Behind The Cold Curtain.

NINE: DON'T LIKE HIM

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Chapter Nine: DON'T LIKE HIM

They finished their Quran and Hadith class. Naseer, her senior and Islamic group leader stopped her from going. He kept chatting non stop and when she gave the excuse of going to do her assignment he told her he could help that's how she's been sitting with him now for almost two her. She would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy conversing with him. He is funny, caring, nice and fine and he also helps her with her school work.

Naseer isn't young like them. He's in his late 20s and trying to obtain a second degree in political science after the one he got in computer science.  He has a passion for certificates.  Really, literally, he has got alot and would do anything to earn him more. He has lots of honours too. Something he doesn't have yet is the heart of the girl sitting next to him. He's not the drop dead handsome guy but he has a handful of girls crushing on him maybe because of his personality and his killer smile. He likes it though. The fact that girls like him but right now he wants Waheeda to like him and he isn't sure if he's succeeding. 

Naseer helped Waheeda alot before their first semester exams. He studied with her every single day except for weekends.  Some times her friends join them too. Before they knew it, first semester was over and the short holiday began.

Naseer and Hida became even closer as they chat almost everyday, this time around about their lives, likes and dislikes rather than the boundary of only school talk that Hida had built between them before. He got what he wanted, because unknowingly and unintentiinally Waheeda started developing feelings for Naseer. 

Second semester was more intense. But thanks to Naseer and her friends it was bearable. Muhsin finally got a job in Abuja so his visits to Kano reduced drastically. Due to his work and her study, they slowly drifted apart but still chat from time to time.

One faithful evening as she was walking to the hostel someone stopped her.

"Can I help you?" She asked him.

"I've been following you since..." he started. Waheeda sized him from head to toe. He was tall, not fair and not dark in complexion and you just can't miss the Yoruba look in him even if you miss it in his accent.

"Why?" She looked at him directly in the eyes, daring him to say it.

"If you don't mind please ...... can I have your number? Today isn't the first day I saw you and I would really like to get to know you better."

"And then what ?" This time she asked as she played with her fingernails before looking back at him.

"Uhmm..  hmm." He stammered. Her gaze was really intimidating but he was also determined. He already knee she was a tough girl.   "And maybe if we jam well well then...... we might have a bright future together." He continued.

Waheeda sighed. "How bright is that future?" She gave him a bored expression.

"I hear wedding bells and then I see our smiles. I hear the cooed rumbles of cute little kids .... kids that look like us and I see us old and wrinkled smiling at each other. Content." He smiled.

Waheeda didn't know when a loud laugh escape her mouth. She laughed hard and he watched her with a smile on his face.

"Are you a composer or a comedian?" She chuckled.

"I could be anything for you." He answered giving her goosebumps.

"Eww. No thanks. " she eyed him.