NASRIN

CHAPTER 8

Ahmad.

"Baba wlh tayiii, (guy, this girl is a snack ) " Ayman my best friend said.

It was 1 am when we entered Moscow underground club.
I wasn't feeling myself today, it wasn't the usual me.
I haven't drank any alcohol since I came here and yet it wasn't a big deal for me.

Since abbah (another name for dad) broke the news of him getting me into an arranged marriage with his friend's daughter yesterday night.

I'm 26 for god sake and that old man is thinking of getting me married to a bitch.

I haven't finished enjoying my life and to top it up, I don't even know the girl they are trying to push me to.

"Ahmad' I heard Ayman call my name.
I'm talking to you" he said calmly.

"Oh sorry I think she will be a good meal tonight" I replied while looking at the hot-looking slut sitting beside the bar counter.

I went over to the slut and started talking to her, she was already smiling like a fool, just by hearing me speak she was already on my feet.

I succeeded in luring the slut to come with me, I booked a hotel room and we lodged in.

The next morning I woke up to see the girl sleeping next to me, memories of what happened between us last night came into my mind and she wasn't bad after all.

I took some money from my wallet and kept it on the side table next to the bed, at least this will be enough to pay for her yesterday's effort.

I was about to leave the room when Abba called me and told me to come home.

I wonder what he wants me to do for him, I called Ayman and told him to get me a ticket for tonight's Burna boy's concert.

I got home and met my little sister (Asma) escorting her friend.

I couldn't help but woggle at her friend, she's hot after all and she doesn't look like Asma's age.

I went straight to Abba's part of the house. I saw him watching the news and at the same time, he had a newspaper in his hand, typical abba.

I made my presence known by squatting to greet him.
"Abba Inna wuni he turned and answered.

"Lafiyalau "

'A'inna ka kwana jiya'(where did u sleep yesterday ?).
I wasn't expecting the question and I had no lie in mind to cover up.

"Naam"(yes) I pretended as if I didn't get what he said.
"Didn't you hear what I said"where did you sleep yesterday?.

"I slept in ayman's house because we were working on a project and we finished late, so I decided to sleep over"I lied.

"This isn't the first time you are sleeping out and you always keep giving excuses," Abba said bitterly.
what he said wasn't more like a question so I just kept quiet.

"Btw get ready, you will be visiting alhaji kangirmo's household to see Nasrin," he said nonchalantly.

Just by the mere mention of her name, I always feel a very nauseating hatred for that girl.

I said goodbye to him without uttering a word about what he said a few seconds ago and left his parlor.

I made my way to ummah's(another name for mum in Hausa)part of the house.

Just before I salam'd and entered her part, I perceived an angelic aroma of whatever she was cooking, I just couldn't help but smile.

Ummah(haj na'ima) is a half cast, her mum is from Doha(Qatar), and her dad a native of Adamawa state (Nigeria) is a very beautiful woman, she met my dad in Qatar back then when he took my grandma (Inna fati)for medical check-up.
Abba said it was love at first sight, ummah's mom was also admitted to the same hospital, he said he saw ummah crying in a corner in the hospital so he decided to check what was wrong with her.