NOTE: The town name has been changed from 'Barnawa' to Mansur.
Song: Runaway by Styl Plus
Chapter 25
Another week passed and Hamid and I grew closer than before. We talked on the phone from time to time but we didn't meet up because I had my first C.A test.
To think of it, almost all my past meetings with Hamid have been out of coincidence. We barely had a proper planned out meeting.
Anyways, Today is Valentine's Day aka Women's day. The only day women knew men exist. And it happened to be on a Sunday. A holy day.
Unlike everybody, today was just another normal Sunday for me. Which is: Sleep, sleep sleep. And more sleep. With an extra nap in between.
It was around 1pm and I was deep asleep when suddenly, my phone started ringing. I picked it up without looking at the caller ID.
"Mm?" I answered.
"Mariam!" Hamid shouted over the phone, making me to groan, "Come outside."
"What for?" I mumbled, not realizing what he just said.
"I'm in front of your house." He said.
My eyes widened and I sat up immediately. What was he doing here?! Hamid was not the type to show up without notice. I looked outside my room window and didn't see anyone.
"Stop playing pranks with me."
"Today is Valentine's Day not April Fool's Day." He replied.
I felt a sudden heat up on my face, knowing that he was probably doing a surprise Valentine's Day for me. Is this really happening?! What could it be? Flowers? Chocolate? Food? I slapped myself at my 'childish thinking' coming back again.
"Everyday is April Fool's day for you Hamid." I joked while walking out of my room.
"Just come." He said and hung up before I could reply.
I scowled and looked at my phone. Silly boy. For some reason I felt a glint of happiness in my chest. I mean, wasn't I supposed to be angry that he just interrupted my sleep?
I walked outside the house to get to the gate. I opened the gate door and stepped outside. At first I see Hamid in front of my house. Then I see something else to my disappointment. A motorcycle. And not flowers.
He was sitting on it and I could tell that it belonged to him and not an Okada man. When he saw me, he smiled and rhythmically press the horn of the motorcycle. I hid the disappointment on my face and took a step forward.
"Wow." I looked at the motorcycle in fake amusement, "Did you steal it?"
He scoffed, "You think you're funny?"
"I like to think I am. Thank you." I folded my arms.
"So how do you like my first motorcycle?" He patted it.
"It's nice." I said honestly, staring at the brand new black and red Boxer engine motorcycle.
"And you're going to be the first person to ride it with me." He smiled.
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The Second Path
General Fiction(Formerly known as: Kauna) After losing her sister, Miriam is stuck to face the real world all alone as an orphan. She lives with her mute grandmother in kaduna, far away from everyone in her past life. With the loss of an immediate family, could th...
