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Me: “I met her through my friend Mike. At first, I thought they were dating, so even when we liked each other, I kept my cool. You know I can’t betray my guy for a woman.”Instructor: “Okay, so how did you end up together?”Me: “Turns out, she and Mike were just acquaintances nothing more. They were acting to keep her toxic ex away. One day, I caught her and her ex fighting. He tried to beat her, so I beat him up. She was in so much pain I couldn’t let her go, so she stayed at my place while we planned to catch him off guard and send him to the police. We lived together until we got used to each other… then we started dating. Actually, talking about the police we completely forgot. I don’t think it’s even necessary now. I’m here. I’ll protect her.”Instructor: “You seem to really like her.”Me: “What’s the point of dating someone if you don’t?”Instructor: “I hope she likes you too.”Me: “Yeah, she does. She’s loyal, beautiful, intelligent… she deserves all the love.”While we were ta

I left the office. It was getting late, so I headed to pick Ann up from her friend’s house. On the way, I stopped at an ice cream shop and got her different flavors of ice cream and cake, along with samosas and other small chops. I also picked up a mixed flower bouquet before driving over.When I arrived, they were in the kitchen, cooking and chatting.Ann: “How is he feeling now?”Hijabi Girl: “Better. The operation was successful. He’s being discharged soon.”Ann: “But I’m still angry with you. Your younger brother was having surgery, and you didn’t even tell me.”Hijabi Girl: “No, baby, that’s not it. You’d just had that fight with your mom, and with your ex causing trouble… I thought you weren’t emotionally okay. I wanted to let you heal. You can still see him when he recovers. I’m sorry I never wanted you to feel left out.”I rang the doorbell, interrupting them.Ann: “Are you expecting anyone?”Hijabi Girl: “No… You’re my only friend. Who else would come?”Ann: “Your husband?”H

Hamida: (Turns to face me) “At least you cleaned up the mess. I just want you to know that the only reason you have a chance with my best friend is because I’m not a man, and we’re not lesbians. I can take care of her myself if you’re incompetent.”Me: “Yeah, I understand. I’ll do my best.”Hamida: “Good. Nice doing business with you.” She shook my hand.God, I never expected the multiple versions of Hamida. cute and innocent one moment, possessive and fierce the next. Wait, was I still crushing on her? I don’t think so. She’s Ann’s best friend; I can’t be the reason they fight. I’ve channeled my feelings to see her more like a sister-in-law, because I know she’ll always be on Ann’s team. Yes, Hamida is a girl’s girl. Thank God I’m minimizing losses. Even if there’s still some subtle emotion left, I know it’ll die soon. I can’t crush on someone and uncrush on them in one day.It was getting late. Hamida wanted us to stay, but we had to go home and prepare for the next day.We didn’t c

First of all, let me say this: In this life, once you’re born a man, you have suffered.First, they cut part of your penis as a child, all in the name of circumcision. Then you have to be strong enough to face school bullies and protect your younger siblings. You have to study hard, pass your exams, and be responsible enough to uphold your family’s reputation. And woe betide you if you’re the first son of a wealthy family, you’re groomed from a young age to be the heir, put through self-defense training, taught to lead.Then you grow into an adult and still have to find a girlfriend, fight mental and emotional battles you absolutely cannot lose. Because tell me who in hell are Mildred and Clora? Oh, it’s Clara, she said. Do they even exist? Or are they just mannequins from a boutique window?The messiest part is, God help me if I don’t play along with Hamida. I’m finished. How do I prove I’m worthy of Ann?Even Ann was shocked. We looked at each other before it clicked that Hamida was

Ann: "No, baby, that's too impromptu. Hammy might have other plans. Maybe her husband is back, maybe"Me: "Hey, hey, hey, princess. If you don't want to go, it's fine. I understand. But I don't want you sleeping alone."Ann: "I can take care of myself." She said nonchalantly Me: "I know. But I won't rest. So here's what I'll do: I'll send my assistant to sleep over in the guest room, with two of my personal bodyguards."Ann: "Baby, that's really not necessary. It's okay. I know you'll be back first thing tomorrow, once Mommy's home."Me: "Princess, I can't compromise on your safety."Ann: (Accepts the situation) "Okay, baby."Me: "Good. What do you want for dinner?"Ann: "I don't know. I'm not hungry."Me: "Okay. I know what to do."Still on the call, I asked her to hold on, muted my line, and used my other phone to call my assistant. The phone I rarely used apart from work. He was probably sleeping, about to sleep, or having family time but I didn't care. I decided I'd give him a bo