Deejah's 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 of the chairs, beside him.
"Good morning, my princess." He smiled at me. "how was your night?"
"It was fine, dad." I responded, before turning to my mum and greeting her as well. "Good morning, mum."
She responded nonchalantly, in an almost inaudible voice - like a grumble.
By the way she responded to my greeting and the demeanor she had on, anyone could tell the type of relationship we shared. I was much closer to my dad, than I was with her. Right from when I was just a just a kid, she had thought dad spoiled me too much. It aggravated her.
My mum, Hajiya Rukkayah, was a simple, yet strict woman. She was very gorgeous. Her one sided dimple made me admire her. Though she always reprimanded me for every single mistake, I understood it was because she wanted to instill good morals in me. Because she believed it was women's job to take care of their home singlehandedly, she remained a housewife.
My dad, Alhaji muhammad Agogo was the most handsome man I had ever seen. His smile alone, meant the whole world to me. As the only child he had, he loved me immensely. He was a renowned business man in Nigeria, having many companies across the cities, where raw materials are converted into finished products.
I am khadeejah Muhammad Agogo. I recently turned twenty. Fortunately for me, i was able to secure admission in Bayero university, Kano and was given the course 'business administration and management' to study. Being in final year was a dream come true for me. I couldn't wait any longer to be done with university.
Slowly, I devoured my meal, for there was absolutely no need to rush, as it was weekend already. The feeling of not having to go anywhere and relax at home all day long was overwhelming.
After I was done eating, I wiped my mouth with a serviette and called for one of the maids in a high pitched voice; "Ladidi!"
Mom gazed at me with a scorn on her face.
Without even uttering the words, she already knew what I wanted to ask her to clear the table. Wasn't that the job of maids? - I rolled my eyes and looked away. Since I was already done with eating, I had nothing more to do in the dining room, so I drew back my chair and stood up to leave. The main aim, being to avoid getting in trouble with mum so early in the morning. No one said anything, so I took that as my cue to leave.
Pushing open the door, my eyes roamed about the unkempt room. "Maryam!" I called for my personal maid. "Maryam!" I called again, this time, louder.
Instantly, she appeared, gazing warily at me, as if I was some kind of scary being.
"What happened here? Why is my room looking like a garbage dump?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Ma'am, I'm sor...sorry." She stuttered. "Act..ually, I was doing som.. eth.. Ing, that's wh-"
A glare from me was all it took for her to cut herself off. I felt like slapping her to stupor. "Before I close my eyes and open it again, I want you to arrange this room, neatly. I'll be in the balcony. Call me immediately you're done." I ordered and sashayed away.