FATE

CHAPTER Thirty-five( part two)

Hello wattpadians😁, I hope you haven't blacklisted me. Its been a long long time. I had to go on hiatus because there was no inspiration to get going everything was just blank. I know its not an excuse but i will try and push to finish this book very soon because i owe it to you guys for being patient with me. To those of you who contacted me, thank you very much.

Recap: last chapter Nooriyya had discovered fahad to be her rapist and Abbad's father. Lets continue, shall we?

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The door pushed open and a round plumpy doctor came out dropping his facemask to his chin before addressing them.

"I am so sorry hajiya, there is nothing we could do to save the baby. We need to perform an evacuation to remove the remains from her body. This is the things we would need,"  He passed the list of items to Ammi saying," It should be brought  as soon as possible and also, the evacuation fees should be paid before we proceed,"  the doctor added, before turning and going back into the labour ward.

Ammi struggled to keep her calm by repeating Innaillaihi wa inna illaihirajiun. She turned her red questioning eyes towards fahad who looked disheveled and jumpy. His usual handsome face looking scruffy as if he had aged in the last few hours she had seen him. Wondering if he deserved her pity or not.

Turning to fahad, " ai sai ka amsa, ka wani zubawa mutane ido kaman wanda yayi wa sarki karya( you better come and get it, you are standing there looking like someone who had lied to the king)"

As if she woke him up from a deep sleep, he sprang into action. He collected the prescription and bill and went in search of the payment station and pharmacy.

Ammi just followed him with her eyes wondering what really transpired between the two of them after they left her house. She is very sure without a doubt fahad had done something terrible to the poor girl. She will make sure he pays for whatever he did. She will never stand for injustice even if it was committed by her own.

Just then umma arrived clad in a mustard yellow himmar. Her face etched with worry but she tried to appear calm and collected as always.

"Mariya, kin iso?( you've arrived) "

"Eh, I just came in from work, when i received the news. Hope its not her illness? What is happening?" She asked.

"Hmm, I am not sure what really happened. They left my house earlier today and nothing was wrong then. She was healthy and all of a sudden he called me talking frantically that they are in the hospital, there's blood everywhere that she's going to die,"

"I had to calm him and ask him to bring her to the nearest hospital and then text me the address because it seemed he couldn't even think for himself. They said she had lost the baby. sai hakuri"

"Hasbunallahi  wa niimal wakeel, Allah  sarki noorie, May Allah grant her shifaa" that was all ummah could utter.

They both stood in silence, sending silent prayers to Allah to grant Nooriyya shiffa.

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She slowly opened her eyes resting them on Ammi's face who immediately rose from the white rubber chair she was seated on and rushed to her side.

"Nooratu, how are you feeling? Do you want anything?" She asked all at once.

She managed  a weak smile, she looked really pale in a light pink shirt Ammi brought for her and a silk blue headtie. Her hand had a cannula linked to the drip above her head. "I am fine Ammi", she replied trying to sit up.

"Sannu Noorie" umma said with worry etched all over her face. Hearing her voice nooriyya looked over and immediately her eyes welled up with tears, "ummana, I have lost my baby" she crooked the tears falling rapidly. She couldn't stop them from falling even though she didn't want to but her heart aches too much not to cry.