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"Sir!, Sir!, Sir!" I heard a voice call out repeatedly.
I turned to see who the voice was calling out to, I saw a girl running towards me. I turned my back to her and kept on walking.
" Not this" I whispered to myself with an eye roll. Almost immediately I felt someone tapping my left shoulder.
I stopped walking and faced the person. I locked eyes with the same girl that was trying to catch up with me. I took a step back not liking how close she was.
"Sir, I was calling out to you earlier" she said breathing heavily.
"This is not the right amount for the pot you broke earlier". She said showing me my money I gave the woman.
"You poor people are never satisfied with what you have" I said annoyed. I reached towards my right back pocket to retrieve my money.
"How much is it?. Huh?. 50? 100?, just take this" I asked.
"Sir, not all poor people want your money" she said raising her voice.
" and we certainly aren't thieves. I came to give you your change, my gramdmother made a mistake with the price of the pot. It's a ten and you gave her twenty" she said shouting.
She took her free hand to open mine and pushed the money into it.
" you should have some shame. Not everyone is after your money" she said rolling her eyes.
She scoffed, flipped her hair, turned and started walking off. I just stood there, shocked staring at her retreating figure.
When I shook myself out of it, I saw everyone staring at me. I glared at all of them before walking away, wanting to get out of this place.
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ABIAH
FantasyAbiah, a smart village belle, is forced to marry a journalist after they seek shelter in a hut during heavy rains. On reaching the city, she realises that her husband is engaged to be married.
