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Sadiq ignored Kazim and read the message from beginning;

“I don’t know what to say to you now, just like i didn’t know what to say to you the day you told me that you loved me. I didn’t want to hurt you that day by saying i don’t love you. And i didn’t want to give you the wrong impression by saying i do. I like you so much, more than you know, but that’s all. Moreover our lifestyle is totally different. Please find it in your heart to forgive me and i do hope we can be friends again. Your BF forever Vanessa " The message ended.

While she was at it, she should have sent a post card and a hot pie too!

He already knew that she liked him as a friend but he was doubtful whether she loved him or not, but the fact that
she mentioned it now tore into his heart.

And truth be told, their lifestyle was different. She was the red carpet girl, a model, going to every event in town, seen with celebrities, and was friends with several celebrities. And him?

Totally nothing like her…. But does it matter? Do they have to live the same lifestyle for them to be compactable or together?

“Sadiq!” Anty exclaimed as she hugged him. “How was your flight?”

“It was smooth, like i didn’t even leave home” smiled Sadiq.

“How nice. How are your parents and little Asma’u, she must be all grown up now?” asked Anty.

“My parents are great and Asma’u is a big girl now. I think i have a picture of her here” he said, showing her a picture of him and Asma’u that he used as his phone wallpaper.

“Look at her!” screamed Anty. Kazim shrugged at the startled Sadiq. “She is a big girl now and so cute too”

“Yes she is” commented Sadiq, staring at the picture along with Kazim and Anty.

His phone rang and cut off the little union that was formed for Asma’u.

“It’s my mom” said Sadiq. “Hello mom”.

“Sadiq! Why haven’t you contacted us to tell us if you’ve landed safely? Asma’u have been worried and urging me to call you but your number wasn’t reachable” Mrs. Animashaun queried.

“I am sorry mom. I am in Anty’s house now. Here she is” he said, giving Anty his phone.

As soon as he gave her the phone, Anty switched to her native language which Mrs. Animashaun could speak fluently but Sadiq couldn’t.

“Come let me show you around, they aren’t going to end their conversation for another one hour” Kazim said with a little air of sarcasm. He was right and Sadiq knew as well.

The street was a little busy than earlier; there were little children racing home back from school.

“I have a friend i want you to meet” Kazim said.

“Ok” said Sadiq.

“Hello Kazim. Humaira tena gidan?” a faint girl’s voice asked from behind in their native language.

They both turned and there was a very beautiful fair girl holding the hand of a little girl that was on school uniform.

She was wearing a purple gown and a black veil that almost hid her face.

“No, she isn’t back from school yet” replied Kazim. She smiled courteously and increased her footstep.

“I know, she is bleau” said Kazim in a French accent before Sadiq could say anything. “It’s her brother i wanted you to meet”

“By bleau you mean ‘beautiful’?” Sadiq asked.

“Oui!” replied Kazim. He was literate in French and so was Sadiq.

“What’s her name” enquired Sadiq.

“Zeenat.” He informed Sadiq, glanced at him and added. “If i were you i won’t be thinking of what you are thinking right now”