The Billionaire's Sassy Girl

Chapter 9

AAMNA POV'S

She nudged me to stand up, I scoffed and raised my hand. He was silent, as expected. His lips twitched as if to say something, but he pause then began,

"Congratulations, Miss Yusuf." That was all he said. He continued, "In our previous class, we discussed the course, which will cover the works of the first major dramatists of the Greek classical age, the Greco-Roman period, and the Elizabethan era. We'll primarily focus on the works of Aeschylus, Sophocles, as well as the plays of Christopher Marlowe and Shakespeare. I assigned a task to classify the literary periods and provide brief explanations. Can anyone provide the answers?"

Some students provided correct answers, while others didn't, but the good thing about him was that he didn't mock or complain about their mistakes. Instead, he continued,

"Impressive! We'll proceed to the Renaissance period (1510-1660). Can anyone contribute?"

When no one responded, I quickly jotted down some notes and handed them to Jalilah, but being the shy girl she handed the note back to me.

"Read it" I mouthed but she shake her head instead.

Then he called out, "Miss Aamna Yusuf." I jerked, I don't know why but my name kinda some different from him

I answered his question: "The Renaissance era in England, also known as the Early Modern Period, spanning from about 1485 to 1660, is renowned for its famous writers and treasured texts. Notable figures include Spenser, Marlowe, Jonson, Milton, Donne, and the incomparable William Shakespeare. The Renaissance was a fervent period of European cultural, artistic, political, and economic 'rebirth' following the Middle Ages." As I finished speaking, I slumped down.

"Fantastic, A1," he commented. But just then, my phone rang.

"s**t, s**t!'" I exclaimed, quickly swiping to disconnect the call. The class turned to me, and I apologized, "Sorry, I wasn't intending to leave my phone on. s**t, I mean I forgot."

"Indecent language," he noted. I rolled my eyes. "Second mistake," he acknowledged.

I raised my hand up he node given me permission to speak up.

"It's kinda part of me, and I really can't stop it," I said.

"Where do you live?" he asked

"Kabuwa police barracks."

"That's the reason why you can't change," he said, his words leaving me puzzled. The class laugh softly. He continued, "If you live with people like you, then you'll continue to behave this way." He glanced at me, and I scoffed angrily.

"What if they didn't behave like me, or am I worse than them?" I retorted, still fuming. "Anyway, I'll try," I said reluctantly. He shook his head and proceeded with the lesson, assigning a task on the Elizabethan era. He concluded by saying that our next class we would focus on Romeo and Juliet, and we should come prepared.

After the lesson, Jalilah and I walked out. I tried calling Bobo, but he was out of town, so we trekked until her brother arrived to pick her up. He offered to drop me home, but I declined, saying I was heading somewhere else.

I treated myself to a coffee – I'm a huge coffee lover, and I just can't get enough of it! With my coffee in hand, I hailed a taxi and headed to the park. Since it was a Monday, there weren't many people around. I found a quiet spot under a tree, sat down, and immersed myself in a book while sipping my coffee.

I was so engrossed in reading that I lost track of time. It wasn't until my phone started ringing that I snapped back to reality – it was already 4:46 pm.

"Hey, Police officer, are you worried already?" I asked. "Just at the park reading, but I'll be on my way back home soon... okay... I love you." The call ended, then finished my coffee, and stood up, putting on my headphones.

As I walked down the lane humming, a car pulled up, and the door opened. The man I had saved from Emma emerged.

"What a pleasant surprise, Miss Aamna," he said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's a small world, Doc," I replied.

"Where are you heading?" he asked.

"Home," I answered curtly.

"Can I drop you?" he asked politely. I scratched my eyebrow, hesitating for a moment before nodding. Today, he was driving an SUV. I hopped in, and he started the car.

"So, where were you coming from?" he asked.

"The park," I replied.

"With your friends?" he probed further.

"No, just reading,"I clarified.

"Oh, so where are your friends?" he asked, clearly trying to keep the conversation going.

"Out, or probably at home," I replied vaguely.

"Do you all live in the same location?" he probed further.

"Nope," I said.

After a brief silence, he seemed to sense I wasn't being forthcoming, so I decided to elaborate.

"I went to school, and from there, I headed to the park to read. I lost track of time until Yusuf called," I explained.

"Which school do you attend?" he asked.

"Nile University, English department. You're welcome to visit," I replied with a hint of humor. He chuckled and said,

"My friend works there too, and in the same department."

"Cool, that's nice," I responded.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Yusuf. "You should have told me earlier, I'll be home in the next 6 minutes. Do one thing – tell Zafeer. Thanks." The call ended.

The doc continued, "So, I can visit you at your school anytime?'

I shrugged and replied, "Whenever you're free."

He nodded and pulled up to a checkpoint. He rolled down the window, and the police officer began to inspect the vehicle. Just as he was about to ask a question, I leaned forward so the officer could see me, and the police officer smiled at me.

"Welcome home, Miss A.Y," the policeman greeted with a big smile.

"How's the work?" I asked him.

"We're doing fine, thanks. Have a nice rest," he said, letting us go.

"Thank you"

"You are well known,'" the doctor commented.

"This is my barracks, and we’re like family here," I explained. He nodded and followed my directions: "Take the left corner, then go straight, and now, the left again, the first house." He parked in front of the house just as my brother walked out.

My brother looked at me, then the car, and finally the doctor.

"Aren't you going to the mall?" I asked, he looked surprised.

"What? You, you asked Dad to send me, right?"

"I didn't ask him, I told him to." I correct.

"You crazy...."

I stopped him by gesturing to my brother with my eyes, signaling that we had visitors, and he gestured me back questioning who he was.

The doctor cleared his throat and introduced himself. "Hello, good evening. I'm Doctor Farhan Salim."