Semua Bab My Crush: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Deejah POV"Deejah! Deejah! Deejah!!!" I heard someone calling my name from what seemed like a distance. "Who the hell is calling me this early!" I grumbled, with my eyes still closed.Groggily, I was about to open my eyes, when mum suddenly barged into my room, uninvited."Won't you come down for breakfast?" She questioned, gazing intently at me. "Your dad has been waiting for you for a while now. His tea has gotten cold, just because of you." She queried.Before I could give her a reply, she had already turned around and walked out of the room.I go out of the comfort of my bed and rushed to the bathroom to take care of my business.Emerging from the bathroom, I sauntered to the closet and put on a maroon colored gown, with a scarf tied around my head. Immediately I was done, I left the room for the dinning."Good morning, dad," I greeted and took a seat on one

Yushraf POV"Alhamdulilah I was able to sell a lot today." I heaved a sigh. Though it was hectic, I was very grateful to have sold a lot. I rushed back home to meet my twin sister,  Reedah and to fill her in on the good news. At least the money I earned would be used to pay some of our bills. Immediately I got to the front of our house, my lips  curved into a smile. I knocked on the door and almost immediately, the door flung open and she hugged me tightly. I slowly wrapped my arms around her as well — Reedah was the only family ammi and baba had left for me, after being killed in a fatal accident. It had been three long years, but the memory was still fresh in my mind. I had a hard time moving on, but because I had Reedah to take care of, I suppressed my feelings and pretended to be happy. Ever since their departure, things had been really difficult for the both of us. We barely had food to eat onc

Yushraf's POV"Reedah, be fast, we are getting late.  You know today is Friday and we will soon be back." I reminded, checking my gold wristwatch.Reedah took almost an hour before she came out of the room putting on her hijab.I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen and brought three bags of bottled water and gave one to Reedah and carried the remaining two myself.******We were hawking in the streets, When I sighted my former best friend Bashar, leaning on his car. He was my closet friend and a cousin. His dad, uncle Jaafar and my dad were brothers. They had only one sister Aunty Salamatu. She lived in Canada with her husband and three kids — two boys and a girl. Hafiz was the first born and was older than I, with a year. Noor, the second born, was of the same age with Reedah and the last born Afzal was sixteen years old.W

Yushraf POVFlash back continues 3years agoWe left Aunty Sarah's  house and went straight to the car park, where we would board a car from kano to Lagos — to uncle Jaafar's place. We had been seated inside the bus for a while now and it wasn't filled up yet. We were told it was remaining just two passengers, before we would embark on the journey. It didn't take too much time, before the bus got filled up. Immediately it did, the driver began to drive, but not before exchanging pleasantries with his colleagues. Because it was our first time travelling in a  commercial car, everything seemed so funny to us. Indeed it was the beginning of knowing what poverty really meant. When our parents  were al

Deejah's POVI was bored and tired. I couldn't wait for this fucking lecture to be over. Mina did not come to school today and I had no idea what happened to her. She wasn't the type to just skip school, without a valid reason, especially due to the fact that her dad was very strict and didn't play with stuff concerning academy.  I made a mental note to call and find out what really stopped her from coming to school today.*******I heaved a sigh of relief, as the lecturer finally stepped out of the classroom. I brought out my phone from my bag and dialed Mina number.  After the third ring, she picked up."Hey, babe! What stopped you from coming to school today?" I inquired.  "I'm not feeling fine. I've been feeling discomfort in my stomach." She responded. "Oh! miss foodie. What did you eat to upset your stomach?" I asked, trying to