A guy, a girl, six weeks, one house.
If one day is enough to change a person's life, then six weeks is more than enough for Zayyad, 23, and Beverly, 19, to fall for each other.
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Zayyad returns from the United Kingdom, a not-so-fresh graduate who...
"H-hi Nafisat," I reply, keeping a straight face, too, even though I'm really confused and a little bit intimidated.
You see, one thing I learnt from my mother when I used to be a people's pleaser and an ass kisser was: When a person throws one at you, throw three at them. Offer them the energy they offer you. Don't try to make them like you. When they see that two can play, they'll dance to your tune, but the instant you try to please them, the instant they, too, certify that you'll never please them.
So, if Nafisat wants to offer me this negative energy, then I'll tackle it and throw it back at her. I have a degree in madness, she better not beat the drums of trouble, because she'll ha— I don't get to finish my thoughts and plans before she pulls me into a hug, her soft giggles filling my ears. "You should've seen your face!" She says when she releases me from the hug.
What's going on? I'm perplexed and my face breaks out in a sheepish, confused grin.
"Nafisat does that most of the time," Zayyad laughs and she joins him, "she calls it 'the clown effect', I don't where she got that from,"
"I'm so sorry, but your reaction was worth it. You looked like you had a thousand plans in your head," She giggles beautifully. "Welcome to Kano, is it your first time here?" She asks, holding my hand.
Still confused and recovering from that way off energy, I nod, "Y- yeah, it is,"
"You're going to have so much fun here, I guarantee!" She grins, "you're so beautiful. Zayyad, where'd you steal her from? Jupiter?"
"Why do I have to steal her? You do realize I'm a spec on my own," Her brother answers.
"Nah, you stole her, I don't trust you. Beverly, your secret is safe with me, didn't this not-so-handsome guy steal you from whatever kingdom you were ruling?"
I chuckle. "Yes, he stole me, but, I think I like it on earth with him,"
"Nafisat, call me whatever, but not-so-handsome guy, haba, delete that because you know that's not true," He tells her, his nose scrunched in mock irritation.
"You're so cocky, ew. Your sister is giving off pretty girl energy and that doesn't come by every day,"
Nafisat smiles, "See, she gets the drills,"
We begin to walk towards the exit with the driver, Jubril, wheeling our suitcases in front of us. Zayyad entangles his fingers with mine again and gives my hand a small squeeze while Nafisat, holds on to my other hand, going on to talk and talk and talk till we get outside and hop into one of the three executive SUVs here to pick us up.
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The tall brass gates open up and the tinted Prado SUV we're sitting in drives through the driveway, following the SUV in front, and leading the other one behind us. The police escorts and the siren alert coming from the very cars made me feel like an important government executive.
