She woke up with a smile on her face, a smile that seemed not to vanish. His words kept ebbing in her brain, it's prepossessing to know he still Love her.

She trust him, believe him, she know he'll never betray her, nor will he hurt her intentionally. He made that promise himself.

She prowled to the toilet, have her bathe and exited. She's too excited, she need to dance; dancing is something she do, when she's overly excited. Like she is now.

She need to dance vigourously, so she played Gwanja's Music, it's the music music that will blast her mind to the fullest.

She's swaying from side to side, clearing her room; when a call intrude her enjoyment.

Ugh! Who's this? She hissed irritatingly and place the phone on her left ear.

M:Hello Ummi.

U:Mama! How are you guys doing? I'm missing you over here wallahi.

M:We're doing fine Ummi, how's Maman Rabab?

U:She's fine Mama, how's Sulaiman?

M:He's fine. Husna and her husband are leaving tomorrow, you should call her please.

U:So soon? I'll call her Insha Allah.

M:It's better then.

U:Mama, something is really disturbing me, what if i rewrite the jamb and still didn't score well? I've wasted a year just like that.

M:That's what i'm thinking about Ummi, why won't you just start studying something? If you score the Jamb; it's fine then, you can leave the one you've started.

U:I'll talk to Baba about it, may be he'll agree.

M:May Allah see us through, my regards to Rabab.

U:Ameen, Thank you Mama.

She ended the call and dailed Husna's number, they nattered away for hours before Husna's husband came back; saying he needs something and they ended the call.

She advanced to the parlour and sits on the sofa; silently praying for what's the best for her. We might love something, not knowing it's bad. While we hate something, not knowing it's good for us. Allah knows, and we know not.

***

What he is feeling now is transmogrifying, he is guileless, he promised not to leave her for another girl, but why is he feeling something he once felt for her; for another girl? Did he hold unto his promise? Is he turning into a guile person? Or is it that he literally doesn't know what he love?

"Mi Corazón." She squealed and hugged him, sitting beside him, her head on his shoulder.

"Ciccino, how's the lectures? I've been waiting for you since." He said, patting her head, affectionately.

"A penny for your thoughts, Mi Corazón? I was screaming your name, but you were out of this world." She said, looking up at him. "Don't tell me you were thinking about her?" She hushed, just the mention of her name hurts.

"I was thinking about you, you really look beautiful. I love you Ciccino." He said, cupping her face with his hand. How can he tell her he was thinking about Aisha? It's preposterous.

"I love you more, Mi Corazón. I'm glad, you're out of her shell; she must have bewitched you." Laila said, grimacing. She hate it when he sometimes call her Aysha.

"She didn't bewitched me Ciccino, it was just an obsession. I fathomed you're the only person I love." He added, fixing his gaze on her beautiful face, a face he admire since she was a child, nothing changed in her face.

He placed his hand on her cheek, which send shivers down her spine, she closed her eyes, her body frenzed at the electrifying feeling she got. It made goosebumps appear on her skin. "Lailah." Came his voice, more like a whisper, which made her shudder.

What do you think you're doing? Trying to make out with your sis? What gave you the effrontery to do that in the first place? Help her guide her dignity, not to destroy. His inner conscience scolds, which made him abruptly remove his hand from her face, averting his gaze from her side,  totally ashamed of himself. "Sorry." He muttered under his breathe, and got up.

"It wasn't your fault Mi Corazón, I should've created more space between us." She lamented, fumbling with the hem of her veil, bumbling.

"It's okay, I need to get something in the library." His voice is coalesced with lamentation and pain. He didn't believe what he did.

She didn't offer to follow him, she need to think. Is Inas advices the way out? They almost did what will be gnawing at them, she know the truth, but why is she apostating it? Is it because she love him? He love her now, why will she put herself into this? She will not pay heed to this kinds of advices again. Not again! She's apoplectic with herself. She's very sure he controled himself with aplomb, and she's behind the sins.

Astagfirullah She hushed, lugubriously.

"A penny for this young Lady's thoughts?" Came a familiar voice, she didn't turn, she's still scuppering the voice. It's Laith! The notorious.

"Why are you always snubbing me? I can't harm the person i like." He said, bumptiously.

"Salamu Alaikum." She said, sarcastically.

"Ohhh sorry please. Assalamu Alaikum." Came his british accent, amalgamated with the islamic word. Which gives the melodious voice she ever heard.

"Wa'alaikumus Salam." She answered, laconically.

"My name is Laith Mubarak." He said, streching his hand for a shake.

"My name is Laila Mustapha." She answered, ignoring his hand; which he take back.

"I'll like to call you 'L' if you won't mind." He said, smiling ostentatiously.

"I'll call you that too." She smiled.

"You've got the best of smile." He said, standing up. "Let me see you off, are you through with your lectures?" He asked.

"Ohh yeah... let's go." She said and take her things.

They walk side by side, chatting, they kind of really get along. They've got some same attitudes.

They were at the bus stop, Laith yawed to the end of the road. "Is that your brother over yonder?" He asked, gesturing at Al-amin.

She froze, but spikily suppressed her uneasiness. "Ohhh yeah, he is." She answered, yawing her gaze from Al-amin; whom is sending some hot glares to her, the glares he used to treat her with. She hate seeing this side of him.

Suddenly, the bus came and they zoom off.

***

She sits on the next sofa, they were watching a wresting show with Baba. She kept bumbling, and fumbling with the designs on the sofa. She always opened her mouth; trying to say something, but she's procrastinating. She don't how he will take the issue.

"Umm-Umm, Baba." She stuttered, bumbling in her seat.

"Yes Ummi." He looked up, fixing his gaze on her.

