Unforgettable

BASHIR if I don't make it home tonight tell my moma that I love her, leave some flowers for my brother,girl I love you ....  I sang the lyrics to my best song make it home by August ALSINA I loved that song and it was apart of me already. I was laying down when afifa barged into my room "ya Bashir mom is calling you" I glared at her before replying "don't you know how to knock?"  "I'm sorry" she cast her eyes downward, I stood up and followed her to mama's room  "mama I heard you want to see me" I ask leaning against the door  "yes I want you to take me to aunty zainabs house cause the driver isn't around" I wanted to scream, today was supposed to be my day off  "okay I'll go change, I'll be waiting outside." I walked to my room with a sigh .......  I drove mama to her friends house  deciding I didn't want to go in, i stayed in the car. All these aunts get all over you with their 'oh you've grown up or oh my God he's so tell he was so small the last time I saw him' so I preferred staying outside under the hot sun. I was scrolling down my gallery when I heard a voice "hello" a smooth velvety voice called to me I raise my head up to see this Beautiful girl standing Before, she was fair, with light brown eyes, her lips were a work of art, thick and pouty. Wide shaped hips, small tiny waist and thick carved eyebrows. she was beautiful and so breath taking, I quickly snapped back to my senses, averting my eyes from her good gorgeous form. I wasn't a guy who gets infatuated with beauty, but she truly had me speechless. I answered cordial and short "hi"  ...." Um your mom Kinda told me to keep you company" her hands okayed with the hem for her veil, clearly nervous for some reason. "nah I'm alright you can go." I say going through my w******p messages  "I really wish I could but she was adamant I stay right here no matter what your reply was"  "ohk, suit yourself"  She stood there staring at everything but me, I'm not being cocky but I could feel her and occasionally caught her stealing glances at me. when mama and her friend came out, they said their goodbyes and we left.  ///// after we got home mama called me, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't know what it was going to be about. I was well aware and dreading the conversation and hand. "Bashir what do you think of that girl?"  she asked waiting for an answer.  "which girl?" I stared at her confused    "the one I sent to you awhile ago at aunty zainabs house" I pretend to recall the event earlier, of course I knew who she was referring to. Said girl has been popping up in my mind like plot holes in a lifetime movie.  "Oh you mean her, what about the girl?"  "What do you think of her?" She repeated her question from earlier  "well"  I replied  "she's a girl" "of course she is I mean what do you think of her as a man?" Her frustrated voice was high pitched  "mama you know I don't see girls in that way."Mama got pissed and started shouting at me, no more of screaming at me. "when are you going to forget that girl? its been four years Bashir four!!!"  "MAMA........ " " Just let me be! you can leave now" she dismissed me with a disappointed look on her face  I stood up and left the room quietly, going into mine I felt my my chest tighten and my hands shaking. Why wouldn't she let me be? Even after all these years she still had a hold me me, it pained me and frustrated me. Just how long do I have to keep living like this? FATIMA I was in bed being lazy as usual, when I heard my phone ring, I picked it up and it was Batula  "hey I'm almost at your place so you better prepare that zobo of yours for me, I've been craving it like hell" her loud voice whined  "lucky you, there's still some left"  "really? well I'm looking forward to it" she squealed  I stood up to walking towards  the kitchen when I heard a knock on the door, for a second I thought it was batula but that girl never knocked she just barged in like she owned the house. I went on and opened it just to find aunty  Nusaiba standing. I welcomed her in and got some cold drink for her before I went to call mama. I was heading back to my room when hoping that I didn't miss batuls missed call when I was called back to you the living room. "Fatima, please my son is outside. he's the antisocial type so help me keep him company and no matter what he says ignore him and stay with him OK? He's a bit shy" she plead with a smile, I've always liked her warm and caring personality, I was glad I could help In some way. I nod accepting her request, I rushed to my. room,got my veil and put on my slippers before heading outside. I stepped out coming face to face with this tall guy with a masculine and perfect physique standing, he was scrolling through his phone and listening to music with his ear plugs on. Straight defined nose, small and pouty lips, huge brown wide eyes which eyelashes that looked like he's applied mascara on them. I finally had the courage to speak up and say hello. he hesitated before he he raised his head  "Ya Allah" his hazel brown looked Devine with the sun hitting them at the perfect a angle had them shinning and twinkling, I find myself staring back at those lips, a work of art don't get me started. he was the perfect guy, I was staring at him goofily when I realized it was getting obvious. I quickly pulled my self together and managed to explain why I was there as his mom explained earlier. he rejected my company but I stayed standing there, I really wanted to stare at his face again but I was scared that he would notice so I pretended I was staring elsewhere while I subtly stole glances at him from time to time.  after a while mama and aunty came out and they left, I went back to my room and closed the door. I couldn't forget that face no matter how rude he was to me, he was still extremely good looking and found myself thinking and day dreaming of him...  "No way, I can't fall for a guy I barely know" I muttered to myself confused and taken off guard   Batula barged into my room scaring the hell out of me. "I'm here Bae" she said breathing heavily "what's with you? " I asked her staying at her breathing heavy  "Well I ran here when I got out from the car." She all but throw herself on the bed  "you ran? For what reason?" "I don't know, so you won't give away my zobo" I laughed  and shook my head puzzled. "your something else beba." ********* It's past 12 and I had barely got an inch of sleep. my eyes were wide awake, I didn't know why I just couldn't fall asleep. I took my phone and logged into **, as I scrolled down my search page I saw a picture of the guy I saw earlier posted by classy bachelors of arewa. I quickly tapped on the picture and thankfully they had tagged him, I viewed his profile and on his profile page there his name was "Bashir Muhammad"  I raised my eyebrow, well it fits him well and there was no bio or anything just a sentence "don't take life too serious, you never know when it's your time to leave" he had a picture of a girl, she looked 18 or below. for some reason I felt the urge to view her too and there was a lot of his pictures on her profile with no caption and "taken" written on her bio  "so this must be the special girl"  I thought bitterly. I felt kinda bad for hating her without knowing her, well slightly