KHADIJA

Chapter 1; Serves you Right

Assalamu Alaikum my dear readers 😊

It's soon to be fave author Insha Allah. She's here with another wonderful, incredible book called "KHADIJA"

I don't know the reason but I can't stop writing. I had no intention of publishing another book after "MAYBE, JUST MAYBE" but seems like writing is part of me. Ideas are threatening to shatter my internal  brain into pieces so I decided to publish another but....

Its a short book and I hope you'd enjoy it. It's a bit different from the books I've published but....

Okeyyyyyyy. The blabbing is getting out of hand. So I would say buckle up and dive in

Enjoy 🙃🙃

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Abuja, Nigeria
January, 2021

"Would you pack this and get out of my room or what?!" She yelled sending echoes down the large space room which could serve as two sitting rooms in moderate houses. The maids who wore a uniform quickly began into action

Khadija hissed slumping on the couch.

Khadija Nawal Dikku is a 16 year old girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her Father is a rich politico who cares so much for his family while her mother is a pediatric doctor who works at Nazmiye hospital Abuja. Lot of people would say Khadija was pampered but that isn't the real fact. Her parents try their best to talk sense into her no matter how bitter it is. They always don't fail in telling her the truth and reality but that doesn't stop Khadija from being Arrogant, mean, and too full of herself. Keeping companies of friends who do nothing apart from Adding the rate of her Ego. They are always there to remember her that she's from a rich family, her Father is a politico therefore she is the richest girl in her school. She tries to prove to everyone that she's a big girl and doesn't take nonsense most especially to those people who are too full of themselves to join her group. Those who think their parents are rich enough.

"Khadija!" Rayhana, her elder sister who is actually a cousin but lives under the care of Khadija's mother, called Khadija's name but the girl groaned muttering "she has started it"

Rayhana glared at her as she walked into the room "You know I don't like that right? How would you be in your room but I'm calling you from my room that's too close to yours but you won't answer?"

Khadija rolled her eyes "Miss scolder, what is it again?"

"Urh lend me your laptop charger please. I recently lost mine."

Khadija pursed her lips forward tilting her head to the side, "I can't lend you anything. Such a careless human like you? You just said it that you lost your charger and you want me to loose my mine also."

"Khadija! Don't ever tell me that. Do you know why or how I lost it? Help me remember when last I borrowed something from you. You don't just judge a person without knowing the story behind."

Khadija scoffed "That is in your own toddler language. I've got better things to do than knowing stories behind  before judging."

"That is left for you." She turned around and left. Khadija stood up and moved to her large wardrobe. She shoved her hand into the first rack and brought out two laptop chargers. The first charger is her own while the other is Rayhana's charger that she said she lost. Actually she stole it and hid it because she knows Rayhana would come and borrow charger from her and when she comes, she'll not give her so she'll revenge on the other day she asked  Rayhana for flash but the lady refused to give her. She was telling her that she has assignment to do. So what if she has assignment in it. Is she eating it up or flushing it up?

She hopped on the bed and pulled her laptop from underneath the pillow. She plugged it on charge and switched it on. Shoving her hand at the back of the other pillow, she brought out a bowl containing ice-cream which has started melting already and has kind of wetted her bedsheets . She hid it there because she knows her mother would start scolding her telling her she should reduce the rate of all these things. She set the laptop and began watching a movie "Star girl" She was half way done but heard her mother's voice coming closer. She quickly banged the laptop close and picked up a random book on her bedside and pretended as if she was reading for the past 20 minutes pushing the bowl of ice-cream under her bed. Her mother opened the room and came in shutting the door slowly. She shifted her gaze to the laptop on the bed that was charging and to Khadija who pretended to be reading

"You were watching right?" Hajia sumayya asked settling on the bed

"Watching? As you can see me I'm reading right?"

"See I'm not stupid. I know my daughter more than any one else on this planet. And please mind your tongue."

Khadija knew better not to argue so she shut her mouth up.

Ummatti sighed and sat down on the bed close to her daughter "Khadija, in this world, whatever you want to achieve, to be, to become,  you have to study. I know it's onerous and burdensome but know that it's always Worth it. You always enjoy it after the years of suffering. A rich man can wake up to be poor, a politico can wake up to be out of politics, a marketer can wake up to have no goods in his shop, but never would a literate wake up to be an illiterate. Never! So I hope you change your ways and face the Future in front of you and I know before you do that,--" She unplugged the laptop and stood up "-- I have to do this." She took the laptop and left. As soon as the door closed,  Khadija huffed slightly hitting her hand on the bed. Why are her parents so nosy, and, over protective, and such a disturbance?

She suddenly felt her stomach grumbling so she threw the book she pretended to be reading with elsewhere and sashayed out of the room.

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Khadija was bored of the class like hell so she just watched the biology teacher rant their ears off with his stupid, idiot biological terms. Amoeba, mitosis, Monera..... Ugh! How she hates school

"Urh...Sir can I by any chance excuse myself please?" She asked standing up on her feet. She knows she wasn't polite enough but don't care since it isn't like she didn't add please or whatever. The teacher didn't spare her a glance. He only nodded and went on with his lessons. Its not like she was contributing to his class anyway. She stood up and sashayed out of the class. Knowing that their stupor so-called principal would appear anytime soon, she found a quiet spot at the back knowing that nobody would care to check the place. She brought out her phone from her pocket and began scrolling down Tiktok. A heavy scent of perfume hit her nostrils making her look up. She pushed her lips front in an I-dont-care manner and went on scrolling down Tiktok videos

"Excuse me please" It was a student in their school but is her senior. He's in SS3 while she's in SS2. She isn't the type that pay any heed to boys because she hates disturbance. Anything that would disturb her is out of her list. School at the top of the list. She hissed and shoved her hand in her bag. Bringing out her ear pods, she pinned it to both her ears. The next thing she felt was a sharp pain pricking her leg. She quickly stood up slapping the ant that was on her leg. She yelled slapping it out of her leg and shook her skirt feeling like there's one in her skirt. She scratched the place nonstop because of the way it was itchy and painful. She noticed the boy that wanted to talk to her laughing. She quickly removed one of the ear pods

"What the hell are  you laughing at?" She asked glaring at him

He managed to stop laughing "I wanted to tell you to get up from here because there could be ants but you didn't listen to me and pretended as if I was invisible. Now Tiktok has helped you realise. Serves you right. " He said laughing and left the place

She briefly closed her eyes feeling, stupid, angry and also thankful that none of her girls or rather the school witnessed this

😁😁 I wish I was there 😼😼 Evil Fateematou

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