62: The Hair

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Hayfah felt a slight tap on her shoulder, she squinted her eyes and her gaze fell on Adyan's smiling face. He was clad in a navy blue gezna, staring at her with eyes emoting sheer adulation. She stretched her body and sat on the bed, wondering how she ended up sleeping and him that was supposed to be sleeping cladded handsomely. "When did you woke up? And how did I slept off?" She asked, as she placed her legs on the cemented floor-taking off her hijab. "An hour ago. And you slept off while staring and brain capturing. Get up and get ready, we're heading back to Abuja today." He said and began hooking his cufflinks. Hayfah walked towards him and put her hands on his, they stared at eachother before she smiled at him. "It's now my job. Let me help." And he silently took off his hand and

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