For Better Understanding Of This Chappie, Head To Wattpad To See The Medias(Pictures) Used. @asmaa-auwal(Falling For Grumpy)
"Mhhmm, I was wondering if you could come with us to m&s," Husna hesitated before asking.
"I'm sorry Husna, got lot of things to do." Juhaif uttered, not looking up from his tab. he had given his whole attention to it.
He gently looked up after a while, "Okay." He whispered. Only if she knew what that means!!!
"Okay?" She grinned back happily, raising up her brows and waiting on him to say something about coming with them to the mall.
She watched as he dropped the tab on his bed, then stood up walking to where his chest of drawer was located in the room. She genuinely thought he was about to come with them. Heading to his chest of drawer meant getting his car key, after all. She didn't know when a huge smile crept to her lips. She twisted her lips cunningly knowing he wouldn't see her. Oh how she's so grateful to her Lord right now. Her plans were going perfectly as planned. She had to fight the urge of jumping up and down as kids do.
"Okay take care of my car." he waved a car remote to her face. Did he just offered her his car? Meaning he wasn't coming with them? But it's the owner they needed, not the car! Her grin fade away.
She thought he was actually coming. She thought he had changed his mind and he was coming with them. She thought it was that okay, like, the kinda okay let's go. But no, she was wrong. Though all her life she'd been dreaming of driving his car, it now became the last thing she wanted. As right then it was about hooking up the people she figured in her brain would make a perfect couple.
She watched as he offered her a tight smile, and kept shaking the key in air, as if being proud of himself for borrowing her his car. She thinks she'll have to tell him no. Maybe she'll just tell him nothing is wrong with her's. But that would be dramatic. After all, her only brother offered his car with so much love. She shouldn't resist.
"Okay thanks." she answered coolly before collecting it, and forcing out a tight smile. It took all her being to forced it out. She's Husna after all, the girl who'd never once missed getting the 'most genuine' award through out her highschool life.
"Take care of baby." She heard him stated, definitely referring to his car. After all, his car was the only baby in his life.
"Okay!" She answered and left the room. She looked at the remote key and almost threw it away.
Their plan totally got ruined. It wasn't about them going to the mall, but about him taking them there.
She sluggishly made it back to her room. She knocked and entered with a salam(saying may peace be upon them).
"Guys I got his remote key."
"Ain't that the opposite of our plan?" Lubna asked. Husna sighed, before rubbing her forehead a bit dramatically.
"You wouldn't believe what happened. He said, 'no' and instead gave this," She mentioned, putting the key in air.
"Well that's good. We'll get to enter his car. Finally!" Lubna grinned, Husna sent daggers her way.
Islam put on sneakers as she awaits the girls to finished all the touch up they could, she jumped on bed with the shoes on. It's normal! Or maybe not!
"I think I'll have to change clothes." Nora complained.
"Why? It looks okay!" Husna declared.
"I don't like being at the mall in blue!" Nora complained again!
Islam wanted to laugh at that, but scolded herself inwardly.
(The dress Nora wore)
"Can I get a still water?" Islam asked Husna that had now joined her on the bed.
Husna looked confused. "You mean bottle water?"
Islam nodded. "Wait a minute!" Husna said before getting up and heading towards a plain wall. She pushed a button and it widened; showing a fridge. She picked the water and handed her. That's when she took notice of the shoes! Who gets on bed with shoes on? What an American!
"Wow shoes on bed! So much for being American!" Husna commented.
Islam grinned at her.
"Why do you guys love your shoes so much?" Husna asked again.
"We do?" Islam looked like she was about to laugh.
"You guys never took them off. Eating food with shoes on, lying on bed with shoes on, everything with shoes on! For example no matter how you love shoes in Nigeria, you just take them off at the entrance. Even if we wear them inside, it's just in living, bedroom is a total exception. But Americans will be with shoes on bed, while sleeping, on coach, on top of the food you guys will eat, on kitchen counter, on pillow, literally everywhere, all the places one ain't supposed to wear them. You guys love your shoes." Husna finished and chuckled, while Islam broke in to laughter.
"Surely you exaggerated that!" Islam responded.
"I did not!" Husna defended herself.
Islam never realised so, till now that Husna pointed it out, she realised she goes around with shoes everywhere. And that's so American. Sometimes she can't stop the American life in her popping here and there even while being British. But it's not a big deal since the US was her birth country. Her parents moved to the US since first year of marriage.
Still she detest being called American!
Finally Nora was done changing clothes and touching up her make-up. She changed in to a plane dress she left with Husna during her last visit.
***
They were in the compound already after asking for permission from Aunt Kaula to go shopping when a tinted car drove in. Husna turned to speak to Islam when the figure that came out of the car got her attention. "Girls please I'm coming." she excused herself, walking over to the person.
"You didn't say you were coming." she whispered.
"I'm sorry, wanted it to be a surprise." he replied in a modulated tone.
"Thanks, was just going to M&S with fam." She gestured to the girls.
"I can come back tomorrow."
"Allah knows I can't let you leave, will just tell them to go ahead and perhaps you'll drop me there when you are leaving. Won't you?"
"Sounds cool."
"I'll inform them."
She moved over to the girls and hung the remote key in air, only for her to got weird glances in return.
"So sorry girls, Moha came. I can't come with you, but he'll drop me when he's leaving..." She glanced at their faces. "...that's if you're still not back." she quickly added.
"Oh that's cool. But we can't drive." chorused the two siblings. Husna felt weird. Why she never realised whenever there was an outing with the girls she'd been the one to drive? Perhaps she never gave it any further attention as she loves to drive.
"What about you Islam? Can't you as well?" Asked Husna looking at Islam.
