#3 [B]

She pulled down her legs onto the bare ground of Adamawa state. She inhaled the air and smiled, turning to look at her son that had his face tight since when their flight landed. Instantly, Mamitah fell in love with the state and its ambience.

"Let's get down, Maheer. I need to catch my plane back to Abuja today." She speaks with a french accent and acts with all grace a french woman would. She is Mashel LaPointe, the exquisite french wife of Alhaji Aliyu Shagari. Mother to the famous heartbreaker; Maheer Aliyu Shagari.

"Mamitah, would you stop being all giddy about this whole state, please? It seems that you can relocate back here with every chance you might get." He groaned and hopped out of the car in a swift movement.

Mamitah looked at him and smiled before she walked behind him to match his steps. She begged Daddy to buy this apartment for him because he kept saying it was him staying off-campus that instigated his naughty behaviours at the three different countries he went for studies. But what would she do other than beg? Because Maheer swore not to come to Adamawa unless he is to live off-campus.

"Let's get in, I know the gateman is here," she said and took his left arm in hers and they walked to the front door.

They knocked at the front door and waited until the gateman opened the door and bowed down to greet his boss. "Good evening, Hajia. I wish you had a very good trip?" He asked, standing up, as he ran to the car and began taking the luggage the driver was unloading from the car.

Maheer looked at Mamitah and let out a gruff, "You even got a gateman, so he could babysit me or what?" He knew she loved him even more than she loved herself, and that's why he got to do everything he wanted to do to her. Fully knowing his first time coming to this state wouldn't be good, he kept on begging until she made Daddy agreed that he wouldn't bring him here but her.

"It's just for security purpose, Maheer. Stop being a baby and man up, I'm leaving in the next thirty minutes. Malam Dayyabu! Can I have the keys to the house please?" She shouted to the gateman so he could hear her from where he stands at the gate, with Maheer's luggage in his hands.

"Yes, Madam." And he ran towards her and handed her the keys before taking the bags and he followed them inside with them.

Maheer looked around the living room and an unexpected breath escaped his lips. It was well furnished to his liking, and he knew it was the deed of Mamitah and Badra of course; because the bookshelf he saw at the right angle of the living room with all his favourite authors' new books he hadn't read-he knew Badra has a hand in this.

"Like the place?" Mamitah asked and smiled, seeing how he was looking between the angles of the room.

He walked over the bookshelf and pulled out a pair of the book "I love it, Mamitah! Ya Allah!" He was smiling widely, long forgetting that this was the Adamawa he hated coming to with every fibre of his being, but here he is; smiling widely as if he had been taken to a country where he could skydive to his fill. Or he was taken to a top of a hill when it's dark and stars are adorning the sky, so he could star see until his eyes ache.

"Come, boy, you need to see your room! You're going to love it more!" Mamitah spoke excitedly, and he knew she wouldn't be excited about anything.

He placed back the book into its place and followed her to where she walked into. It was a small corridor, leading to two rooms facing each other. Whoever comes out of a room would have to see himself in the dazzling contour mirror pinned beautifully on the wall.

Maheer stopped at the mirror and flicked back his curly hair away from his eyes. He smirked, knowing that he has already loved this place more than anywhere he has been to in his life.

"Let's enter, Maheer." And he followed her into the room she said was his.

"Wow!" He awed, unable to move forward into the room. It was lavishly furnished, everything to his taste and colour; Black! It was only the curtains that were silver. Man, he could drool over this room, just like how girls drool over the sight of him!

The bed was at the centre, above it was a huge window with mind blogging curtains adorning it. At the right side of the bed was a small corner and then the bathroom. On your way to the bathroom, there were Beautifully framed pictures of him and his family. Him and Mamitah, him and Badra, the last vacation they went together. Him and Badya while she grimaced her face annoyed at how he hugged her. Him together with both of them as they smiled to the camera. Him and Mamitah when they last went to Paris. Him and Daddy at Makkah, his last umrah.

"I love this, Mamitah!" He squealed and hugged her from where she stood, waiting for his reaction since he started staring at the pictures placed on his wall.

She laughed and left him looking at the left side of the room, there were two wall-length pictures of him! One while he was skydiving, and the other; he was at the top of a hill in Mumbai, staring at a sky full of stars! He drooled over that!

Maheer went back to where Mamitah was looking at his reaction with a smile playing on her lips and hugged the living daylight out of her! "Mamitah I love this place! I want to live here forever!" He squealed and hugged her again.

"Wait...where's the wardrobe?" And it hits him now, he hasn't seen the wardrobe. Because directly opposite his bed was his mirror filled with the things they knew he loves.

"Push those two pictures, you might be surprised." And he was because there was a whole damn walk-in closet with half of it filled with Kaftans!

"I'm not wearing any of these!" He groaned but was still awed at the whole house.

"Daddy's work, he said here they respect you more when you were them. So.." she let the words trailed off and shrugged her shoulders.

Maheer guided her back to the room and sat down at the resting sofa at the angle. "How do you do all these, Mamitah? I couldn't remember you coming to Adamawa or anything."

"There are interior designers you know? And there's nothing money buy in this damn world!" He chuckled and hugged her again, he loves the french in her!

"Let's go and see the kitchen, then I'll leave. You can explore the whole house." And they silently walked to the kitchen! It was huge and lavish.

He smiled widely ad looked at her. "But you know that I don't even know how to cook right? What's the use of it? But I love it still." He was checking the counters and found them all filled with groceries.

"I expect you to have friends who can cook. They shouldn't be bad friends please."

"I only eat homemade foods!" "You only eat homemade foods!"

They shouted at the same time and looked at each other. They haven't talked about it until now when there is never a way out. He could eat all sort of desserts, drinks, and whatever it is outside but never normal food. Breakfast, lunch and dinner should be homemade.

"We can hire you a maid that could cook and even clean the house. Remember, there's nothing money can't do and buy. Case closed."