NOT AGAIN!!!!

32

Day twenty-two; Ramadan.

Zarah's p.o.v

I was on my Salah mat, I just finished my morning supplications, I thanked Allah for all he'd done—for giving me and bringing back my love. I glanced at the digital wall clock, it was 5:56 am in the morning. I had nothing to do really, I am living the most luxurious life now.

I clicked on the Instagram app on my phone and I was welcomed by tons of post—I haven't been checking Instagram for a while now—since things have been hard. A notification from Yasmin, she posted a new video, my video? And also their engagement photos.

I stopped following her, not because I was jealous, but I was kind of not cool with her.

I'll admit, I am jealous.

My mind drifted back to him—Abubakar, I wanted to see his face again, I searched his name on the search bar, it took some seconds, there it was @Abufazza, I quickly followed him, he had tons of picture of him, in France, on the horse, his trophies and with his mother, Sheikha.

I saw his mother for the first time, she was a beauty. I scrolled down and I saw another picture, The Prince and another lady, I guess that's the Prince's late girlfriend.

I clicked on another picture of his, and my throat dried up, he was handsome, I mean very handsome.

I was so caught up with his handsome face that I didn't notice a new notification, I clicked on the new notification, twas a meme going viral. And what the! My face was on it?

The meme says :)

'I'm a niqabi and a really great kisser, call me if you want to have a good time'

And you guessed it right, my digit was boldly written on the meme,

* Ring*

My phone rang, I should be expecting what I'm seeing now, a call from an unknown number, I picked the call, my mistake.

"Hey baby girl, I'm gonna treat you right, wanna have some fun tonight? " The voice of the caller said, and I could sense lust from his voice.

Pervert.

His voice was so rough and deep, I felt disgusted hearing his voice.

"Wrong number!"

That was the only thing I could say as I hung up, I'll kill anybody responsible for this. My phone rang again, I won't pick up this time, I glanced at the screen and it was Uthman, I was hesitant to pick the phone call.

I picked it, after five good rehearsals of what to say if it was another pervert, even though I saw Uthman's name, my instincts still wanted me to be alerted.

"Salaam Zarah!"

Oh God, it Uthman, I'm relieved,

"Hey Uthman, whats up!"

"I saw that meme, It was embarrassing, who ever did this must pay, and we are suing them, ain't we?"

"Thank you Uthman, but I don't want to take it too hard, I mean, we don't know who did this..... " I was interrupted as a new notification popped up, @Abufazza just posted a picture.

"I'll call you back Uthman." I hung up, I clicked on the notification, why was I curious to know what he posted?

My jaw literally dropped as I saw what he posted, he reposted the meme going viral, and he captioned;

'Oh the taste was heaven, it was great 😀😋'

Oh my God! Talking about a jerk, he was on his knees yesterday and today he is supporting a network troll? We haven't even kissed, why would I kiss him, I'm not a flirty bitch like Yasmin.

He did it again, and this time he'll pay,  dearly!

* * * * *

"Yasmin! Yasmin!" Prince Abubakar barged in Yasmin's room without knocking.

"You should at least knock, what if I'm naked?"

"Thank Allah you're not, and I want to make one thing clear, you can't be snooping around with my phone, because we are not married yet!"

"Technically, we are like husband and wife now, you've paid my bride price, and I didn't invade your privacy, have a sit Abu." Yasmin said as she pulled Abubakar on a bouncy and fluffy sofa.

"Rest my darling, you just got discharged yesterday, don't stress your hormones." Yasmin said.

"Yasmin, you commented on that meme, right?" Abubakar held his head, he had migraine due to the car crash. His face still had bruises from the cuts he had the other day.

"I commented, that doesn't mean I'll repost it on your moment,"

"How do you know that that was what I'm talking about, why are you still lying?" Abubakar said as he had no choice than to sit not to worsen his migraine.

"It wasn't me, I swear, you are super secretive, how would I know?"

"You said you'll think about the question I asked you, what is the answer? "

"I am not gonna be fine with it, I don't wanna share my spouse with any one..... Abubakar I love you and I know you also do, so please stop talking about another bride." Yasmin said.

"I'm the Prince, I'll go now, and Yasmin if I later find out you lied, I'll make you pay." Abubakar threatened as he walked out, probably to get ice, because his head was killing him.

"Oh Allah, just this one thing, give it to me, give me all of Abubakar!" Yasmin prayed selfishly—or not?

* * * * *

"You might be over reacting Mrs Rahman, I don't see the reason why Prince Abubakar will do that, I mean, he was here the other night literally crying," Dale said to Zarah as she kept staring at Abubakar's post.

"I know, right? I'm confuse Dale, I don't know what he'll do and what he won't, he is so hard to understand." Zarah said as she rested her head on the sofa and sighed heavily.

"Or, his Instagram account was hacked?"

"What now? Can it be possible?" Zarah asked happily

"Yes, it can..." Dale said and a notification pop up on Zarah's phone, it was a new comment on @Abufazza's post.

'Ringarde bitch 😂'

"How dare her call me a basic bitch." Zarah was angry.

Ringarde is a French word for basic. Who know Yasmin understand French.

"I'm not a bitch, I mean, I've got the Prince going head over heels for me, she is the bitch, always forcing herself on Abubakar." Zarah said with a determined grin,

"You're beautiful Mrs Rahman, so anybody will go heads over heel for you" Dale said as he sit.

"Thank you Dale, you're the first good friend I've got in Dubai." Zarah said with a smile,

"Shukran?"

"I think you two are perfect, you're made for each other, you guys are like bread and peanut butter, birthday and presents, woman and money?" Dale said.

Zarah scoffed. " Woman and money? that's not a good catch phrase, nah, it a wrong expression, You can say, gold diggers and money, I'm not a big money fan, I am a woman of respect, so Dale I'm different." She explained, "look I'm not saying I don't like riches, but not like a psycho. "

"I'm just kidding, Mrs Rahman,    please don't hurt the Prince, I've worked for him for seven years, and he have never called me Dale Yahaya or smiled at me, but yesterday he called me Dale Yahaya and smiled at me, you're a good influence Mrs Rahman, thank you for changing our icy cold Prince!" Dale thanked Zarah as he locked his eyes with Zarah's.

She adverted her gaze. "Yeah I know, all thanks to Allah, but why is he hurting me, I mean, he invited me to his freaking engagement!"

"I thought that was in the past, focus on the future Mrs Rahman!" Dale said,

"I'm Zarah, stop being casual, I'm like you, a worker, not a royalty.'' Zarah said as she yawn.

"Not yet.. Okay, Zarah."

"That's more like it!" Zarah smiled.

"I heard the Prince bashed Uthman's face." Dale gossiped.

"What? Why?"

Uthman shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, but that will be the second fight between the Prince and Uthman,"

"What? Second fight? What happened?"

"Yeah, Uthman was caught hacking into Prince Abubakar's cloud, to retrieve the Prince's embarrassing photo, it was like two years ago now."

Dale said like a nit.

"Dale, why didn't you say this earlier, so Uthman and Abubakar are mortal enemy, and you said Uthman is a hacker." Zarah said trying to look for clues like 'Nancy Drew'.

"Wait a minute, why didn't I thought of it since, Uthman is the troll." Dale said in a high pitched voice.

Author's note

Hey y'all, how was yah day my awesome readers, I told you guys the fun was just starting, and look, it had just started.

Are you guys getting the clues, I'm getting it, I think Uthman hacked the Prince's account and he can't do that alone, he must have some accomplices.

Who are his accomplices, let's find out in the next chapter.