BLISS
1129 Words
Two days after my first encounter with Muhibba at Wellcare, I got an SMS as soon as I switched on my Undercover Phone.
"How can you give me a number that's always switched off?"
I immediately dialled her number. After a couple of rings, she answered. She sounded cross on the line.
"Babe", I said
"Don't 'babe' me! Didn't you receive my text message?" She asked angrily.
"Yeah I did. C'mon babe, my phone was down because of low battery. It's why I called you as soon as I switched it on", I replied soothingly.
"Alright, ba komai. Can I see you today? I don't have any lectures until tomorrow".
"Ohhhh kay… I'm kind of busy today at the office, but I'll be free by 3pm..I think" said I. "Where is the rendezvous?"
"Me kace?" She asked. "Roundabout?"
"No. Ren dez vous… It's a french word that means 'meeting point'.
"Wow! Sannu Sarkin Farisa!", She said, laughing.
"I remember the story from 'Magana Jari Ce'. Labarin Sarkin Farisa Da Wani Bahindi, right? It's a very interesting story, witty and full of humor", I said.
"Yeah yeah yeah… Why don't you come and pick me up from the hostel?" She volunteered.
"Which school?" I asked.
"FCE Kano", she replied.
"Okay. I'll be there as soon as I'm done", I said.
"Tohm, sai kazo. Just call me when you get to the hostel. You know your way around the school?"
"No problem. I'll be there", I said and hung up.
When I reached the Federal College of Education Kano, situated at Kofar Famfo, BUK road, I drove in and around the school structures. The female hostels were behind the school, adjacent to Kofar Kabuga.
I called Muhibba as soon as I parked the car and informed her that the eagle had landed.
"What color is your car?", she asked.
"Burgundy, with factory tinted glasses", I told her.
"Bur… what? Why are you always telling me big big words ne don Allah? What color is that again?" She asked, exasperated.
I laughed. "It's more like red… a little darker than maroon. Bur gun dy".
"Hah! Na wa oh… Anyway, I'll soon be with you", she said.
With my eyes fixed at the entrance, I saw her as soon as she came out. Again, I could not resist admiring Muhibba's beauty.
She came out of the hostel confidently, looking at a group of guys who stared at her, open mouthed. She was young, not more than twenty-one, and slightly above average height. She wore a blue hijab that covered her hair, but the fullness of her hair could not be mistaken. Her eyes were large and expressive, complemented by dark, thick eyebrows that had been carefully brushed and arranged. Her mouth was kind of over large, her lips full, sexy and sensual, and there was an arrogant air about her that was usually reserved for girls who were exceptionally beautiful, and knew it.
She wore a blood-red Abaya that fit her like a glove, caressing her well sculpted body like a second skin. She was full breasted and narrow waisted, the perfect Coca Cola shape. Everything was held together by full hips and long legs. I was so mesmerized by her beauty that I found myself asking why she even bothered with me when she could have had anyone else.
She cat-walked over to my car, opened the door and slid right into the passenger seat. The perfume she wore was also sensually romantic. I could not place the name, but I knew it fit her awesome personality.
"My Marwan" She said, flashing me her white even teeth.
"My Muhibba", I countered.
"Marwan meets Muhibba" she said musically.
We both laughed at the childish joke.
"I never asked you what you do for a living", she said.
"Oh… well, I work for Kano Projects Impex Solutions. The acronym is KPI. We are project managers", I said
"What kind of projects?" She asked.
"From building a bridge, a house, a hotel, an estate, to setting up business structures and so on…", I explained further.
"Okay. I now understand."
We sat quietly for a couple of minutes, and then she asked if we could go out of the school premises.
"Sure, why not? I asked. "But where?"
"Anywhere", she replied. "Just drive towards the Trade Fair complex".
I nodded and drove fast but within the speed limit. Soon I was on BUK road and headed towards Gidan Murtala.
‘Why did you tint your car?’, she asked.
"It's factory tinted, I didn't have anything to do with it", I said. "I love the tint because it prevents one from the scorching sun in Kano".
"Hahahaha… Who are you kidding?Nobody can see whatever you are doing from the outside, right?", she asked.
"Yes", I said, "but it’s not because of anything".
"Yeahhhhhhhhh… Tell that to the birds", she said, laughing. Her laugh was so sexy and infectious that I also joined her and we laughed and laughed like a couple of teenage kids.
"Let's find a place to park behind the complex", she said, "I want to talk to you".
"Okay", I said, wondering what she wanted to talk about.
As I was taking the turn off Gidan Buhari to the Trade Fair complex, she pointed at some very nice exquisite chairs by the left and said, "Wow… those sets of chairs are wonderful".
"True…, but also very expensive", I said.
Her hand fell back, deliberately or accidentally, on my right lap. I tensed, expecting her to remove it, but she left it there. Well, two can play that game, I thought.
I drove slowly behind the complex, parking near an abandoned office building. I left the car engine running, the A/C and music on. We sat quietly for a few minutes, her hand still on my lap, music playing softly in the background.
"I believe in being straightforward and blunt", she whispered.
"Me too" I replied silently.
"From the first time I saw you, I knew this would happen", she added.
"What would happen?", I asked.
That was when I noticed her hand had begun to slide up towards my stomach. My abdominal muscles tensed from her ticklish touch. She rubbed my hairy abdomen lightly, and then her hands went down again until she reached my belt. She paused and then as if she had reached a decision, she began to unbuckle the belt.
I sat frozen, holding my breath. This was more than I had bargained for. "Muhibba", I whispered.
"Marwan… Shhhhh!" She whispered back at me.
That was the beginning of my pleasurable journey, and also the beginning of the end of my happiness.
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