I Am Able - S01 E33

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I Am Able - S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Yusuf.

It was like a magic, how time went by.

Today marked a week since my sister flew to Egypt, and few days since our second semester examination started. Special thanks to Allah for His mercy, and also for everything. Surely, there wouldn’t be US without His mercy…

“Yusuf, don’t tell me you are thinking about Fatimah!”

Suleiman pulled me out of my trance and began smirking.

We were in the rest area together with Adnan and Isah. Today, our paper was to commence late in the evening but I had went to the school early just to see Fatimah. Yes, and I was able to see her after her paper. Thence, we talked for nearly two hours or so before she left.

“What if I am thinking about her? Ina ruwanka?” I hissed rolling my eyes at Suleiman. “Abeg, mind your business”

“Hahaha, lover boy kawai” He laughed.

“And who isn’t a lover boy here?” I said, the fact that we all had female friends.

“Adnan isn’t o!” Isah chimed in.

And for a moment, I remained silent. I had even forgotten he turned down his new crush’s hand already. He said she wasn’t beautiful like Fatimah Bulama. Also, she was the type that like money.

“Adnan will soon get another one again” I said, and that made Isah and Suleiman to laugh. “Why are you guys laughing?”

“Because they know I will not date any dumbass girl again!” Adnan squealed.

Just as I was about asking why he said that, a postgraduate student appeared and asked us to check our time. Verily, we all knew what he meant by that so we stood and headed to the exam hall which was few walks away from our department. The exam wasn’t that hot though, but I had sweated vigorously.

And as soon as I went back home I took a very warm shower and changed into another outfit. Hence, I prayed Magrib and then headed downstairs for dinner. “Good evening dad, good evening mum” I greeted them as I settled on the table.

“Evening!” They chorused, with my mother wearing a smile on her face.

The smile grew wider, and that made me to wonder what really was behind it. “Mum, is everything okey?” I asked.

“Nothing much” She cleared her throat.

“Okey?” I wrinkled a brow.

“Hmm Yusuf, it would be better if you hear it from your father” She uttered.

“Okey” I said and turned to my father. “Uhm dad, you heard what mum said”

“Yes!” He sipped his drink. “Actually, we’ve heard that you have changed”

“Also,” My mother chimed in. “Your father is willing to restore you back”

“Me?” I wrinkled my brows in surprise. Talking about change, how on earth did they even know that? “But mum, how…”

“No questions!” My father intruded. “Your work starts after your exams”

“Thank you, dad” I smiled.

“You’re welcome” He huffed.

After the dinner, I prayed Isha before driving out to a suya spot. Actually, it was my favourite place and I used to visit it whenever I felt like eating suya.

Just as I was served, I called Fatimah and spoke for almost three hours on phone with her before finally ending the call – I literally had to let her rest.

“Here, Magaji, your money” I handed the man his money and headed to my car. Just as I was about starting it, my phone rang. I actually thought it was Fatimah but thence I found out it was Lubna, she’d been disturbing me ever since she stole my number from her brother’s phone, Adnan. She thought the kiss she gave me that day would make me date her but she was wrong.

The kiss, though, had landed me into thinking about committing Zina with her but fortunately, Allah helped me overcame it. Since then, I tried not to ever set my foot in their house again.

“AsSalama Alaykum, Yusuf” She said immediately I finally picked her call.

“Wa’alaykumus Salam” I muttered.

“Hmm, my love, toh how are you?” She asked laying emphasis on the MY LOVE.

“I am fine, but I am not your love fa” I said tired of sympathising her, tired of being scared of hurting her feelings…

“You are just testing me, I know!” She huffed through the phone. “I love y…”

“Please just stop it!” I yelled at her.

“But why? Last year you proposed to me, what if I had accepted you that time?!” She said sounding aggrieved.

“That was last year, now I am really not interested anymore. And if you don’t let me be, wallahi I will… hurt you!” I said.

“Yusuf…” She said as I ended the call.

There was absolutely NO WAY I would date her when in fact I had someone in my mind already, if only she had in the past accepted me – then maybe I would not have met the woman I was in love with presently. Yes, Fatimah Bulama!

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