Misfortunate (Completed)

Chapter Forty-Seven: La Familia

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"Check on the rice, ask them to serve it if it's ready." Bashir nodded, got up from where he was working on his laptop. He set it down on the dining table and I spied the drawing of a set of detached duplexes, I shook my head. Baba and Bilal are the same in the terms of work, they work until the very last minute. I've noticed the short time I've been here that Bashir's forms of entertainment are only designing houses and designing more houses.

"I've asked them to do as you said." He informed and picked up his MacBook that he had perched on the table beside me. He leaned into my side and dropped his laptop to pick up the Happy Birthday sticker I was cutting out the excess paper from. Munir, my second brother-its still a little confusing referring to him as that- designed it with paint, glitter and sticker paper.

I looked at him, an exact copy of Baaba, complete with the straight as pin nose, dark skin and moderate sized forehead. He helped me cut carefully into a huge 'B' and laid it on the letters I'd cut into earlier. We worked slowly without speaking, until he asked me when my birthday was.

"Soon. Why do you ask?" He looked at me with a soft  smile but shook his head shyly without replying me. Only laying down the scissors and leaving with his laptop, I looked at the time and cut faster, I need to change into a skirt and blouse I had made especially for this event. It's my father's birthday, no one would blame me if I go all out.

Falmata's voice reached me from the bigger living room, discussing with the photographer setting up and I couldn't help but smile. The girl has ambitions to be an event planner, she's doing an already great job from what I've seen. Everything is going along according to time.

"Ha, Yaya, aren't you done? The makeup artist is here fa. Please let me finish this up, you go dress up and sit to get your makeup done. Baaba can come now and say he doesn't want pictures or something, especially once we are late or eating into his definition of time." She had come in while I concentrated on cutting the letters and had reached me. I looked up, patted the mess on my floor length crepe skirt off and handed her the scissors to continue cutting, only two letters remained anyways.

"My aunt is coming to dinner. With my step uncle, I'll give you a heads-up, he doesn't like you. My step uncle feels what I think is contempt for you." I stopped in the motions of wearing my slippers and sighed, nodding gently before going into another door that led down the hallway to room they'd given me.

Who would have thought Labeebah, Sheriff turned Bakura would have a room at the vice Presidential villa? No one right? Only Allah maybe, He knew and planned each day till I got here.

"Aunty, I've shaken out the attire and put it on your bed. The makeup artist is waiting in the main living room downstairs, she's setting up." I nodded and patted Meemah's arm with a smile, she jerked me from the reverie I was in. She's the maid I know the most around here, she's also very helpful.

I sat on bed and took out my travel purse and began to rub cream into my dry legs, ensuring that I worked cream into my skin. I got up and went into the marble tiled bathroom to change my into my classic Borno skirt and blouse boubou. It's a teal lace with little black applique flowers embroidered on it, the sleeves are wide and beautiful, just the way I like them, the style used to be popular in the late nineties  because I saw my mom and Ma wear them in several styles.

I walked out of my room, my black sandals dangling from my hands and a small scarf around my head and neck. I reached the living room and met the make-up artist removing the transparent cover from Falmata's neck with a flourish.