After mum and dad died in a plane crash, I and Zayd had to struggle on our own to make the best out of life. In this process, Zayd meets Madinah and they continued their long-time relationship. Madinah, in the other hand has brain issues and can't differenciate between love and hatred. Controlling her temper is one difficult thing on it's own. Are they destined to be with each other? What happens when Madinah and Zayd start having misunderstandings? Finding out if they were really meant to be?...This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places, Events and Incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead are purely coincidental Do not distribute, publish, transmit, modify, display or create derivative works or exploit the contents of this story in any form. Please, obtain permission. Do not copy any part of this book. Plagiarism is a crime. Also, I dedicate

"May I have your order, please?" The waiter ordered. "Shall we order?" Zayd asked her staring at her beautiful pearl-like face and doe-like eyes. It was as if he was having dinner with the moon. "Yes, sure." She let out a soft smile, exposing her cute dimpled cheek. She collected the food menu from the waiter and ordered what she would like. Zayd couldn't help but to keep staring at her mesmerising beauty. "What should I ask you first?" He smirked, still staring into her eyes. There is so much I'm curious about. "Me too... It's nice seeing you, I was only 5 then... about 15 years now, right?" "Yes... It is. What about studies? What did you study? "Studies is fine... I'm through with my degree. I studied business administration and I'll be taking over dad's company after him. What about you?"

3 Days Later... "So you're going to meet Madinah today?""Yes..." His eyes immediately turns to me, looking kind of teary. "I can't help but to feel nervous.""Huh-huh... My twin brother is in love." I joked.He replied with a silly look. "So, have you called her yet?" "No, just email." "So how would you two meet? I mean how would you understand each other?..." "Don't worry, Zay. I'll call her when she gets here."I couldn't help but to smile... Since our parents passed away, it's been so difficult to see so much joy and happiness in Zayd's smile. He looks so cute with it. I stared at him lovingly. He seemed so happy. "You seem so happy, bro?""Yes, of course... I'm so happy, I'll finally meet the love of my life today. It also seems she has friends in Nigeria."

A Month later... I was watching an interview of the president Muhammadu Buhari on National Television Authority (NTA). It was an interesting Saturday program that I really loved. Grandmother was in her room having her usual afternoon nap when Zayd ran out of his room. I came rushing out after him with great enthusiasm. "Zayd! What happened?! Any problem?!" "No o, not at all." He said sweating pefusely.  Tears gathered in his eyes and he was rubbing his head confusedly. It's so strange of him, I couldn't figure it out. "But why are you acting this way?" "I had a nightmare! I'm scared, Zay! Dynah was going to die. I felt her breath slowly leaving her body, it was so real..." "Calm down Zayd. Why are you acting like a baby. It's just a dream, nothing more, please come inside." I pleaded. "No... I can't. How would I

It was a cool afternoon. One of those days that early afternoons would grow enough to look like late evenings -The time when one could mistake Thursday to be a Saturday...Madinah and Zayd decided to go for a simple stroll outside the hotel, under the warm sun, side by side, the way lovers usually do. The yellow sun hide under the thick clouds as if it was shy about their little romance. Of course, there's nothing as beautiful as roaming the streets of Lagos with someone you truly love so much... You'll end up rather impressed than disappointed.Madinah wore a tight black leggings and a long, purple, indian-gown with a black pashmina that fits her well. She hanged her long-armed, purple purse and wore a shiny, black sneakers to match the outfit. Zayd on his own was wearing a casual, white polo shirt and a black jean. This outing was what Madinah needs at least, to Zayd. He stared at her from time to time, admiring how gorgeous she looked even withou