Behind Closed Doors.{ A HAUSA LOVE STORY}.[ON HOLD]

CHAPTER 3

Stoppp!!!.
Noooo stop dont do that No!!!!.
Maah maamah No!!.

*Manal wake up its okay.. Wake up now Manal .Manal wake up".

She  opens up her eyes abruptly and quickly wraps her arms around her Hamma. Her savior.
Hamma maa.she sobs heavier. Her voice Hitches in her throat at the same time.
"Shhhh its okay its OK.
No no its not maa!!!!!.
"Quite Mannah or I will bring out the injection."

No!! No dont Hamma..... And before she knew it darkness overcame her with a piercing sting towards her thigh.

The hot slapping breeze of summer came through the window causing the curtains to swirl a little as Manal slept peacefuly on the bed.She woke up with the annoying  sound of the alarm echoing around the room, looks like it was set to the normal 7 to get prepared for school. She irritatedly picks up her I phone X and turned off the alarm.

She just layed there staring at the ceiling as the flashbacks of what happened the other day played through her mind. She  could not believe the news her father broke to her, it felt like a dream that she was wishing to be soaked with hot water to wake up from.It felt like a horrible dream that she would be married at the age of 15.wow"she thought. But why her?.  she has always thought of  falling in love and getting married  to a death strucking handsome mr Right. She would pray to her lord to make her a married woman and Allah gives her the perfect husband. She  would be imagining her life as a married woman but never did she wish for that at FIFTEEN.

"Be careful what you wish for". She thought.

Yes of course it was a secondary school and who doesn't know THE Manal.Yes she has dated a few guys in her search for love but she didnt believe in it. she believes it cant happen and mainly not with her.

Who doesn't know Manal, that crazy fun girl that every girl envies. The girl with beauty and figure8, the girl with a big ass. Who Wouldn't want to love her. guys drool all over her but she doesn't give them the face to do anything stupid though she is playful and all, she was always all funky and crazy?. She loved to dance when she was in Austria she begged her mom to let her take dance classes but not the usual ballet dance class ooo. No Hip Hop break dances yup those type of dance classes, and when she came to Nigeria she was sure to learn Nija dances with a friend like samrah anf did i mention she is an excellent singer? She was a great one,sha She met samrah here in Abuja and they became inseperable.

she lived not far away from where she lived. she lived down the other end of the street. They became best friends. she was the only one who knew about her nightmares apart from her family members.

She grew up with the memories of her mother being cheerful though she knew deep behind her light brown eyes she saw pain and sorrow.She was too young to have her mom tell her about her life. But there were times she would walk on her mom who was deep in thoughts out loud. At times she found her mom in a little corner back in their house in Austria she found her talking to her self and some day she found her crying she would just go to her and embrace her with her little arms and wipe her tears from her face and cheer her mom up, though she felt like crying g for her mom she didnt she was real good at hiding emotions just like her mom. She had this diary that she rights in but then Manal never ever opened it her mom always told her not to go near it but since het Mom passed away she never saw it again. She wonder where it..........

"Happy birthday to you!! Happy birthday to you!! Happy birthday, happy birthday!! Happy!! Birthday to!!! You.". She heard the singing of the ugliest voices ever. It was Hammad and Samrah. Wait!! What it was her birthday?.

Wait??!!what!?. Its my birth.......  she palmed her face as realization hit her when she checked the date on her phone. It was 27th August?. She thought it was th 20th today?.