Whimsical beauty ✔️

Chapter 35

***Seed of doubt***

Amal

I prepared breakfast, I kept thinking of what Marka had said to me when I went home.

'They say you love them. But how can you love them when you continue with your life as if nothing happened at all? What did you do to find them since they were taken?'

I know she is being mean because she misses her children. I may not have given birth but I know a mother's love. It's blind. It is selfish..

The sight of Marka may scare me shitless. But when I saw her broken form as she cried nonstop to Abba begging him to bring her kids back, she makes me pity her.

One thing nags at me. What did I really do? A part of my mind answered by whispering 'you pray for them'. Another part of my mind tells me it's not enough. Perhaps I should do something as I prayed. Doing nothing betrays the trust they have in me. Wherever they are, I am certain they are calling for me.

What can I do?

I kept asking myself over and over until a headache started to pound into my skull.

Once breakfast was ready, I prepared a tray for pretty and one for Saif. Pretty inspected the dish that I made. Just buttered bread and chicken soup. The only other thing I made is herbal tea since Saif prefers it to anything else.

Pretty seems satisfied by it. She gave me a cool look. "You shouldn't have separated the food. I am going to ask him to come down so we have breakfast together" she informed.

I didn't get to say anything when a message entered her phone. She seems distracted as she scrolled the screen on her phone.

Suddenly, Pretty's eyes widened. She burst out laughing before shaking her body in a little dance motion. For once she forgot I was Amal or that she hated me as she said "munyi Kudi yarinya! Check your phone!" She laughed merrily.

I checked my phone. I too have a message. I opened it to see what it was all about. My own eyes widened in shock as I stared at the screen of my phone wondering if someone was playing a prank on us!

Your account has been credited with N15000000? I asked myself if this is even possible.

Pretty smirked. "Ya Saif has finally grown a backbone! Finally!" She gushed.

To my surprise, Pretty called Maree's number because when she started to talk, the first thing she said was "uwar gida kinga alert?"

Pretty kept speaking to Maree in a delighted tone. I wasn't interested so I left for Saif's apartment. I just want to see Iya. She is the only person who can help me with sound advise.

Saif has already dressed in a white kaftaan when I arrived. He has on a golden hula. The entire room was smelling like him. I quickly looked down, fearing that if I look at his eyes, I won't be able to look away. There is something different about the light of day. At night, it's easy to pretend that it's you us two. But with the brightness of day, I can't help but be aware that it's not a good time to be carried away. It makes everything real and that makes feeling a chore. Is it because I am lacking in experience? I don't know how to eliminate shyness.

"Did you have a nice time?" He asked me.

I only nodded. Then I went to sit on the sofa. Saif sat next to me. He pulled my head in his lap, caressing my hair. While I concentrated on his heady scent.

We just remained silent. I slowly started to fall asleep. When I woke up, Saif was nowhere to be found. I stretched, wincing at my sore back. I just can't believe I slept in the morning like some lazy fool!