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Miya, Ganjuwa LGA,
Bauchi State,
Nigeria.
6th July 2007.
Rabia didn't get the chance to meet her uncle that day, and so as the following days that followed. She thought of talking to Anty Maryama instead but she knew if she tried to get out of the marriage through that woman, she might just convince Baffa to marry her off that day. The woman is that wicked.
Obviously, Anty Maryama is out of the picture.
Friday came, and lucky for her he came back home a little bit early for whatever reason only he is aware of. As usual, she brought his food to him because Anty Maryama still wasn't back from the wedding she went to.
She waited till after he ate food first, she knew how grumpy he could be when someone tries to talk to him when he's hungry. After taking out the empty plates and silver bowl they use as food warmer, she walked back to the parlor where he was leaned back on the sofa. She watched as he brought out a cigarette and light it using a lighter Anty Maryama keeps beside the TV for reasons only known to her.
"Miye ne?" He asked as he placed the cigar between his lips and drew it in before exhaling, the smoke dispersing in the air.
Rabia scrunched her nose up. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to the smell of cigar. She always found it nauseating. She sucked it in though knowing if she missed this chance to talk to him, she might never get another one again. "Baffa daman I want to talk to you about something" she said as she fiddled with her fingers suddenly nervous. The way he was staring at her as he removed the cigar from in between his lips made her feel uneasy.
"About?" he asked after a while. He put the cigar back in his mouth and took another whiff of it. This time longer than earlier.
She blinked as her heartbeat escalated, "The wedding with Dan Liti"
He sat up slowly, his eyes slightly narrowed at her, "What about it?" he asked as he dabbed the end of the cigar on a small plate, successfully extinguishing the light from it. He didn't want to enjoy the euphoric feeling the cigar give shim when the girl is clearly trying to irk him.
"Baffa wallahi I can't marry him. Dan Allah kayi haquri, anyone but--"
"Da Allah min shiru!!" he yelled all of the sudden standing up from the sitting position he was in. "Why will you not want to marry him?"
She looked down, the fear she felt slowly eating her up. She thought of apologizing and just accepting her fate but she knew she'll live a more miserable life as Dan Liti's wife. "Baffa he's a bad man wallahi. He—"