"Actually I can, never tried it here though. So I'm a bit scared."
"Oh please! You ain't from Australia but the States. Don't worry. It's same right hand driving tradition." Husna didn't wait any further in putting the remote key in Islam's hand. She waved them off and went back to Moha.
They were many cars at the place, Islam had no idea which car it was. She was about to press the remote button to detect it, when Lubna pointed to the car.
"That one!" She said. So, they both walked to the car. It was a black range rover.
***
All was cool. And they branched at M&S.
Shopping was cool. Islam took some satchels and heels. When she saw Abayas(Arabian gowns), she knew she might buy hundreds of them. She never gets tired of shopping for Abayas. So she bought them along with few evening gowns that caught her eyes at the mall.
Lubna bought lots of Abayas as well. But when they viewed Nora, their mouth literally widened. She was keen on shopping down the whole mall.
"What guys? I'm trying my possible best to shop like a normal person." She innocently explained. They could only laugh at her innocent face. Like who the heck buy lots of stuff like that, yet considered normal?
After shopping at M&S, they dropped by at few other shops and grabbed few things.
One of the workers was nice enough to helped with taking their shopping bags to the car. They thanked him before he winked at Lubna and left.
"He has no idea that's haram." Lubna huffed out in anger.
Nora clutched her stomach and chortled away her heart. She awaits a day Lubna won't point out to people's wrong doings.
"It's not even funny." She heard her say. Nora regained her posture and struggled with hiding her laughter.
"Course it's not." Nora added with a straight face. Islam smiled and moved to the passengers seat that was originally Nora's. Nora widened her eyes at her. Islam smiled shyly.
"I don't feel like driving us back." Islam teased.
"Common! Get on your seat and get us home." Nora teased back.
Before Islam could stood up Nora snapped her a picture.
Islam shook her head gently with a smile before getting up, along with picking her bag.
They all got in the car and zoomed off.
It wasn't up to ten minutes when they got stuck in a hold up. Islam got tired of waiting and flew her hand to the music panel to turn it on, the gridlock was too intense. She did, and the next thing they heard was;
One, Two, Three!
Push!
Push!!
Push!!!
The push, push, push sound was the only thing blaring through the speaker. They exchanged strange looks before the giggles started. Islam first thought it was a Nigerian song being played, till she heard Nora said, "I bet we can't find any song in there. Guess our dude hardly listen to music. Perhaps it's always medical stuff."
Islam who wasn't used to the Nigerian gridlock didn't noticed what was coming her way, till she heard it happened.
They heard a buuuuuuuuummmmppppp sound. Next thing the siblings did, was looking back towards the boot direction. However, Islam did the exact opposite, she knew she was the culprit here. She knew it was her who just crashed in to somebody's car. Not the other way round!
It's official Juhaif's baby got crashed!!!
They quickly alighted the car as the man they bumped into did same.
"I'm really sorry." Islam declared. She was shocked on how she just apologised. As far her knowledge is concerned apology was something she say to anyone! It's so hard for her! She rather offer people money than apologise. Selena would often say "Islam you need to learn on when your money should talk or when apology is best." She preferred the former and detest the later. She had no idea why.
"We're really sorry." Lubna and Nora simultaneously said.
Removing his dark shades he looked towards them, then to their car and then rolled his eyes back at them. He didn't even bother looking at his car to see the amount of damage caused. Weird. Islam thought.
"S-o-r-r-y." Islam stuttered. The apology was so difficult for her to voice out. With her heart in her mouth, she muttered to the girls, "Now I'll end up with cops right? And possibly they would charge millions of dollars from me right?"
"Not dollars, nairas." Lubna corrected.
"Is that even important right now? Let's concentrate on apologising first." Nora whisper yelled.
They had no idea he heard it all. Next thing, they heard him chuckling.
"Okay guess apology accepted." Nora explicitly stated.
"No. I know that kinda laugh. It only means he's so angry and lots of bullshit's coming our way, anytime from now. After all, it's his car I crashed in to." Islam silently whispered. When she glanced his way, she saw his head slouched down looking at his feet, and that prevented her from reading his expression.
Islam was so embarrassed seeing how people came out of their cars and crowded the place.
"Ain't that Bichi's?" Came the guy's voice after a while.
"What?" They chorused, clearly not getting what he meant.
"I said isn't that Juhaif Bichi's car?" He repeated, that was when it occurred to them, what he meant.
"Oh!" The siblings chorused.
"Is there Husna among you?" He asked again.
"No. She's at home. We are very sorry!"
He chuckled again "Don't be, that's why it's called accident. Greet Bichi for me." he finished, turning to his car.
They stood there totally in awe. Suddenly the crowd dispersed as people turned to their respective vehicles and the impatient ones already started to honk immediately the traffic light turned green. Islam quickly voiced another "Thank you." while Lubna and Nora voiced "Thank you very much 'dan Albarka( good person)." He turned and nodded at them, before speeding off. They followed suit.
"What a kind soul! He's so kind." Lubna whispered.
"I know right." Nora declared.
"Please Nora call Husna. We need to tell her." Islam called out panicking, she was driving and holding unto the steering wheel tightly. She was nervous.
"Sorry guys, can't make it." came Husna's voice through the speaker as she picked up.
"Well, not even that. I crashed the car!" Timid Islam cautiously whispered as the phone was on speaker.
***
A/N
Now what will become of her? I'm talking about the African American babe that crashed the car! Our Islam. I think it's all Husna's fault!
For Better Understanding Of This Chappie, Head To Wattpad To See The Medias(Pictures) Used. @asmaa-auwal(Falling For Grumpy)