Some might really feel like killing me *laughing hard* I'm at my Dadzu's house, come and beat me*sniggering*.

They were sitted on opposite chairs, looking at each other, their hearts beating vigourously against their ribcage. He looked at her, with so much adoration in his eyes. He can't just believe it, he surely had fallen for this girl, his sister.

They were emoting their feelings through their eyes. To say she is happy, is an understatement. For now, she's very sure he is in love with her.

Inas words creep in her mind, that made her shifted her gaze on the table between them. She's fumbling with the hem of her veil, the words seems too heavy for her. She can't ruin this moment. The moment is an endearment.

"Yaya." She called out, ostentatiously smiling at him.

He shifted his gaze, and his eyes fall on her luscious lips. He can't just believe it, but her lips are beyond his liking. The lips are endearing, he wish he can kiss them. Only if wishes were horses.

"Lailah." Came his vulgar voice. His voice made her stomach do double flips, which made her heart ebbed with his love. She love the coarseness of his voice. The way he calls her name is an endearment.

"Umm... Laith talked to me yesterday, he said he's really sorry." She stuttered, looking at him. "He said he wants to be my friend." Her eyes landed on his creased forehead, he look frustrated.

He look startled, he know this guy is up to something. Why can't she see her love in his eyes?. "What did you said? Repeat yourself please." He said, bumbling. He's still scuppering her words in his noddle.

"He said, he wants to be my friend." Came her voice, more like a whisper, it can be seen from his eyes; he's narked. "But i said; i have to tell you first." She added, making a puppy face.

His voice stiffened, he don't want to hinder their relationship; now that they're out of their seclution. "Let's go back." He said, standing up. He packed his things and went to pay their bills, while she waited outside.

She's pacing to and fro, telling him this is more of a hindrance than a help. He comes out, without uttering a word, he move fast her.

She sprinted and catch up with him, she hold his hand. "Yaya, i'm sorry, i didn't mean to upset you." Said Laila, looking at his face that changed from loving to coarse. "I just need your consent." She added, grisping his hand.

"What do you want me to say? I should agree?" He snapped, yanking his hand. "Do as you wish." He added.

"Yaya." She called and burst into tears. She stood there sobbing. Why can't he understand her?

He snubbed her, but her sob kept gnawing him. He scutle to where she squated down, yelping. "Lailah, Ya Allah! I'm sorry Lil sis." He blurted, lifting her up.

"But Yaya, why didn't you understand? Don't be suspicious please." She said, wiping her tears away. "I love you, and only you. Trust me Yaya." She added.

"It's okay, I'm sorry for being pugnacious." He said and hold her hands.

She round her hands around his torso, side hugging him. As they silently prowled to the female's dormitory. Everyone lost in his thoughts.

***

She had been literally sick all this while, her heart ached alot. Upon seeing that girl; she had belied that she's beleaguered.

His thoughts always ebbed the wounds in her heart, that's why she eschewed herself from his thoughts. She's tired of all this things, she want to be free from all worries; like she was.

Meeno was belied with their relationahip at first, she thought she's just being paranoid. She thought there is no iota of possibilty in her talks, but she was wrong. It became real!.

She groggily pull herself up from the bed, something had been gnawing at her today. She need to call Meeno, she need someone to vulgarize her back into her normal self. The real Aysha!.

She finished her businesses, put on a brown wrapper and peplum blouse; Lace, she had so much difficulties before she succesfully tied the wrapper. If not Aunty said they'll visit a relative in LUTH, she would've wear something comfy.

"Let me check my whatsapp text." She said, sitting on her bed.

The first text she saw, made her heart stiffened. The text unhinged her, she can't understand what was written, it was a laconic text; but her noddle seems not to understand it. The text is bleak, it hinder her process of moving on.

A:Hey! How you? It's been long. Hope you're fine?.

The text was sent 3hours ago, she took almost 30mins before she mustered to reply his text.

U:Ohh... Hi. I'm fine.

Ummi kept looking at her phone, before it somersaulted in her; that she need to call Meeno.

She dailed her number and eagerly waited for her to pick up.

U:Meeno! How are you?

M:Ayshaa.... How're you? How's Lagos.

U:I'm fine Amina, how's Mummy?

M:They're all fine. What happened to you? I heard your voice somehow.

U:Oh... hmm Al-amin sent me a text. After a whole month, Meeno.

M:Did he really? Is the text that apologetic?

U:Hmmm.. he was just asking my well being. He seems not to care about the pain i've went through, he hindered my process of moving on.

M:Aysha, since you still love him, why can't you listen to his excuse? May be he has his reasons for doing so.

U:Kind of a good advice. I'll try that.

They nattered away for an hour, before they ended the call. Ummi went to the parlour, had her breakfast. Baba came back and they zoomed off to LUTH (Lagos University Teaching Hospital).

