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“Who the hell says that?” Sani whispered to me under her breathe.
“I don't like Haadi.” I murmured back, glaring at him as he moved around picking dirtily at every nook and cranny of the house much to Zidaan's dislike.
Sani grabbed my chin forcing me to look at her as she snarled sarcastically, “Which guy around me do you like anyway?! Especially you hate those whom I even pretend to care for.”
She looked comical to me but I had to bite back my smile as I answered defensively, “I love Zidaan. He is my bro.”
Sani scoffed, rolling her eyes,
“High talks coming for you! Should I say thank you for this little mercy? Maybe go down on my knees or kiss those lips that showered such words? Hmm?”
I leaned forward, winking at her as I said in a husky tone,
“I don't mind. At all.”
Sanu's face flushed in an instant, yet she tried to appear all put together.
“Hmph! Anyway, I don't like Haadi either.” She crossed her arms, puffing her cheeks, looking the other way.
As if suddenly remembering something, she sharply turned to me, saying in a curt voice,
“And why am I telling you this? You refused to even look at me due to that anger up your ass and now you are doing this all friendly bitching about...”
I blanched in outrageousness,
“I did look at you! Even touched you.” I leaned into her smirking, “Did you forget the ice cream? Maybe from now on I shouldn’t get you any. I will think of something else since you don't like it.”
Sani scowled giving me a look of betrayal, “About Haadi, frankly he is too boring for me to spare a thought on. For his irritating existence, you’ll have to complain God or his parents who gave birth to him. It’s not my fault. He is a God made burden on me. So like it or not, we have to grind our teeth and suffer. Just don't ever talk about denying me ice cre...”
I smiled in awe and amusement, making Sani stomp her foot and curl her lips at me in irritation,
“Arrggg!”
She moved to stand a little outside the back door. I laughed forgetting all about my annoyance on Haadi, and just remained silent, observing her antics as she stared at the sky, probably complaining to God about me. I was trying to hear some tid-bits of her loud self talks with God, like always, when Haadi tried to gain attention in a loud carrying voice,
“I'm so tired. What do we have for lunch here Umber?”
Umber looked at him in mocking admiration saying,
“Hello! Am I the chef or your pretend mommy? I did not recieve the memo.”
Haadi was bewildered.
Ibbi explained to him,
“She feels nauseous due to travelling. Stay away from her temper.”
Haadi just rolled his eyes and started moving in circles with hands in the air. Full drama.
“Forget about lunch or cooking, I can eat raw right now. I haven’t had any breakfast!” Haadi whined to no one in particular.
And his eyes fell on her,
“Sani get me something please.”
Sani marched towards him flabbergasted,
“Breathe! You have just arrived.”
