IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

33; FAULTY.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Mika'il groaned again watching his friends around the airport walking around when they know they need to get ready for another flight three hours away. Ramadan is eating his away and not spending his time with Bushra and Anaan is taking a toll on him, his friends are not letting him off the hook. He's been meaning to take a leave but decide to do that after Ramadan, it will be much better then knowing everything he does is free. While fasting, he can't exactly do the things he wants to with his wife, he will wait. It's just a matter of few days, he will have his wife again in his arms.

He is tired of Zara already, she talks a lot and like pointing out Bushra's fault in everything she does. He stopped listening to her since she clearly don't understand when he says she should stop talking about his wife at all, she doesn't listen. That is the sole reason why he despise spending time with her, she is not that bad if she don't talk about his other wife. It's not like he has started liking her, but knowing she is also part of his forever, he tries his best to make it work not in a way he can waste his time or let his heart fall.

There is nothing to fall for anyway, his heart is not with him.

"Man, you should leave that room and stroll or the hunger will eat you more than it is doing now." One of his friends called out from the window, his hands holding onto a chilled coke, he swallowed thick gob of saliva. The guy is not a Muslim and he unconsciously making them regret being with him during Ramadan.

"Get out of here before I take that bottle and smash it on your head." He glared at him, his eyes turning away from the coke. He actually never liked the drink much but now, he wants to gulp down the whole thing down his parched throat.

"I know you are jealous of my drink, don't worry, I'll disappear from here." Sandro grinned widely then disappear down the tarmac like the vampire he has always been. Mika'il sighed, that is better than having him around with mouth filled with French fries all the time.

His phone rang in his pocket, he took it out hoping it was his wife but sadly, his mother is the one calling him. He sighed, he hopes he didn't do anything wrong to Bushra since that is why she always calls him to scold him like he is some kid. The woman and his first wife are like twin sisters, always at one another's hip. His siblings think she is the one born in their home while they are from some orphanage, they think their bond is too strong for just mother in-law and daughter in-law. He can support them in that, she takes her side instead of his all the darn time. But no, he is not complaining at all.

He is not complaining though, they are the two most important women in his life including his daughter. If they are not like magnet, he will be the one roaming around thinking about which one to please. He feels blessed to have them together, Allah has made everything easy for him and serve it in a silver platter. He could only say Alhamdulillah to that, nothing more could be said.

"Hello, Mom." He talked first thinking she's said something but she actually didn't. He was thinking too hard about everything nowadays, he don't know why he feels that.

"I won't talk to your wife because she's done something terribly wrong. I can't keep it inside that is why I'm telling you this and didn't call her to scold her. She knows what she did so I won't tell you about it. Talk to her when you get home, she will come meet me herself if she is conscious of what she has done." His mother ranted clearly displeased with whatever it is Bushra had done and he became restless.