IMADE AND JAMAL

JAMAL.

She stared back at me with a confused expression as if trying to process my presence. I didn't think I would be courageous enough to actually come here but after thinking about it all day, I came to a conclusion that paying her a visit might not be a terrible idea.

"I don't mean to sound rude or anything but, may I ask what you are doing here? How did you even get to know my place?" She asks, with a hint of irritation in her tone.

"Trust me, I would not be here if it wasn't important. Can we please just talk? I promise, I won't take your time." I request politely.

"It's actually not a problem, I just thought I needed to ask but anyways, you'll have to give me a few minutes to dress probably. It's way too cold out here." She replies, swiftly shutting the door in my face and it almost felt like she did that on purpose.

I couldn't possibly say I didn't deserve it though. I'm not even supposed to be here after everything but I suddenly felt the urge to get to her personally and talk calmly, hoping she will understand and comply with my decision.

"Jamal?" Her voice calls out, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You're good now?" I ask.

"Yes, I am. Can we talk here though? I mean, I would be prefer we go downstairs cause I don't want the neighbours eavesdropping and misunderstanding." She says and I shrug nonchalantly whilst she leads the way down.

She stops suddenly by a bench side and takes a sit, immediately offering a sit to me but I'm reluctant to sit.

"What? You can sit here? Does it look to dirty for your highness?" She drawls with so much sarcasm and after what seemed like hours of contemplation, I finally sit beside her on the bench.

"What is it you want to talk about? Does it have anything to do with your girlfriend cause if it does, I'm not interested at all." She spits out with so much venom and I immediately knew Natasha had crossed the line with her.

"Firstly, she's not my girlfriend, she's a friend and no, I'm not here to talk about her but I got your sister's message and I'm here to address it and also offer you a solution to it but only if, you will agree to it." I explain and she tilts her head a bit before replying.

no wrong in her actions towards me and the solution you propose may not be favourable

going to favour you in any way. As you already know, I can be very ignorant but I know how Natasha is when she gets silly ideas in her head and I can't let you take the heat for her insecurities." I tell her.

this solution you have in mind. I'm honestly fine with anything as long as the harassment stops." She says with a snappy tone that indicated

pay you earn here. All you have to do now is quit here and by next week you resume work over there." I

quiet for a while as if trying to soak in what I had

and saved yourself the stress but why would you transfer me and even worse,

hard to take the job? I mean, I don't necessarily need a motive but if you must know the motive, take it as a consolation for whatever Tasha has

that she had transferred you to work under her and I'm deeply sorry for whatever you've gone through." I apologise sincerely and her doubtful expression eases a little.

I get transferred. Knowing how jealous she is,

you don't have to worry about anything and if something pops up, let me

make out the features of her face and I must admit, she is beautiful. Even more beautiful than she was ten years ago, although I could tell by the endless stress lines on her face and eye bags under her eyes that she had being through

no other choice but to take your word for it." She says with an adorable pout and I chuckle a little as I remembered just how childish

I don't make you even

and I shrug it off before attempting

Aunty mi!" A frightened Lolade screamed repeatedly till she was only a few steps away from Imade and

sele?" An already

those words alone seem to have been

her forehead break into cold sweats. She tries her best to speak but for unknown reasons, her lips barely produces any sounds and that

get in the car and

IMADE.

usual and that only made my anxiety much worse. My head aches like hell and the only thing I can thing about is

driving as fast as he can and fortunately for me, he asked no questions and he didn't even make any attempts to speak to me although I could tell by his repeated side glances that he was curious and maybe, just maybe worried, although, I could be wrong

out of the car and rushing into the hospital with