Pretty Isn't Her Name
•A Hausa love story•
"You can't call me pretty on what you don't see."
"Habibti, it's a shame you think your dark complexion can hide the enormous blush forming on your cheeks." He reduced to chuckles.
Janan felt the heat radiating off her cheeks due to the embarrassment.
"S-Shut up! No one calls me that except my father!" She yelled, feeling frustrated he's getting the upper hand.
"Don't worry about that. Banda lokaci (I don't have time). I hope I won't get to see you soon, Habibti." Janan shouted incoherent words at Ammar while he made his exit, enjoying his victory.
In the society, a life where people judge you by your looks, images and appearances isn't very much surprising.
How you get paid no heed cause of the lack of fairness in your skin or the shape of your body. And because you're... Dark.
So the thought of her finding love didn't cross her thoughts. Nor did she know she would have a blossoming rose of love, but the thorns surrounded it seems to be wrecking her plan of grasping it fully.
Plus, the handsome ogre she came across with isn't helping her much with her situation.
| Enjoy |