Adiya
The bed was soft and comfy, I snuggled more to the pillow, the heat emitting from it made me smile. When last have I slept like this?.... But wait!.
Had l my mat changed overnight?, I thought, and this bed was giving musky manly scent like that of Zaid. I sighed in contentment, I loved it.
Wait!
Zaid, I mentally screeched.
I opened my eyes a little to take a look and it was indeed not my room.
I screamed panicky as I scrambled out of the bed only to fall on my butt and I groaned.
"Why the noise Diya?, come back to bed," Zaid said groggily, touching the side were I previously laid.
"No" I shook my head with my mouth wide opened.
"Just stand, you are sitting on the floor," he said huskily, his voice made my stomach flipped.
As I stood up shakily, I looked at my dress and noticed I was not in my school uniform, "Who changed my cloth?" I yelled as my eyes widen in surprise.
"It was my cousin sis, who changed you" he replied in a duh tone before standing up.
"Ahhhhhh" I screeched, covering my eyes and whipped my head around. I was a black girl or else my face would have shown how embarrassed I was.
He was stark-naked!
"Okay I've dressed up but I was putting on the boxer, not like I was naked" he teased, making me wondered what happened to him overnight.
I removed my hands from my face slowly, muttering some harmless curses.
"What did you say," he asked but my stomach used the opportunity to reply and I smiled sheepishly.
"Okay, let's feed that tummy of yours," he said.
I stood and rubbed my sore butt while following him to the kitchen. This house was big- I was very sure that I would get lost soon.
We entered the kitchen and saw the maids scurrying away as if we were a plague. It was because of Zaid, he was a ticking bomb, he could explode anytime. I too was wary.
"Out" his voice boomed out, I flinched a little. He looked at me with hurt before it vanished.
He held my hand, not like those grip but this was gentle as if he was afraid of breaking my bone.
He twirled me around and made me sit on the counter, we held both of our gazes. My stomach was flipping while butterflies were swimming in it. He gently touched my cheek, he moved closer, closer but our entrance was cut off by an awkward cough. I scrambled away from him and pushed him, I couldn't look at him.
My heart was beating heavily than normal.
A short fair girl walked inside, "I'm sorry for interrupting you guys, but I need to eat" she said slyly.
She moved closer to Zaid and whispered something to his ear and he nodded.
I was mad, how I wished I was the one beside him, I was shocked by my thoughts.
I dislike her, Hmph!!
"Ooooh" she brimmed with happiness and hugged me. I was shocked.
"You're the infamous Adiya, that my foolish cousin won't stop blabbing about," she said, I looked at Zaid in my peripheral side and saw him look around, scratching his head. He was embarrassed while I was too embarrassed by my jealousy.
The girl, I later knew her name was Sumaya wouldn't stop talking, she was a chatterbox. "He is so into you. When you fainted, he won't stop worrying, asking. How is she? why is she not opening her eyes? blah blah. He never allowed anyone inside his room but he allowed me the first time in history, I was shocked and that was because of you. He even threatened the poor old man; the doctor to fire him if you didn't wake up soon. " she laughed while I giggled, I couldn't believe what I was hearing my great bully was caring for me.
Impossible!.
"Sorry I'm talking too much," she said while I shook my head.
"But sincerely you're beautiful in person than photography" I was confused. "This boy here" she moved to Zaid and held his left ear, "has millions of your pictures on his phone" I was shocked.
"What are you cooking?" she asked in a bored tone.
"Jollof rice" he replied while dicing the carrots.
"No, I don't want let's bake cookies" she clapped, going around and bringing out the ingredients.
"This is the flour, sugar, salt..." she continued listing while Zaid had started to mix the ingredients.
I was watching him how he was mixing and beating the knead, how his body reflex was moving. I looked at his face and saw him wiping his face, half of his face was covered with flour. I laughed hard, holding my tummy. When Sumaya asked me what happened and I pointed to Zaid, she also joined me. Zaid looked confused and the expression made him a little boyish than his stoic face. My heart skipped a beat.
"There __iis__ffllour __on your face," I said in between my laughter, he smiled a bit with amusement glistened in his eyes. He asked me to come nearer so that I could help him to wipe it but upon reaching his place, he used his stained hands to rub my face and he boomed with laughter.
I never see him laugh before, I stopped laughing and stared at him trying to imprint his face, sound and voice. Sumaya stopped laughing too, he stopped laughing and shooed us outside so that he could focus.
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"You're a blessing, you know?" she said, I was confused.
"Why?" I asked
She looked sad and sniffed "since his mother's death, he has never laugh" she looked at me and hold my two hands between hers. "Please never leave him, always stay with him" she whispered.
"And you know, you are the first girl he ever asked out," she said. "He took all his will power to asked you. He arrived home that day and I saw him destroying everything. Angry, frustrated. He has never been rejected. And he always gets what he wants by hook or crook" she murmured.
"I__I" I stammered, I didn't know what to say.
She shushed me "I know how it feels, in your first day at school someone should tell you he loves you, it's absurd but it's true. He won't stop at anything until you accept him" she said softly.
"But why is he behaving like that, he bullied me; framed me..." I sobbed gently on my hand. She rubbed my back.
"That's his way of behaving when wanting something and he's unable to have it and that's is a lie because he always gets it. He starts behaving abnormally because he has..." she trailed off, looking out of space.
"He has what?" I asked.
"NPD" she replied.
"Then what's the meaning of that?" I asked
She stood and walk away from me upon reaching the door, she looked at me sadly and whispered. I hardly heard what she said.
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"Narcissistic Personality Disorder"
I gasped.
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