She watched Nabila cross the parking lot to her Grand Cherokee; her phone began to ring again. Jordin Sparks was screaming on her ringtone to get armour because love was a battlefield. Rabi couldn't agree more, still each time the ring tone died down, it started again because Jamal Mujahid would not stop calling. Please stop she pleaded silently, leave me alone, haba you're married to my sister. Still Jordin sang on...it was as though he was hitting redial repeatedly. A car honked and Rabi looked up to see her sister drive by her slowly, dialling a number. She was sure it was Jamal's. He must not have picked up his wife's call because her phone still rang. Nabila waved and drove off. As Rabi put on her seatbelt; a text came in:
Rabi I meant everything I said last night. Please pick up. Jamal
In the two minutes Rabi Bello stared at the text message, her brain comprehended a lot of information. Her heart dreamt up a couple of wishes and her memory dragged up a few mentionable events. In the end, her hatred for two seemingly innocent materials became absolute: Rain and John Mayer. As long as Rabi lived, she would never again merge the two together. It did not matter how well your intentions or how high your priorities, morals could even be the most uptight. The mixture of those two dreadful components was the catalyst to her current predicament. She just wished with all her heart someone told her...