Dia Ameera Romane & Geschichten

“Dia sudah berangkat.” ***

A Few Days Later Amira was happily shopping at a mall, her mood lifted by the pleasant buzz of retail therapy. She hummed a little tune as she picked out a new dress, some accessories, and a few cosmetics. At the counter, she chatted lightly with the cashier, feeling quite satisfied with her purchases. She paid for her items and was heading out, her bags swinging by her sides when she heard a voice scream, "Mommy!"

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

Amelia paused for a second, “He’s old?” “No. He should be around his mid-thirties” I correct. “Yeah yeah, Icy blue eyes, nerve-racking physique, why do I feel like I know who you are talking about” Amelia says with a mischievous smile dangling on her lips. My brows furrowed in confusion as I stared at her. She pulled back getting up and picking up her phone from the table. “It has to be Alexandra Di Mario, New York's hottest billionaire. Rumors have it that he’s ruthless, powerful, and has zero relationship records” she informs as she types on her phone.

You look beautiful. Darius said, his voice soft but full of admiration. As Amara walked over to where he stood beside the sleek, black Mercedes. She wore a fitted black dress that hugged her curves, accentuating her elegant figure. Her long red waves cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were painted a bold crimson. Though her outfit was simple, she looked stunning, so breathtaking that Darius couldn't take his eyes off her. Amara smiled at his compliment, her gaze sweeping over him. In return, Darius was dressed in casual jeans that fit him perfectly, paired with a fitted navy blue shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders.

“Wow. Using me for my money?” “Obviously,” I said dryly. “You’d do the same.” I was still chewing the last bite of pancake when Amara leaned across the table, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Adrien,” she said solemnly, like she was about to propose a serious mission. “Are you open mindeu?” I froze, fork halfway to my mouth. “What?” She grinned wider. “Put your number in my iPhone 16 Pro Maxeu… so we can get married.”

Then came the moon goddess and Roxy and hell even Damien. Now I don’t know if I should add another entry in the Miss beauty contest. Amara. I mean who named these people? Ravenna, Amara, Diana? They sound like fucking aristocrats and I am just a lowly humble peasant. Amara just hugged Damien. Although I don’t know if I could call it a hug or not, she and him were embracing each other for another long minute. It didn’t take me long enough to know what Amara meant to Damien. Amara pulled away from him and looked at his face, then her surroundings.

amara : from when you both started dating don : recently but she said she will date to me officially after you people approval henry : I'm proud of my daughter amara : how old are you don : 29 years old henry : you're so much older than our princess (amara hitted on henry's thigh and glared at him to shut his mouth don simply smiled) amara : don't mind him dear he just don't know how to speak don : no problem mam it's okay amara : you can call me aunt or mom no need to be formal you're also like our princess to us don : thank you (amara looked at don he smiled in return and continued) don : thank you mom henry : I forgotten to ask what's your name these people in news instead of saying your