Miss World Or Miss Akhirah?✔

Chapter 28 : What's going on?

Lemme gist you guys.

Gatanan gatananku

Watarana ne watarana, I screengrabbed one of my comments and posted it on my whatsapp status. My eldest brother saw it and was like "Sarah so you write?"  I was like yeaah. He asked where he can read it. I told him he could only find it on wattpad. I thought he didn't know what wattpad was talkless of having an account. To my surprise he said "oh really what's the name? I have an account." In baku labara hankali na ya tashi. Nace shikenan yanzu Yaya Muhsin ze karanta shirme na. I started asking my friends and readers if my book was okay to be read by a 28 year old." Ba shirme dayawa?" I all but eagerly asked. They said it was okay. Da gyar da gyar de with my heart beating I told Yaya muhsin the name. When I saw his first comment all my worries vanished. Now Yaya Muhsin is my biggest supporter. The only one that  will post on whatsapp status "Sarahss2000 you have to update soon I'm tired of opening wattpad and not seeing a notification about a new chapter from you." in big bold letters. Now Mama wants to read MWOMA  too. And I want to start the romance part

Anyways this chapter is for him. My handsome brother, Yaya Muhsin. Thanks for all the support. Much love!!

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"He is not who you think he is. He is a member of Arrow, a cult group that specializes in drug trafficking."

Flash back (from chapter 25: He is different)

"Are you ready?" he asked as he opened the door. I nodded my head, jumped out the door and started looking at my surroundings. We were in the middle of a very busy street. It was a narrow street with so many people roaming it. There were lots of people moving rapidly with their en gwando behind them, few sellers here and there and few almajirai with bowls, begging for food.

"DanAllah a taimaka a bamu abincinci. Yunwa mukeji. Bamuci abinci tun safe bah,"

He started walking and I followed quietly behind him with my heart beating very fast . He turned around and studied my face seeing I was afraid, he gave me a small smile that said 'don't worry I'm here with you.'

It must be a market, I concluded after we took the first turn. This street was much busier than the one before. There were all sorts of sellers by the road sides. Shoe sellers, clothes sellers, fruits sellers. Some on their mats with the stuff spread out while others in their shops. There were also a lot of hawkers who kept following me persuading me to buy their stuff.

"This skirt is the newest design in town. You have to buy it. Look they come in different colors,"

I tried my best to keep up with Najib's pace ignoring the hawkers and the almijirai. It wasn't easy though. They want you to buy their goods by hook or crook. Some even held my hand and took me to their shops to see their goods. They didn't let me go until I promised to come back. But we all know that I had no intention of ever coming back.

We walked silently with so many questions on my mind. When I couldn't take it anymore I said,

"I have so many questions I want to ask you."