Chapter three

FLASHBACK

"you?"

" the spoilt brat? "

We shouted in surprise at the same time. 

Rahama stood tall acting like M. S presence isn't affecting her. But deep down her mind she was actually scared. He folded his hand over his chest, with a smirk that makes him look more handsome 

How can one act like a devil and also look good at the same time?  ....she thought 

" what is the young lady doing in my territory, don't tell me you came to insult me again princess"

" Don't call me that" she said in a firm voice. 

He move closer and looks at her directly in the eyes. 

" what if I don't, what will you do. Will you slap me again and run off to tell  daddy" 

She felt so uneasy with his closeness, so she move to the other side. 

" where is my car? " she asked instead after remembering what actually brought her to the mechanic's shop. 

" which car are you talking about?"  a confused M. S asked 

" The one my driver brought for you in the morning or you want to tell me you didn't receive a car from someone named Garba . Well, we all know that people like you can do and undo "

" why are you always this bitter to people like me. Why can't you talk in a civilized way" he glared at her. 

She didn't answer him instead she eyes him up and down then stretched out her hands for her car keys. 

" My car keys" 

He didn't answer , he only look at her like he was trying to understand something about her. Rahama feels uneasy with the way he was scrutinizing her. 

" hello, is someone there" she decided to bring back his attention by wave at his face .  He came out of his thoughts and  hand her car keys to her without uttering any word.

" aren't you surprised that fate made us meet twice the same day" he cockily let out and She scowled at him

" stop saying rubbish and tell me how much is my bill" she brought out her cheque book from her hand bag.

" Never mind, let it be a treat from me to you" he doesn't know what was stopping him from collecting the money when he actually needs it. 

" you better take the money because I don't give a damn how much I spend, you also look like you need the money. At least buy something good to wear not this rag you call cloth" she pointed and  then wrote down a cheque of hundred thousand Naira and hand it  to him. He didn't collect it instead, he was looking at her in shock because of what she said to him. She insulted his clothing ,how dare her. 

Rahama then drop the cheque on the stool she sat on before, since he refused to collect it and then turn to leave. 

" young lady" a angry M. S called out in an angry voice while rahama turn to answer him with questioning eyes.

He took the cheque and walk up straight to her. He tore the cheque into pieces and then threw all the torn piece of paper at her. She was shocked beyond belief that this crazy man here, who she wrote a cheque note of hundred thousand naira dares to tore it and threw the  pieces at her? 

He is crazy. She felt so insulted especially now that people where watching them. Some where pointing at her and making fun of her. 

" Next time try to act and speak nicely to people, if not you're going to regret it all your life" she stood agape

She was seething " you stupid man " she went forward to slap him for the second time today but he had a quick reflex this time, he held her hand quickly before it meet his face. 

" Don't ever raise your hand on me ever again. If not I'm going to break this hands of yours" she swallowed and drew her hand back

She glares at him and he did same. Rahama hissed and turn to walk to her car full of disgrace. I hate that man. She has never hated anyone as she hate this particular man. 

END OF FLASHBACK 

" wow, this is actually serious" a baffled yasirah said. 

Rahama got angry at this " is that the only thing you could say?"

Yasirah noticed her anger " no, I'm just processing what you've just told me. But for me I think you were at fault, you shouldn't have insulted him. You were quick to judge, had it been you come off nicely the man would have apologized. He was also wrong by tearing the cheque and throwing it on you." she added the last statement, just to make rahama happy.

Truth be told, rahama was at fault in general, she was way too rude and a spoilt brat. She wish she was there to see rahama's reaction when the poor man tore the paper and threw it at her. Yasirah internally laughed. 

If rahama wasn't picking on her nails she would have catch on that yasirah was laughing at her. She was busy sad at the fact that no one supports her even her dad scolded her. Now, yasirah even sound like her once best friend, sakeenah. 

They all make me sick