Her cousin is doing her housemanship there; as a Medical Doctor.

They came back around 2pm, cooked launch. She snubbed Aunty's cheekiness, the text revived what she realized is her means of amiability.

She checked her whatsapp and saw his reply.

A:Glad. How's Aunty and Lagos?

She hesitated, before replying his text.

U:Fine Alhamdulillah. How's your studies?

They chatted for like 30mins, but their seems no scintilla of lamentation in his texts. So she decided to ask.

U:Umm... i have a question please.

A:I'm all ears then.

U:Like... what's the status of our relationshio now?

A:Aysha... Why asking this question?

U:I deserve to know. I need to know wether i should move on or stay hooked.

A:You should stay hooked please. I loved you and still do.

An unexpected smile plastered on her lips.

U:If that's the case, then why did you ignored me for a whole month? You're no more the Al-amin i knew.

A:I'm still the one, Aysha. I got alot of things to care about, but i'm wholeheartedly sorry. Forgive your Amore.

U:You're already forgiven.

***

He was on her laps, she's using her hands to brush his trimmed hair. His heart is ebbing with his mother's love. She's everything he could ever ask for.

"Mom, I've talked to her." He said, as he look up; trying to meet his mother's gaze.

"Ohh really? I'm happy then. Did she accepted your acquaintanceship?" She asked, smiling at him.

"No. She said she have to ask that brother of her's, she told me he's not her boyfriend." He said, grimacing. He don't like the idea of Al-amin being her brother, he know the guy is up to something. "May be he like her too, Mom." He added, pouting like a baby.

"Oh my dear, whatever is meant for you will never be someone else's. Have faith."

"That's true, My Mom."

"Yes sure, My Laith."

They smiled at each other, their eyes emoting how they missed Alhaji Mubarak. "May Allah have mercy on you." They said in unison.

Laith looked up. "Mom, did you said 'Allah'?" He asked, humbugged.

"Yes. I'm used to some Islamic words now, all because of you."

"Yeee... I'm happy. Someday Insha Allah." He squealed.

"Shut up, you silly boy." She smacked him playfully.

***

He was watching a football match, when he heard a knock.

He langourously prowled to the door, when the person appears; an unexpected smile plastered on his lips.

"Come in Lil sis." He ushered. She manoeuvred and sit on the sofa, holding a carton of pizza.

"Yaya, this is for you." She said and thrusted the carton to him.

"Thanks Lil sis, like you know i'm famished, just can't make an order." He said, as he dig into his pizza.

He realized how she kept opening her mouth; wanting to say something, but she's procrastinating. "Talk up, Lil sis. You really want to say something." He said, as he moved close to her.

"Umm-Ummm, it was Laith, he called me." She stuttered and look at him. He nodded, gesturing at her to go on, he's trying to be astute. "He said he want an acquaintace."

He kept looking at how her lips were moving while she was talking. His brain kept rummaging his mind with different thoughts. His revere for her has no bound, everything in her seems perfect.

"Yaya, why the silence?" Her voice jolted him out of his reverie.

"Did you want him to be your acquiantance?" He asked softly, his eyes locked up with her's. She can't say yes, his eyes are the best she'd seen in her life. They're gently caressing her whole body. "No Yaya, I don't want." She answered.

"Well then, when he call you again; say No." He sterned, smiling at her.

"Ok Yaya." She smiled back, resting her head on the couch; looking at him. "I really Love You, Yaya." She hushed, more like a whisper. She thought it's only for her hearing, but Nay! He heard it.

"I Love you too, Lailah." He blurted, not knowing when, how, or where the words erupt from.

Hinnalillahi wa hinna hilaihi rajihun.

My baki is like😷😤, i didn't expect this coming, not anytime soon.

I've seen one kallon kauna they were sharing.

Poor Ummi, she've made up her mind to move on, but he then hindered everything.

Al-amin didn't lament for what he did, snubbing her for a whole month. He's there asking her wellbeing, like nothing happened. She'd not been well ai.

Laith really need an acquiantance, i hope it's for real.

Su Al-amin all this scrutinization, da can bai gansu ba sai yanzu. Hmmm.

So he finally confessed dai, Allah ya kyauta.

Can 'Heart breaker' suit him please?

A name suggestion for Al-amin.

And well his new bea, new love of his life, his new rabin rai and rayuwa.

How's the chappy? Yay or Nay?

Happy birthday to the woman that gave birth to this crazy, loving lady❤❤. Many more years to witness her yan matas wedding. Aimen *Miss Eliza's style* Sholeey_ I Love you❤.

I'm really having problem with wattpad, the chapters emulate as unarranged to some, like ricike haka. So i have to republish all, pardon my mistakes please.

Enough of my surutu.

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