"Baba, It's an advice; why not i should start studying something else? There is no scintilla of possibilty that i'll score the MBBS cut of mark; this time around. And I'll lose two years." She muttered, making a puppy face; hoping he'll understand her.

"What a very good idea, you should've tell me since. I thought KASU has finished giving Admissions, but i'll call a friend." Baba said, and dail his friend's number.

She waited patiently as they're making the call.

"He said the Admission will be out, so you have to go back to Kaduna." Baba said, fixing his gaze on the TV. He love wrestling.

"When Baba?" She asked, hoping he'll say Wednesday, since it's Monday.

"I think on wednesday, did it suit you?"

"Yes... yes, Thank you Baba. Goodnight." She stuttered, grinning and advanced to her room.

***

She sat for almost an hour, ruminative. She know she's in for it, Yaya will be suspicious, may be he'll stop loving her. Why can't he understand? He is the only she love, Laith is her acquaintance; not even a friend.

"Laila, what's wrong?" Inas shake her, jolting her out of her reverie.

"Umm... I'm having problem's with Yaya, because of Laith." She murmured, her eyes glisten with tears.

"Oh... you don't have to worry about that, Laith is the popular guy in school, when you become his girl; you'll also be popular.

Besides, he don't befriend any girl, he only wants their body; once he got it, that's all.

I think he really likes you, that's why he started with acquaintanceship. Why not give him a chance?" Inas said, with an unreadable expression in her face, but suppressed it with a smile.

"What about Yaya?" Laila said, her voice emanating how worried she is.

"That's not a problem, just tell him he's helping you with some school works, since you're in the same deparment." Inas said, a mischievous smile plastered on her lips.

A smile tucked up at Laila's worried face, Inas is a soul saver. "Yeah! Thank you Inas." She said, giving her a bone crashing hug.

"Excuse me mistress, I need to go." She chuckled and stood up.

"To where?" Laila asked, bamboozled; seeing the clothes Inas is wearing.

"Club." She answered, and scuttled out of the room.

"Allahu yahdi ki." Laila yelled and her gaze shifted on her ringing phone, It's L.

***

The guiltness is gnawing at him, he didn't hold unto his promise, he betrayed her; loving another girl. He know she's the jealous type, but why will he have to betray her? And now his Ciccino is acquaintanced with that Laith of a guy, he need Aysha, she's the one that can suit his pain. She's docile. Aren't you loving her according to your mood? His inner conscience said, but he shrugged the thought off and text her.

A:Hi dear. How're you?

It took five minutes before she reply him, that made guiltness gnawed at him more. He know she's loyal to him, but he's nothing but guile to her.

U:Hello dear, I'm fine, you?

A:I'm doing fine dear, how's Lagos?

U:Lagos is fine, guess what dear.

A:What? I'm not good at guesses please.

U:Ok... I'm going back to Kaduna on wednesday.

A:Oh my god! I'm happy dear.

U:Thanks sweetheart. I need to go, bye.

A:Bye dear, I love you.

U:I love you too.

She kept the phone aside, smiling her life out, she love Al-amin with all her being.

***

His heart is now jumbled, he is ruminative when a voice intruded his thoughts.

"Mi Corazón." She called ostentatiously, sitting beside him.

He looked up, baffled, and his eyes suddenly fall on her body; she wore a pencil jeans with a half knee length top, showing all her curves. He's still scrutinizing her, totally out of this world, when her voice jolted him out.

"Yaya, talk please." She pouted, fluttering her eyelashes.

"What is it?" He asked, laconically.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier, he was helping me with some works. Don't be suspicious please Yaya, I love you." Laila said, making her best puppy face, which he find endearing.

"It's okay, just be carefull. And you should stop wearing this kind of clothes please." He said, smiling fleetingly; he's talking with aplomb. "I Love you more." He added, pinching her nose.

They ordered chips for dinner, ate and snap alot of pictures, some while they were laughing, some with the chips in their mouth. And many romantic pictures. The moment is scintillating.

"Goodnight Yaya." She said and leaned; wanting to peck him. He abruptly move back, grimacing. "Take it easy on your Yaya, Mi Ciccino." He said, and she smiled mischieviously.

***

Today is the deal day! The long awaited day has come, she's going to see Mama, Sulaiman, Ya Yusuf, Ya Husna. The most crucial thing is; she's leaving this so called house.

She've parked all her things, impatiently waiting for Baba to take her to the airport.

Aunty help her take her boxes down, she's over joyed. Leaving Lagos is what she'd been looking for, and now she's leaving.

"Good Bye Aunty." Ummi said and entered the car.

"Greet Maman Sulaiman please."

"I'll insha Allah, tell Rabab not to cry please." Ummi said, smiling

Rabab was crying since morning, Ummi hardly shangai her before she leaves for school.

"Okay I'll." Aunty said, and they zoomed off.

Baba droped her, they boarded and zoom off (you know we had this problem abi? Toh... no problem, you don understand ai.)

Kaduna; the state of great teachers, here we go. Sorry I'm not supporting El-Rufa'i. Some might kill me.

How's this chappy please? Yay or Nay? I actually don't feel it, irin kun gane dai😉. The next chappy will be hoooooooot🔥🔥🔥🔥.

Ummi finally left for Kaduna, i hope she'll move on, and leave this heart breaker.

How about the 'L's things?

I'm curious about Inas expression fa, who's curious too?

Our dear Laila is torturing Al-amin with her look😭 I hope she'll stop.

They almost..... babu ruwana😶.

Al-amin really don't know what he love, such a.... say the name please.

I'm tired of writing, tun jiya😭 I'm now lazy, can i get some break please? Like two weeks haka, I'll manage.

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