Chapter 70

"What am I supposed to do, Amrah? She's stronger than me." Amrah chuckled and shook her head. "Then you use him to get a pay back." Dalia gave her a puzzled look. Amrah adjusted her sitting position on the bed and face dalia. She whispered everything to her and before she was done, dalia smacked her on the shoulder. "If you had a co wife, she would definitely run for her life." Amrah laughed it off. "Look that's the only way out and my suggestion is harmless. Whatever she does, report her to him and he would deal with the psycho I assure you." Dalia hissed before she picked up her plate from the side drawer and started eating. She was half way done when her mother came into the room, arms akimbo. "He's waiting for you outside and don't waste his time." Amina walked out of the room. Dalia kept the plate and stood up. She picked up her hijab and slipped it on while Amrah helped her with her bags even though she had not much because most of her clothes was at daddy's house and she knew there was no way she could get them. Heck, her books were at the house and she knew there was no way she could claim them. Her breath hitched when their eyes met. He was the one waiting for her? Why him? Why not daddy's driver? She briskly lowered her gaze and greeted him. "We should get going, it's getting late and you are starting exams tomorrow right?" She nodded her head and claimed her bags from Amrah. She followed him out after saying goodbye to her mother. She looked at him when he opened the door for her. That was new. He smiled and nodded his head. "Here, let me help you with that." He took the bags away from her and kept it in the backseat." She heaved a long sigh before he entered the car. Great, now she had to be stuck with him for about almost an hour, depending on where they were actually heading to, in abuja. "Where does your friend live? That girl you once told me about? Was it, binta?" He spoke trying to recall if that was her name. "Yes binta, her house is just right around that corner." She pointed at a narrow path that a car couldn't pass through. "Mn, I've seen it." He nodded his head. "Have you visited her?" He asked but she shook her head desolately. "Her husband doesn't allow her to have visitors, what a jerk. I heard she's pregnant with another child again." She grimaced at the thought of it. She heaved a sigh as she sunk in her seat. "May Allah make it easy for her. Surely we would find a way to help her." She looked at his sideburn as she smiled. "Thank you." She murmured. He looked at her briefly and retorted with a smile. "When will you be done with your exams?" He asked her. "In three weeks in sha Allah. But.... My books are at daddy's place and you know.... I can't..." She let the words trail off. "Oh yes daddy had figured that out and asked the maids to pack everything for you. It has been taken to his sister's house. It's much more closer to your school. And I will be the one to be taking you there and come pick you up when you're done." She suppressed a smile and nodded. A little while later, they were in front of a black ironed gate, waiting for the gate man to open the gate for them. And as soon as he did, muhsin drove in. He helped her with her bags and asked her to head in before he comes back from the mosque to pray maghrib. She took slow steps to the door and stood there, looking at the large wooden door. She hesitantly knocked on the door and waited, that was if someone could actually hear her knocking. She was about to knock again when a young adult opened the door. She greeted him as she lowered her gaze. He must the owner of the house, she thought. "Good evening to you too. You should head in, my wife is in the living room." He quickly walked passed her and headed out to the masjid. She entered the house as she murmured Salam. She heard a faint voice reply her from the living room. She entered the living room and kept her bags by a sofa. "Good evening," she muttered as she squatted down a bit. The woman smiled, eyes wide open. "Please stand up, you're making me feel old. Sit please," she spoke calmly, still smiling. Dalia looked at her huge baby bump to her face. She lowered her gaze as she adjusted her sitting position. "You must be Dalia, right? Yaya had told me you were coming to stay with us for few weeks." Dalia smiled a bit and nodded. "Please feel free and take this as your home. My name is Rayhana. I live here alone with my husband and maid. I hope you can stay with us before you finish your exams." Dalia raised her head and looked at Rayhana. She nodded her head as she smiled. Rayhana avert her gaze to the kitchen door and called out a name. A young girl came out from the kitchen which happens to be the maid knelt down in front of her boss. "Zainab, I have told you times without numbers, stop kneeling down as if you're some sort of a slave. Please get up and bring some refreshments for her before dinner gets ready." The girl smiled a little and nodded her head. She greeted dalia before walking away.