Chapter Eight

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My course lecturer said something wonderful today.

Writing itself is a school,It's not something natural,we also learn writing.We acquire to write,nobody is born with the ability to write.

It is not a natural gift.
In as much as you acquire it,it flows naturally.

Writing is a discovery,when you put it into practice,you discover your abilities:

Who you are..

Everyone has the ability to write,when you make it a part of you..

It becomes easy. 💥💡

Ahmad's POV...

After telling Safaa about the university Salman suggested I gave her the phone I bought for her.She refused to collect it at first,but I refused to take it back too.She thanked me profusely and I left her at garden because I have a lot of work to do.

Some days after Salman told me he met Safaa and they talked again about her school and that he has began the process of enrolling her into it.

Salman is always known as the kind and compassionate one but his sudden closeness with Safaa started disturbing me when all she could talk about is Yaya Salman did this or did that.He has become her idol after enrolling her in an Open University.He is always faster than I am.He gave her a laptop and made her learn how to use it and access the website of the school.

She chose international relations which he studied so unfortunately she always asks of his help.She's slowly getting more close to Salman and I don't like that at all.

I don't stay at home this days because of work,I handle one of our father's company and being the head is not that easy.

Ma'aruf who's Abidah's fiancè and my childhood friend stopped by my office and I halted my work.There's a lot of catching up we need to do.

"I can't wait to sweep your sister off her feet soon" Ma'aruf said with happiness evident in his voice.

"Hmmm" I sighed sounding distant.

"What's wrong Man? You seem off?"

"It's about Safaa,I think Salman is falling for her and I can't afford that" I said massaging my beard.

"Well then confess"

"I don't know if she feels the same" I complained.

"Oh please,you don't even know how cute you are with each other,you act like a couple already" He encouraged me.

"I think she feels the same too,but then there's Mama,she hates Safaa"

"Well she's not staying with your mother when you two get married and Mama will eventually like her" He commented.

"I don't know Ma'aruf" I said.

"Try talking to Safaa first,if she says Yes then a big problem will be solved"

"Okay I will try" I said taking my phone which began vibrating.

"She's calling" I added pressing answer.

"Na'am Safaa,I'll be home soon In shaa Allah,you can give him some but don't forget to keep my share,alright bye"

"See she called but it's always about Salman" I said with a frown.

"What about Salman?" Ma'aruf asked.

"She made rice and beans,which is only for the two of us and he wants some" I answered furrowing my brows.

"What a funny love triangle you three have" He chuckled making me just shake my head out of worry.

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SAFAA'S POV...

I feel some sort of indebtedness towards both Yaya Salman and Ya Ahmad.I told Mommy about their idea of me studying without letting Kawu Sunusi or my father know and she also supported it.She advised me not to tell my Mama yet because Baba might find out.I am not so good at hiding things,I tell my Mama everything but for the first time,because of my future I didn't tell her about the school.

Salman helped me with everything,He even gave me a laptop.I registered for my dream course and just like that,without any trouble I started my university.My joy and happiness knew no bounds.

I became so close to Yaya Salman and since am more closer to Ya Ahmad I realised he doesn't like our proximity.But I can't do anything about it,Yaya Salman has a place in my heart but as a senior brother and nothing else.

A week ago,Abidah's wedding date was fixed and since a day after it,we have been going for shopping and bookings from one place to another.I decide not to follow them today but later regretted that because I felt bored being home alone.

I decide to wheel away time in the kitchen.I made rice and beans,Yaa Ahmad's favorite only for me and him but Yaya Salman who came when I was almost done insists I give him some,eventhough he isn't a fan of it.I informed Yaya Ahmad first and after he agreed I served Yaya Salman and myself in the same bowl.

It feels as though I am not eating rice and beans when I take it on a plate.So I always opt for a bowl.

"You're taking spoonfuls Ya Salman" I whined seeing how the food keeps reducing without me eating much.

"And you're eating like a baby that's why you somehow slim"

"I'm not slim" I protested.

"Okay fine,see this" He said scooping a large portion of the rice.

"What?" I asked mouth agape.

"You're eating it,Oya open up"

"I can't eat this,but okay" I said letting him feed me.

"You guys seem to be having fun" A voice interrupted us before the spoon could reach my mouth.

"Ohh Ya Ahmad" I said blushing crimson red. 

"Uhm" He mumbled with an unreadable expression. 

"Welcome back,let me get you your food"

"No,Thank you" He answered simply and left.

"What's wrong with him?" I asked Yaya Salman who has been quitely observing us since Ahmad came in.

"I don't know,eat your food"

"I can't,am not hungry anymore" I said going after Yaya Ahmad.

I kept stumbling on my steps while walking behind him.I called his name several times but he didn't even spare me a glance.

"Please Ya Ahmad,what did I do?" I said almost breaking down.

"Safaa don't,don't even try telling me anything,can't you see your closeness with Salman is killing me and now it has reached to this?"

"Ya Ahmad I...." I stammered trying to make him understand.

"I said I don't want to hear anything God dammit,just leave me alone" He growled before leaving me rooted there,the anger in his voice stopped me from following him.

Since that day,Yaya Ahmad began acting like he doesn't know me but I let him be.His attitude towards me changed too,he doesn't acknowledge my presence,he doesn't say a word to me and it's slowly eating me up.I don't know if it's love as Abidah always insinuate but Yaya Ahmad has become a part of me.

It's been days after the incident but I hardly even see both of them.We talked a lot about 'us'(Ya Ahmad and me that is) with Abidah the night before and the next day I woke up determined to apologise to Yaya Ahmad even if he won't listen.

I already know the time he goes to the gym in the morning so I had my bath early and waited for him by the garden,because he always passes there before going to their side.

"Ya Ahmad please listen to me" I begged upon sighting him.

"What do you want Safaa?" He asked not even looking at me.

"We'll talk about it after breakfast,I made breakfast,we...could...uhm"

"Eat" He completed it for me.

"Uhm Yes"

"Alright" He said walking inside the house.

I kept grinning while we were walking to the dining room,a week is enough torture.Ya Ahmad sure knows how to get angry and I pray never to see that side of him again.

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It's so short I know...

I'm sorry.

I'm tired

School is just 😰😥
Have a looott of books to read

I have to abandon wattpad for now.

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