"What's going on here?" A voiced chimed into our conversation from inside the gate. It was Ahmad Jaafar!
"It's the delivery girl" The gateman said.
Thus, before I knew it Ahmad Jaafar was already by the gate. I was totally scared and coy. If he knew who I was then he would definitely kick me away. But guess what? He had only collected the pizza package from me and paid me off with a "Thank you" before going back inside.
He didn't seem to recognize me, or was it hunger? I wondered with a sigh of relief as I returned back to the van. "Is everything okay?" Sam asked with a suspicious gaze.
"Just drive!" I squealed.
"Alright" He started the car and drove us back to the restaurant.
I couldn't stop thinking about Ahmad Jaafar, not when his thoughts continue to linger in my fragile mind. I couldn't concentrate on my work again. There was only one way for me to keep his thoughts away, at least not all, and that was to masturbate myself. So I went to the washroom and did what I thought was the best while envisioning him in my mind making love with me.
...
The following day, I was hoping to receive his call again but instead I received the call of my madam.
"Come to my office, now!" She said.
I didn't hesitate to do that. As soon as I was in her office, she asked me to sit down in one of the visitors' chairs facing her which I did.
"I understand delivering food is not what you wanted but yet I gave you, so now are you willing to change to something else?" She said with a smile.
"No!" I protested. "I am okay with it"
And why shouldn't I be okay with it? After all, it was my only hope of seeing my prince charming again or wasn't it?
"Alright dear, you can go" She huffed as she took the telephone to make a call.
"Okay, ma" I said as I stood to leave.
"Hello Ahmad!" I heard her said as I walked towards the door. "I am fine... Yes... But sorry to say, the girl I was hoping would do the job says she's okay with her present job... Alright, I will keep searching... Please greet Hajiya and Alhaji Jaafar for me... Alright, see you later... Thank you!" She ended the call.
I gulped standing perplexedly. Did she just talked to Ahmad Jaafar? I should have asked her more about the job she offered me before shrugging it off. Now what? Was Ahmad needing a Nanny for his children or a cleaner for his house? I mulled over.
"What are you still doing here, Humairah?" She asked.
"Actually," I turned with a gritted teeth and gently walked back to the chair I was sitting in. "I was hoping if you could tell me the kind of job it is" I enquired.
"Cooking" She cleared her throat and continued. "Ahmad and his wife needs a cook and also someone to help them with house chores. The person would be independent from me and would be paid N70,000 monthly by Ahmad..."
"I am in!" I cut in without a second thought.
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yes!" I nodded my head.
"Okay, but is the salary okay with you because you are going to do alot there?"
"Yes, it's okay with me" I said. She really didn't know that I could even do the job for free. Yes, for free so far I would be around Ahmad Jaafar all the time!
"Okay, you can go for now. I will talk to your uncle's wife first. You will hear my feedback from her" She said smiling.
"Thank you" I took my bow and left.
After work, I went back home so exhausted thinking I would have a peaceful rest only to be summoned by my uncle and his wife for an uncalled interview. It was about my job switch.
"Humairah, are you insane? That's Ahmad, the boy that hit us with his car and insulted us that day" My uncle said.
"Yes... yes, I know, but please I need to do this. He's offering a huge amount of money"
"What if he humiliate you, Humairah? He blamed us for his broken car that day, remember?" My uncle uttered.
"Yes, but he didn't recognise me I swear" I said trying to convince him.
"But what if he later does?" Aunty Aminah chimed with a wrinkled brow, she hadn't been talking since.
"He will never recognize me, In Shaa Allah (God's Willing)" I hopefully said, and that was it. They both approved the job switch and thus I had my beautiful sleep.
...
The next day, I went to work as early as possible. And by 12 in the noon, Ahmad Jaafar came to pick me up. He was surprised to see the same pizza girl as his new cook and whatever! He drove me to his house and I got to meet his wife, Hajiya Naziha. She was fair in complexion unlike me, and she was more beautiful than me in every other way. I was nothing compared to her. She was Kanuri by tribe and I was a combination of Hausa and Igala.
My first day at Ahmad Jaafar's house wasn't that bad. I literally thought I would be sleeping over in his house but that wasn't in our agreement. He told me his driver would be bringing me and taking me back home everyday. I didn't protest against it because I was new. Maybe someday I would do that!