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Yazeed was one of those things. She knew it was unhealthy getting this attached to him, it was so bad that she was getting so close to him despite the invincible barriers he had around himself. Every day she watched as she made him broke one of the walls that surrounded him, but she knew for him, it wouldn’t be long before he built them back. She was the problem, she was the one to be pitied, the one to wished healing for, even though it wasn’t yet time for the heartbreak.

And as she stared at the way he lavishly ate his food now, she knew that he would be worth taking a risk for. She wouldn’t deprive herself of whatever that he was, she was going to let it flow as much as it was destined to, and when it was said to end, it will. She knew it will end the day she left Abuja after she was done with her service and from then nothing could make Yazeed look for her, but she was ready to take that risk.

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She was lazily moving around her apartment, she didn't know what she should start doing first. Should she wash her hair first? And before it dried she can quickly cook something for her stomach while she cleaned the living room? Or that wouldn’t work? Because she might easily sit down and start watching a movie and before she knew it, it would be an evening like she had always been on every weekend.

She thought about this and shook her head, no. She would have to start with cleaning the kitchen thoroughly, and after that, she would clean the living room while letting the cheese powder to steam into her hair, she knew by the time she was done, her hair was done and she would clean her bedroom because the other bedroom had never been touched by her, she just kept her stuff in there. She opted for the latter and walked directly to the kitchen.

Musing the music on the background to herself while she worked, she heard the shrilling sound of her phone and she rushed out to the living room to take it. She thought it was Farha because she was the only one that called her during weekends and they could spend hours laughing, gossiping, fighting, insulting each other and whatnot. But to her surprise, it was a new number, and she wondered who it was.

“Hello? Good afternoon.” She greeted tentatively because she didn't know who it was, she couldn’t start being rude without making sure who the caller was.

“Hey, afternoon. I'm outside your house.” It was a male’s voice. But as much as she cracked her brain to remember where she had known this voice, she couldn’t. Because it sounded all alien to her, like something she had never heard before.

“Outside? I don’t know you but I'll be out in a bit. Hope you aren’t here to abduct me?”

“No, I brought a parcel for you, someone wanted to surprise you.” Her eyes quickly scanned up to the calendar bar on her open and she saw that it wasn’t her birthday. Who would surprise her on a random weekend and with what?

“A parcel? Okay, I'll be out in a minute.” Maybe Mama sent something for her, or Farha because they were the only ones that knew her address and she wondered what it was. Even though she wanted Mama to be the sender of the parcel, a huge part of her wanted it to be Farha, because if she was the one, the gift will be more exciting.

She dropped the brush she was scrubbing the cooking gas with, rinsed off her hands before she nodded her head as if the man could see her. “Okay, I'll be out in a bit. Thank you for your patience.”

She rushed to her room and got into her open kimono real quick, she wrapped her veil around her face and walked out, firmly holding her phone as she nearly stumbled. When she walked out, she saw a maroon sleek Maserati that nearly made her drooled, and she thought, this could never be a parcel. ‘But what if Farha had a friend delivered it to you?’ She thought to herself and nodded before she walked to the driver’s seat and softly knocked on the window. She knew she was a total mess, but she didn't mind because she would just collect what he had brought for her and walk back to her world. Were she found comfort in her baggy shirts and trousers?

He began winding the glass down until his face was revealed and she didn’t know when she screamed at the pitch of her voice, jumping up a little. “Oh my god! I can’t believe this! You came?”

Today, the way she was overly excited by seeing him in front of her house, Yazeed didn’t even try to hide his chuckle, he chuckled outwardly and nodded his head. “Yes, we’re going for the movie, remember? But you aren’t even ready yet.”

With her palms on her mouth to suppress how delighted she seemed, and her eyes dilated in utter bewilderment, she asked him while pointing at his phone, “So you mean you were the one that called me? Boss, I can’t believe this.”

“Yes,” he replied and chuckled, “And the parcel is a movie out, you aren’t ready yet. Should we postpone it till another time?” She was vehemently shaking her head before he got the chance to close his lips.

“No! Come on, this is once in a lifetime opportunity, I couldn’t lose it for the whole world. Will you come in? I'll get ready before you get to say, Jack Robinson. My living room is a little messy though, I'm cleaning the house.”

He politely shook his head, “I’ll wait for you here, but if you take long...”

She didn’t let him finish his sentences, “I know what that means, you’ll leave and I won’t be able to see your smile ever again in the office. Don’t worry, I'll be fast!” She sprinted off without waiting for a reply from him, and he didn't miss the way she kept giggling on her way in.

He kept staring at her until she disappeared from his sight and Yazeed heaved a sigh while his shoulders sagged with defeat. He had failed himself again, every day he woke up with the thought that he was going to back away from her, but he kept failing. Even though for today Sulaiman practically chased him out of his own house, seeing the way she seemed so delighted had made him felt all the struggle he went through before he came was worth it.

As she said, she hadn’t taken so long, if thirty minutes wasn’t long enough for Jalilah. She came out all clad in a gown and matching headgear wrapped over her head. He knew he had mentioned that nothing ever looked on her like Ankara did, but today, this dress, it was the prettiest he had ever seen. She opened the passenger’s seat and sat down before she flashed him yet another Jalilah enthralling smile. The dress, the simple necklace around her neck, the kohl in her eyes, everything looked damn alluring on her that he didn’t know when he uttered...

“Beautiful. You look so amazing.”

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