CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Three months later.

Naya stood in front of the full length mirror that was on top of an old non-functioning microwave. She was stark naked except for the yellow panties and bra. Beads of water dripped from her strawberry blonde hair down to her shoulders.

She pushed few rogue strands of hair behind her ears and wiped the bead of water that was about to enter her eyes. The other beads of water, Naya allowed to fall freely all over her body.

She ran her index finger on the scar just above her hair line. The scar was almost fading. Naya blinked and looked away from the mirror. She opened the wooden wardrobe and took out the navy blue towel that was folded among the pile of towers on the lower right side of the wardrobe. Some people might say she had a thing for towels since she had about twenty of them.

Naya went back to stand in front of the mirror. This time she wrapped the towel on her head enclosing the strawberry blonde hair. Naya looked closely in the mirror and a pair of blue eyes attached to an oval face starred back at her. The oval face had a perfectly fitted small lip. Naya was tall with a slender athletic body.

With the towel on her head removed, the strawberry blonde hair fell to her back with some strands of hair covering her left eye. Naya ran her hand through her hair, it was silky and luscious and the shampoo she used smelled great. The shampoo cost a fortune, importing it from New York wasn't exactly the best financial decision but the shampoo was really good. It was Naya guilty pleasure.

Naya's room was bigger than Jason's. She had the room painted burnt orange with a touch of cream color. The light green curtains had golden strips and flowering design. The king sized bed had a matching color with the wall. A burnt color bedspread with just a little touch of golden thread carefully knitted spelling the word 'N-A-Y-A'.

To lessen her guilt for get some many nice things for herself while most of the orphans had none, Naya got presents for all the children in her care.

A knock on her door got Naya scrambling for the light blue spaghetti strap top and short pant inside the wardrobe. She barely pulled her short pant up when the door opened and someone pushed their way in.

'I don't remember asking you to come in' Naya said hand akimbo at the intruder.

'Sorry…I found her in my room and I am returning her'

Jason entered Naya's room holding Nolani like a piece of luggage he couldn't wait to pass off to the nearest passenger.

'I didn't know you were back from Chicago' Naya said and took the child from him

When Naya first met Jason three months ago, she didn't think much of him. That day, she turned to see him placing plates on the table like she instructed, thinking he was the help; her heart missed a beat. Not that she was head over heels in love with him but her first thought was that he was a handsome devil, a heartache waiting happen and her response was to stay away from him.

'I came back few minutes ago and guess who was hiding in my room again?' Nolani giggled and grabbed Naya's hair in a fascinated manner.

'You were a brunette the last time I saw you or was my eyes playing tricks on me?'

Jason stared at Naya's hair. Without giving Naya a notice, Jason ran his hand through her hair. Naya was taken aback and she removed Jason's hand from her hair. She took the towel and wrapped it around her head.

'I just washed the dye off few minutes ago. If you haven't noticed kids tend to pull my hair when I am a blonde and so I dyed it'

Nolani looked from one adult to the other, she lost interest in their conversation and she calmly made her way outside towards the noise that was probably coming from the playground.

'Dying such a beautiful hair almost seems criminal. Blonde looks good on you, don't dye it anymore' Jason said and looked around the room.

Naya was astonished, she didn't know whether she should be happy that Jason loved her natural strawberry blonde hair or to be mad that he was giving an unsolicited advice to her.

'If my room is the VIP room, I am wondering what your nicely furnished room is called'

Jason felt right at home on Naya's soft bed.