Chapter 9 — Humairah

Satisfied with how good I looked in my blue polo top, blue jeans, and a face cap containing the logo of the restaurant I was working in, I bounced out of the house after having bade everyone goodbye. These days, I was the first to leave home and the last to come back. I was so happy, I really didn't used to have time for masturbation anymore!

"Where to?" A cabman asked as soon as I stopped him. He was a very old man.

"Kumbashi Restaurant, opposite Top Medical" I said storming into the cab.

"Alright" He said as we drove away.

It was a very slow ride, the old man was a very good Nigerian. He loved obeying traffic lights even in an empty street. I liked the idea at first but later got bored because I was already getting late.

We arrived at the restaurant quarter to 8am. I paid him and he drove away. Actually, it wasn't nice boarding his cab and I wouldn't board such a cab anymore!

"Good morning, everyone!" I greeted the brewers and waiters as I headed towards Madam's office to write my name in the time book as usual. She was so surprised to see me at such time, I normally used to show up around 7am dot but reverse was today's case. I was almost late. "It was the cab I boarded. The man drives slowly" I explained. 

"Eyyah (Alas)" She uttered.

I wrote my name in the time book and quickly left her office to the telephone unit, a place dedicated to deliverers of the restaurant. "Morning, Sam" I greeted my partner with a smile.

"Morning, Humairah" He sighed going through the delivery book. "Welcome!"

"Thank you, Sam" I sat close to him. "What orders do we have?" I asked.

"Coffee as usual. Both Cyril and Ali are on it, so relax for now" He calmly said.

"Alright" I huffed.

This was my third week at work, I should work even more harder so that Madam could pay me my full salary. She had asked me to choose between salary and wages, and I chose the former. Ali Imam said I was childish to even nurse the desire of choosing salary, but I preferred things in bulk!

Both Cyril and Ali came back hours later, thus Sam and I began our own delivery across the city. We started from Unguwan Sarki, up to Maitumbi with our van. He was the one driving while I deliver orders to people's doorsteps.

To cut the story short, we returned back at around 2pm. I was so exhausted. We had so many customers placing orders everyday, our restaurant was the best in the whole city and everybody wanted our food. That was a success to our boss.

Ring!

Ring!!

Ring!!!

The telephone began ringing. I was the one close to it so I stretched my hand and picked the call. "Hello, this is Kumbashi Restaurant's hotline. What can we do for you?" I said amicably.

"Ermm..." The person cleared his throat and continued. "Pizza, please!" He said.

That moment, my heart nearly missed a bit. Like, I mean, of course I knew that voice. It sounded like that of the handsome man that hit my uncle's car the first day I arrived at the city!

"Pizza? Okay, your address please!" I chirped hoping to hear his voice again.

"House number 57, Peace Garden!" He said.

With that, my heart flipped a little. He was actually the one! I mean, my uncle told me that day that his name was Ahmad Jaafar and he lived in Peace Garden...