Chapter 7 Mr. President

Damola's POV

Ammm, I love you..... Ade said

My heart skips, am I hearing things right now? My face turned pale

WOW! You are so blunt that I can't hide my blushing face right now. I knew it, Mutalib said.

Hahaha, John and Mennah laughed.

What are you guys thinking, I am sure that is not what she meant, I said looking straight at her

To be sincere, Ade is beautiful.

Even in her hijab, she manages to make a man's heart skip, Nofisat method of dressing is very ideal.

She has an oval face shape, a medium round nose, and a little hair on her brow, she has natural long eyelashes, her eyes shaped like an eagle, and a pure white eyeball. She is tall, like that of a model, and bless with brown shiny skin. Skin-like cream.

This is not the first time I am meeting her, I know she did not recognize me.

I saw her at the ICT, I was one of the students in the queue that day.

I thought she was a Lecturer, and I was hoping badly that I should meet her again, maybe it was love at first sight.

I found out she is a student this morning, and heaven blesses us together she's even in my department, she sat beside me this morning, this is not a twisted fate. I thought as I looked at her

I am serious, is that not assuring enough, she said.

Don't mind him, he never got a girlfriend in his life, so he is surprised indeed the pa... Ade cut in between Mutalib's words.

What did you mean by girlfriend? She asked.

I don't understand, don't you confess to him right now? Mutalib said.

I was shocked too, don't she confess, or... I was curious.

What is wrong with you all, so no one can think normal? She said as she laughed.

Her laughter was beautiful.

I was disappointed, it's not a confession. wait am I in love right now, I snap to reality, knowing this is not right, what is wrong with me, I thought.

I knew what she meant. I said

Playboy, you are thinking too much.

I love you all as friends, we are trying to make him confine in us, so that we can help him achieve his target, I don't know what to say, I simply said I love him, to make him feel assured. Nofisat said.

But that word is too heavy, mutalib said.

To be frank, Damola is not even my type, he is not even close, Ade said.

I don't know why her words hurt. Finally, we arrive at the cafeteria.

Ade's POV.

After my new friends misunderstood my words, Damola changed. I didn't know what he is thinking, but he seems mad, maybe he is angry with me, I thought. He eats very little in the Cafe and talks no more.

Why did you all keep mute? Mennah asked as we take our sit under a tree on the school premises

So Damola what is your goal? John asked.

I want to become a president. He sounded serious.

PRESIDENT!! I asked.

That's not what he means, he wants to be the department president in the next election, am I right Mutalib said

No, you are not, he said and paused.

We are all curious, what did he ... He distracted my thought.

I want to be the president of this country, Damola said.

We are not a kid anymore, stop making fake dreams, Mennah said.

Even if that's the goal, what the hell are you doing in Business Administration? John said.

Exactly, I uttered.

We promised to support him, let's hear him out first before you guys start your complaining. Mutalib said.

Thanks, playboy. How many presidents have you heard about their history, and in the history, it's said that they study political science? He asked.

No, I got his point well. None I said.

The rest nod their head in understanding, and we looked at him curiously to hear his plan.

Business Administration is the department with the highest population of students in this school, most people look down on this school, which makes it a better place for me. I have written down my story, and all I am doing is acting, I am only obtaining an image from this school, first I plan to be the class representative of my department. Damola stopped.

Wow, that's good I comment.

Continue. Mutalib said firmly.

If I become the class representative, that will make the whole of our classmates know and recognize me, the lecturer, and some other departments too. He said and take a breath.

Hmmm, John signed.

I will try to obtain the department's trust and the classmate's truth; That is, time of my leadership I will try to be a good leader. He said.

Is that a pretend or willing, Mennah said?

Whether it will be pretend or willing, my goal is to achieve their trust.

Departmental election will start when we got to the second level, the department vice president will be chosen in our class. He said

So you will try winning the election, and become the vice president of the department, John said.

Not try, I will become the department vice president. He said confidently.

He is so bold, I thought.

When we got to the third level, the school election will start.

The SUG president election and other posts will be available for third-year students.

I WILL BE THE SUG PRESIDENT; when I become the face of the school, we fight for our rights and meet politicians, and from there I will enter politics taking one step at a time until I meet my goal. Damola said.

That's a big dream, you have such a big vision. I said. Something I noticed from his behavior is that he is firm with every little thing he said. Damola is a guy of" I WILL DO IT" and a part of me is so proud of him

So what did you think we can do as a friend to help you? Mutalib asked.

Your trust and support. He said.

You have our trust.