Miss World Or Miss Akhirah?✔

Chapter 25: He is different

Najib looked at me into my eyes then looked back at the door that Umar entered before swallowing hard. I saw his Adam's apple going down. He opened his mouth to say something then closed it before opening it again.

"Hameeda don't trust him," He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He put his hand through his hair rumbling it before sighing loudly.

"Its getting late,I need to go,"

"But I didn't even finish a page,"

"We will do that tomorrow In Sha Allah,"

"What!! Wait why shouldn't I trust him....."

Before I could finish asking the question he was outside on his bicycle asking Malam Sadauki to open the gate. I ran after him without shoes.

"Please tell me,"

Malam Sadauki has already opened the gate when Najib turned around and looked straight into my eyes.

"Do you trust me?"

I nooded my head.

"Then just do as I said. I am sorry I can't tell you anything now, I have to confirm things first," And with that he rode away on his bicycle leaving me so confused.

What the hell does he want me to do?

After staying like that for a few minutes thinking about what to do. I dragged my body back inside.

Why shouldn't I trust him
What's between Yaya Umar and Najib?

I walked back inside with these two questions in my head. I wanted to go straight to my room but Yaya Rukky called me.

I met Yaya Umar and Yaya Rukky in Mama's living room. They were all smiling brightly as usual. Immeiately Umar saw me his expression changed.

"Who were you talking to earlier on?" Rukky asked.

"It was Najib,"

" Oh, Umar said you were flirting with a stranger,"

'Something is fishy', I thought as I said,

"Awwn thanks for the concern Yaya Umar. But don't worry Najib is my teacher and we were just reciting the glorious book. Wait how come you didn't notice the Quran?"

"Urhh its just that....," Umar started.

Thankfully before he could complete whatever he wanted to say Rukky asked me to bring drinks.

I brought a tray of drinks. As there was no table or stool close by, I just layed the tray on the ground next to Umar's feet, I started walking away when Rukky stopped.

"Where are your manners Meedos? Serve the guest"

If only she knew how my head was about to explode all because of the guest.

"Don't worry I am not a guest, I will serve it myself," Umar said bending down to pour himself a drink. And that was when I noticed it. I felt my heartbeat increasing as I kept staring at Umar's neck. He had an arrow tattoo on his neck just like the guy I saw at coldstone.

"Hameeda are you okay?"

It was Rukky that brought me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head, faked a smile at them and quickly ran to my room. And there I kept pacing up and down.

Najib is different.
He is quiet and shy, doesn't talk much. Apart from our quranic lessons he talks to me only when necessary , that's only answering my greetings , teaching me more about the Qur'an and my deen e.g by translating the qur'an, giving stories about the prophets and their companions, and sometimes only sometimes jokes, maybe when he thinks his classes are so boring or something like that.
He smiles a lot , his beautiful dimpled smile.
He recites the Qur'an in a very melodious voice.
He is cool, calm and collected.
From the way he interacted with my family and I and the few times I saw him interacting with others, I think he is very kind.