Tears of Zubaida.

•••••TEARS OF ZUBAIDA••••• •••Chapter Thirty-Seven•••

Zubaida watched as Ruqayyah sautéed some onions and added grind garlic and pepper to it, she paid close attention to how she added some salt and other condiments to it, by mere looking, one will think she's focused on what her sister is making, but her mind is on another thing.

The tap she felt on her shoulders which was from her sister brought her out of her reverie.

"Your phone." Ruqayyah said pointing at the fridge where Zubaida had kept her phone.

"Could you please pass it?" She requested.

Ruqayyah gave the phone to her after having a sneak peek at the screen. "Masoyi." She whispered and left the kitchen.

Zubaida's heart churned, she has totally forgotten about a human being with the name Mu'az.

"What if he called to speak with Amina? Since she once called him with my line." She thought.

She picked the call after heaving a heavy sigh. Placing it on her left ear, she waited until he spoke.

"Hello, Salamu Alaikum..." he greeted.

She answered the greeting and kept quiet, waiting for him to speak again.

"Congratulations." He said from the other line.

"What for?"

"Gaddafi, told me you've regained your memories and are now staying with your aunt in kaduna, right?"

"How did he knew of this?!" She asked herself.

"Ye-Yes." She stammered.

"Okay, I'm happy for you, and incase you're wondering who I am, it's Mu'az, or should I say Mu'azu. Do you remember me?" He asked.

"Uh- no, I can't remember." She lied, picking interest in where the conversation is heading, she'd love to hear him introduce himself again to her and maybe more polite this time. She smiled at her thought.

"Okay, Mu'az. Wardanga. You broke my car window. Remember?" A dint of mock and sarcasm lingered his voice as he spoke.

Now, she wished she hadn't lied about not remembering him. She momentarily felt mortified. "I'm so sorry about that."

"It's alright, that's not why I called actually. Where exactly do you leave in kaduna? I'd love to pay you a visit and say hello to your aunt."

"Uhm, I will text you the place." She said.

"I'd be waiting, bye." And the call went off.

"Yen yen yen..." she gagged and a small chuckle followed suit. "Dan wahala." She added.
Even she, was surprised at what she just said, she turned to leave the kitchen when a pair of eyes that belonged to her sister kept staring at her, she quickly palmed her mouth in pure shame.

Ruqayyah shook her head and smiled, she walked passed Zubaida to what she was preparing on fire.

"Uhm, Ru," Zubaida called fidgeting her phone.

Ruqayyah brusquely gave her a stare and nodded her head, signaling her to go ahead with what she has to say.

"Can you tell me the address of this house? I'm expecting a visitor."

"Who's he?" Ruqayyah asked offing the cooker, "and where and how did you know him?"

"That's non of your business, are you telling me or not?" She rolled her eyes and looked away.