As days turn to weeks, relationship between me and Aisha was waxing stronger, our relationship was definitely now something else, S£x is now normal between us. To say Aisha was a S£x addict was an understatement, she chew gum me everywhere i go and i had no breathing space for any other lady. Do i even have it in mind in having any lady?
She make sure we see each other virtually every day, hardly a day goes by without we having S£x, it got to a stage that Ismaeel asked what i was into that was making me look lean. The thing was that i always find it difficult to reject her advances, my relationship with Aisha made me realized that i was weak emotionally. It opened my mind to the real me against the opposite S£x. Hardly will i be with the opposite S£x without thinking of something bad, my thought would have gone far and started thinking about S£x even though there was no bodily contact but i find solace in Aisha over all time.
Days was going into weeks and our exam was fast approaching, the funniest thing was that anytime Ismaeel decided that he was not coming home, i will definitely invite Aisha over to my place to come and sleep over. It was my birthday like 3 weeks to my exam and Aisha presented me with a NEC3 flip phone including 128MB memory card.
I can never query where she get money from because she came from a wealthy family back in Lagos, her hostel was one of the costly most popular hostel around Tanke Oke-Odo, her room is very Behind to the standard.
My relationship definitely disturb my academic commitment, i was becoming a bit absence in MSSN tutorial class and for my class mate and junior ones, i totally stop giving them tutorials all courtesy of Aisha because she always want us to be together.
It was a week to our first semester 300level exam and my timetable shows that i will be having five papers the following week. Two papers on Monday, two on Wednesday and one on Friday. I told Aisha that preparation for our exam will definitely hinder our hanging out as we hang out a lot. She said she understand as our priority should always be our academics as relationship should be second.
It was the Sunday of a day to my first paper and my preparation was top notched, i realized i didn’t get to talk with Aisha on Saturday and have been trying her number since on Saturday and she wasn’t picking, it got to a stage that her number was not even going at all. I stopped reading around 2pm and decided to check up Aisha in her hostel even if for just 30minutes because have missed her a lot.
I got to her house, i knocked on her door with “salam aleikum”, what i heard was a male voice answering me with “wa aleikum salam” i thought it was one of our muslim brothers until i entered inside and saw a guy putting on a track suit trouser and singlet, Aisha was not inside the room.
My first instinct was maybe her brother came on a visit to her house until Aisha came in with a bump short and spaghetti top just like every other babe Ismaeel used to bring to our house. She was not even covering her hair at all
Aisha: salam aleikum brother Abdulrahman
Me: Wa aleikum salam (me, brother abdulrahman, when did that start? Maybe she’s scared of her brother)
Aisha: Please meet my fiancée Ibrahim……Ibrahim, this is brother Abdulrahman i always talk to you about
Ibrahim: Oh…the one that you said always organize tutorials
Aisha: yes…he has been so helpful to me please help me thank him very well
Ibrahim: Thanks for helping my wife brother Abdulrahman, Almighty Allah will be with you too
I was dumb and didn’t know what to say, it was as if i was dreaming or they were acting film until Ibrahim called her to come and join her on the food and started placing food in her mouth. My eyes was red already and filled with tears
Me: Thank you too…i just say i should check on you and ask about your preparation for your papers, bye bye…we will see in school tomorrow
Aisha: bye bye…am so sorry i can see you off, you can see that am not dressing properly to go outside
Me: No problem
I was already outside when i said no problem and i saw her coming to lock the door, i look back and i saw her looking at me from her door, tears started rolling down my cheek as i look at her. Didnt know how i even got home, my eye was seriously red and i busted into tears immediately i stepped into my room and i could feel the anxiety on Ismaeel
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