IN LOVE WITH MY STEP SEASON 3 EPISODE 5

 Episode 5 – The Guest

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Author’s POV
Life is all about the choices that will make and why we make them. You become a good person when you make more of a good choice but know we all make mistakes. – Zara

Farad – Sofiat?… She came quite early

Zara – who’s she? You’ve never spoke of her

Farad – she’s a new friend and I’m sure you’re going to like her.

Zara – she’s melancholy, I hope so… Go freshing up…. We are about to eat breakfast.

Farad – okay my love… (I got up from my bed and quickly freshened up to meet my guest)

I kept wondering if Sofiat would be comfortable around my family. How will I introduce her to my dad and step mom. I was a bit worried but I know I’ll come up with something. After bathing, I put on my favourite white Polo and black long sleeve top so after breakfast, Sofiat and I will have to drive to Adeiza’s place.

Sofiat – Hi Farad.. Good morning. I hope you slept well?

Farad – Yes I did. You look gorgeous in that red dress

Sofiat – (Blushing…) You got me with the compliment Farad. I hardly give in a smile but Thanks.

Farad – You are welcome… We are about eating you should join us.

Sofiat – Okay (she stood up and walk towards the dinning table)

I helped her with her chair to sit comfortably (just like in the movies) after doing the same for Zara. it’s a way of being polite to a lady.

Zara – (feeling a bit Jealous) So Sofiat how did you met with Farad?

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Sofiat – If I told you, you won’t believe..

I was so anxious to hear what she would but dad and step mom joined us on the dining.

Dad – Who’s this beautiful young lady?
 
She greeted my dad and step mom as they prepare to take a sit.

Step mom – I think that’s Farad’s friend, I heard when Priscilla came to tell Naomi Farad had a guest while we were in the kitchen.

Dad – Okay… You are welcome Young Lady… What’s your name?

Sofiat – I’m Sofiat

Step mom – What a nice name

Dad – You are a Muslim and I guess you are from the west?

Sofiat – Yes sir.

Dad – How are your parents?

Sofiat – I’m an orphan

We all felt heartbroken learning she’s an orphan and that’s the reason why she hardly put a smile on and talk less. She narrate how her family were murdered and she fell into coma for three years. It was really a tragic story and everyone was hoping to know more about her.

After the meal Sofiat and I prepared to leave. Zara kissed me and waved me bye.

Step mom – we hope to see you again soon.

Priscilla – Me too..

Sofiat – Inshallah… Thank you very much Sir/ma

Let’s get going Soffie… I’ll drive she said politely. That won’t be a problem I replied. I informed Adeiza we were on our way and in the next 20minutes we got there.

Farad – we are here…(she parked the car) This is Adeiza. Adeiza meet my friend Sofiat.

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Adeiza – (Smiles) I know Sofiat more than you know her.

Sofiat – it’s good to see you again John. (They hugged each other)

Adeiza – Now I do have a guest… Let’s go inside we have a lot to talk about….

Watch out for Next Episode…

Faridah (in her cell) heard footsteps coming towards her direction, so she waited to see who it was, behold she put a smile on.
Faridah – (smiled) What do we call this? I was thinking… “a surprise visit”…

To be continued…

Written by Masud Umoru

 

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