His Suitable Bride ✔

Chapter nine

  She  opened her eyes slowly, shut it back again, and slowly she let it open once again. She continued this particular exercise of hers for over a minute before she finally got accostomed to the fact that she wasn't in her room. She sat up on the bed to find herself in a grey abaya, who had taken off her clothes?

   "You're awake."

  Toni looked at where the voice had come from to see a young lady who looked to be the same age as her younger sister dressed in a colorful Ankara prints gown, she had a scarf with similar patterns tied on her hair in the popular Hausa style, and a white veil around her head. The lady walked over to where she was and sat on the couch beside the bed. "What happened? Where am I?"

  The lady smiled. "What happened was that you fainted, and you're at brother Nasir's house, his bedroom to be precise."

  Toni threw herself off the bed the instant she heard this, she just couldn't bear the thought of being in contact with anything that belong to a vile man like Nasir. She calmed herself and tried to recollect how she got there in the first place. She remembered the officers bringing her to Nasir's mansion, and the argument she had with him, and then nothing. Her hand went to her tummy trying to feel if her baby was still there.

   "Your baby is fine. How do you feel now?"

  "I feel oddly refreshed, not as tired as I was, what time is it?" She looked around the room, trying to find her dress.

  "The doctor was here to check up on you." The lady walked around the big four-poster bed and tried to lead her back to the bed, but she refused. "You can't go around not eating, you're pregnant. It's not really good for the baby."

   "Are you a doctor?" She sassed.

  "No, I'm a nurse. My name is Fatimah, I'm brother Nasir's cousin," she stretched her hand forward for an handshake. Toni accepted the handshake for courtesy sake.

  "Where is my wristwatch? I need to check the time since you aren't quite interested in telling me what time it is," Toni said, arms akimbo.

  "It's 4pm," Fatimah said.

  "Great," she breathed out on relief. This means she could still meet up for the 7:15pm flight to Lagos. She looked around the big room to find her things. "Where is my clothes, bag, and shoes? I need to leave."

   "Leave?" Fatimah asked, looking bewildered. "I thought..." She stopped whatever she was going to say and sighed. "The family wants to see you."

   "Family? What family?" She asked, getting impatient.

  "Everyone in our family, they have being waiting for you to wake up," she explained.

  "Really!" She huffed. She at this point wondered if all his family already knew about the pregnancy. Toni weighed all of her options carefully, she could just walk out now and find her way back to Lagos, fuck Nasir and his family. Or she could go see what they had to say, and still leave all the same. She wanted to go with the first option, but the good child in her wouldn't let her leave a group of what she wanted to believe as elders hanging.

  "Okay, where is my dress though? I feel weird in this." Toni pointed to the Abaya she was wearing.

  Fatimah got up and walked over to the sitting room part of the room. She took her time then to assess the whole room, and the first thing that came to her mind was the single fact that it was expensive. Simple but classy, the room was large, obviously the Masters bedroom. It was painted white and every single furniture in the room was black, giving the room that classy effect. There was a mini mosque at one corner of the room, definitely the place Nasir prayed. A part of her wanted to explore the room and find out what was behind each of the doors in the room, but she stopped herself, reminding herself that the owner of the house was an asshole.