Hearts In Tune (Book One Of The In love Series)

Chapter 7

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“You can do better. Where’s that silk boubou style dress you got from lamims? The purple one?” Sameerah sent her best friend whose enlarged face was on her iPad a sharp glance before going into her closet to get said dress, it was ironed and ready, just waiting for her to wear it.

“If you wear that, with minimal accessories, you’ll look pretty put together and still not look like you are doing too much.” Sameerah sent her another glance. Glances might work with her employees, but Hafsah whom she had known since their seatmate days in primary school, it didn’t work.

“I’m not trying hard. I’ll just wear what I wanted to wear in the first place.” Hafsah shook her head at Sameerah as hard as she could from the phone. So, Sameerah took the dress and  began to hang into the compartment of her closet where she could smoke it with some turarenwuta.

She walked back out with some coal and the turarenwuta she wanted to use in her hands and asked Hafsah about their plans to go to a classmate’s second wedding. “Muhammad and I might be in Turkey around that time, you might have to go alone.” Sameerah stopped lighting the coal and turned to her friend fully.

“Haba, am I supposed to go there and look around like I’m lost?” Hafsah laughed with that wicked cackle of hers as Sameerah placed her favorite mix of kabbasa turarenwuta unto the coal and let it burn for a moment.

“You need to start going out alone, besides, they won’t eat you. I’m sure between your perfect henna skills and the fact that you don’t gossip, they’ll sit with you till the party ends.” Sameerah shook her head with a sad smile as she left the room again to her closet, there, she put the kasko into the compartment for smoking her clothes and watched it for a moment, to make sure the smoke was rising before she left the closet back to her room.

“This meeting scares me so bad. Give me a meeting with anyone but the governor of Kano state at the moment.” Hafsah laughed again, her laughter drawn out this time. Sameerah hissed and started to put lotion on her legs in preparation for a meeting of agro-allied industry leaders with the Governor.

“Why are you so scared? It’s been two weeks since your encounter, Sameerah, you must believe in your own words that he must have forgotten about your existence.” Sameerah took a deep breath as she slathered pink kullacham scented lotion all over her arms and neck. She had settled for smelling good and feeling confident about herself as opposed to looking and feeling like she felt on the inside.

The government had called a meeting and it took a few calls to a few other directors of companies in her field before she accepted that it could truly be a meeting and not a vendetta rebuttal against her for her rude conduct the last time she met the governor. 

“Hafsah, what if he hasn’t forgotten me? Innalillahi? Imagine if he calls me out on my behavior in public? I’ll just ask the ground to open up and swallow me.” Hafsah didn’t laugh at Sameerah’s words this time but her voice was firm as she responded to her friend.

“You cannot be like this Mimi, you have to either apologize and let it go, or you ignore it and behave like you didn’t call him names. Left to me I’d lift my chin and move as though I didn’t do anything but that not your style of doing things.”  Sameerah nodded and walked back to get her dress, she wore it in the closet as she thought of the other worst case scenarios that could occur at the government house.

She returned to the room with her hair combed and put in a low bun while she twisted the soft silk scarf of her purple dress into a turban on her head.