was stopping him from collecting the money when he actually needs it.

" you better take the money because I don't give a damn how much I spend, you also look like you need the money. At least buy something good to wear not this rag you call cloth" she pointed and then wrote down a cheque of hundred thousand Naira and hand it to him. He didn't collect it instead, he was looking at her in shock because of what she said to him. She insulted his clothing ,how dare her.

Rahama then drop the cheque on the stool she sat on before, since he refused to collect it and then turn to leave.

" young lady" a angry M. S called out in an angry voice while rahama turn to answer him with questioning eyes.

He took the cheque and walk up straight to her. He tore the cheque into pieces and then threw all the torn piece of paper at her. She was shocked beyond belief that this crazy man here, who she wrote a cheque note of hundred thousand naira dares to tore it and threw the pieces at her?

He is crazy. She felt so insulted especially now that people where watching them. Some where pointing at her and making fun of her.

" Next time try to act and speak nicely to people, if not you're going to regret it all your life" she stood agape

She was seething " you stupid man " she went forward to slap him for the second time today but he had a quick reflex this time, he held her hand quickly before it meet his face.

" Don't ever raise your hand on me ever again. If not I'm going to break this hands of yours" she swallowed and drew her hand back

She glares at him and he did same. Rahama hissed and turn to walk to her car full of disgrace. I hate that man. She has never hated anyone as she hate this particular man.

END OF FLASHBACK

" wow, this is actually serious" a baffled yasirah said.

Rahama got angry at this " is that the only thing you could say?"

Yasirah noticed her anger " no, I'm just processing what you've just told me. But for me I think you were at fault, you shouldn't have insulted him. You were quick to judge, had it been you come off nicely the man would have apologized. He was also wrong by tearing the cheque and throwing it on you." she added the last statement, just to make rahama happy.

Truth be told, rahama was at fault in general, she was way too rude and a spoilt brat. She wish she was there to see rahama's reaction when the poor man tore the paper and threw it at her. Yasirah internally laughed.

If rahama wasn't picking on her nails she would have catch on that yasirah was laughing at her. She was busy sad at the fact that no one supports her even her dad scolded her. Now, yasirah even sound like her once best friend, sakeenah.

They all makes her sick.

***

" come let's go play with my ball" the five years old boy said to the beautiful six years old girl. She offers him a wide smile that shows her toothless front teeth. The little girl loves it when he ask her to play with his ball.

" ok" together they went to play with other kids.

Unknown to them that a particular seven years old boy was at the far end of the garden watching with anger. He hates it when other boys play with the little girl, he always wants to be the only guy friend she has. So, he plan to interfere in their game. One would be surprised at how this seven years old can be jealous and how he even have a mind to hate someone . That someone he hate is his brother. Yes, he hates his junior brother, he hate him with passion.All because, whenever they are out to play, all his friends prefers to play with his junior brother than him.

Sadiq is this kind of charming and friendly boy right from time. He is a carefree kid who is full of life and loves with all his heart. He was busy playing the ball that he didn't see his brother Mansir coming his way in full speed. Suddenly, he felt himself being pushed down by someone. By mansir actually .

He felt a crack sound immediately he fell.He shouted in pain and turn to look at his brother with teary eyes

" why did you push me? now my hand is paining me" sadiq cried out.

Mansir stood tall with a smirk as he watch his brother in pain " that is for stealing my friends away. Go and play with your friends and leave mine alone"

" what do you mean by your friends? but they are my friends too"

He felt a kick on his injured wrist" ahhhhhhh" sadiq shouted in pain.

" when next I see you playing with my friends most especially safiya, I'll do worst that injuring you. If you like tell anyone that I did this to you, you will see what I'll do to you" Mansir threatened and left a crying sadiq on the ground

Sadiq cried in pain as he dragged himself inside the house . He spent all evening in misery over his injured hand, he refused to tell anybody about it and it isn't because Mansir told him not to. It because he doesn't want to cause his mother more pain. To him, his mother is in more pain than he was. so ,he will suck it up and bare with the pain till he recovers. Thank God he has robb in his drawer which he rubbed on the injured hand. Not that it would stop the pain but at least he hope it would.

When it was time for dinner, he was called down by his mother to come have dinner. He doesn't want his mother to find out about the hand so he lied that he wasn't hungry. When actually, he was dying of hunger right now

His mother already getting suspicious of this behavior of her son, she knows how her sadiq loves food and he has never answered her with his room door closed. He always opens his door with joy when he is been call down for food.

What changed?, she thought

She didn't think twice before she barge into the room. What she saw wasn't what she expected. She saw her son shivering on the floor with sweat embedded on his forehead. She rushed to his side immediately.