CHAPTER 03- Accusations.
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AND AT THAT MOMENT BASHIR CAME TO A CONCLUSION THAT HE HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL AT FIRST SIGHT.
"It's okay you can kee..."
"No they'll say it's true wallahi. No I cannot keep it. You have to- no you must take them. I don't know you, you don't know me. I have things that belong to you with me and I have to- no I must give you. Please promise to be here and collect them tomorrow. Please" she pleaded staring at him with wide eyes. Shaking her head frantically like a possessed girl.
"Who will say what is true?" he blurted before he could stop himself.
Seems like his body has a mind of its own whenever it comes to this girl. Always doing things it deems okay to do.
"No one. Nothing nothing. You should leave, otherwise you would be classified as a bad person too" she suggested.
"Why? You mean sitting here is a bad thing or sitting with you will be assumed to be a bad thing?"
"Both of them are"
Bashir let out a chuckle that made Fatimah turn to look at him. "My name is Bashir"
She opened her mouth to say hers but he beat her to it. "You're Fatimah"
She looked at him mouth agape thinking of how the hell he knew her name. He should've forgotten already and days ago he was hell bent on denying he ever knew her.
"I remember" He answered her un-asked question.
"Then why did you leave without collecting your change, why did you leave again the other day without collecting your change and handkerchief?" she asked glaring slightly at him.
"I was in a hurry" she raised her brows at him and he added "On both occasions"
From what she had noticed from the little conversation they had, Bashir doesn't talk much and even if he does it's mostly concise sentences.
And he noticed that her mouth has no filter, she blurts out whatever it is in her mind.
"So you were crying earlier.." Curious. He asked.
"Something entered m...."
"Your eye. I know that sentence. You're not telling the truth" he ended the sentence for her.
That made her keep shut for a moment before enquiring "How do you know the sentence"
"I have a sister, she uses that as an excuse whenever she's crying for no reason" never has he ever felt like telling someone every single detail about himself like he found himself wanting to with this little lady.
"Oh she seems like a cry baby" She managed to completely diverse the attention from herself.
"She is wallahi. Even up till now that she's married" he shook his head.
"A'uzu I called a married woman cry baby. Sorry please" she put her hand to her mouth "I thought she was young"
"No problem" he whispered staring at her.
Lower your gaze!!!! A voice in his head cautioned to which he immediately obliged.
A man came to buy groundnut looking dirty and without shame he asked her "Bakya juye?" (he's asking of whether or not she does 'juye' and juye is a common word amongst hawkers- it means to let a person buy everything or a part of what you sell and in return you give him your body)
She sharply turned her gaze to Bashir who was sitting there clueless as to what 'Juye' meant while she knew it as Basira used to do that sometimes. The irony.
She shook her head at the man and he left without buying.
"What does he want?" he asked, curious again.
"He..he wants to buy but I think he has no change" She stuttered without knowing why.
He makes you nervous, a voice in her head chimed.
He pursed his lips at her noticing the exchange between the two clearly had no contact with change but he let her be so as to not be classified as a bugger.
He stayed there until she sold everything and left but not before walking her home at a farther distance from herself since she was determined to go alone not wanting to be seen with him.
He watched as she walked past people in a narrow street, while some pointed at her others jeered. Frowning he asked one of the girls he saw laughing at her.
"That girl.. hmm she tried to r**e her brother, karuwancin har cikin gida ingayama (I'm telling you she's taking her level of p**********n even at home) "
Bashir is never one to judge a person without having full evidence. Pursing his lips he left the girls without replying them.
He felt his heart hammer at the accusation but deep down he knew that could not be true.
You don't know her. His conscience said.
I'll get to know her soon Insha Allah. I would unravel this little mysterious Girl by the will of Allah.
Noticing that he lost sight of her completely, Bashir walked back to where he parked his car and left for home.
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"Good afternoon Inna Uwale" Fatimah greeted the fuming woman by the door.
"Shegiya (Bastard girl) where have you been? Ko kinje cin duniyar taki ne yadda kinka saba (Or were you busy enjoying yourself out there as usual). Toh let me tell you this, I went through your clothes and found asirin da kinka boye (the charm you hid).
Where did you get this handkerchief? It clearly looks like a rich man's own and it's smelling nice. You should stoop to your level of street hawkers and don't try to charm those rich people. Wutsiyar rakumi tayi nesa da qasa (The neck of a camel is far from the ground- a hausa saying). And I also found my money that you hid in there dan ubanki (insult).
The things are too much for you ai gaki shegiya mara asali (A bastard without origin), gaki karuwa kuma barauniya? (And you're a p********e now a thief?) Haba Pati (Fati) ai I am the perfect person to deal with you. You can do all you want but wallahi never ever touch my money" she concluded, fuming with rage.
"Inna wallahi it's not your own changin wani ne (it's someone's change)"
"La ilaaa so you're trying to imply that I am a liar kenan" she put her hands on her head and yelled out the name of the person Fatimah dreads the most
"Musaaa!!!!" as if on impulse he ran out nearly tripping on his feet.
"Kaga 'yannan makaryaciya ta kirani ido na ganin ido (This girl called me a liar face to face in broad daylight)"
He wasted no time in awarding Fatimah with two dirty slaps on each side of the face. She fell to the ground immediately due to the impact and lack of strength and tried to explain but he was so busy hitting her that he couldn't spare her time to talk. After a little while he let her be and gave her a concrete warning.
"Next time don't think I would let you sleep in this house again. Na rantse (I swear) I won't even let you pick your rags before throwing you out of this place. Bastard!"
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