Blooming

12.

𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘.
𝑊𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝐼𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ. 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠 ❤

𝑬𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑳𝑫 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑺

She tossed and turned on the bed restlessly after seeing them off, she was filled with emptiness and sadness. Since her return, this was the closest she had come to her old life If you remove meeting Maimuna.

She headed straight to the toilet after seeing them off where she had shed more than a few tears. Now under the covers, she could not bring herself to sleep. Her head was filled with the thoughts of her own Family. Her siblings. Did they think about her ? Did they talk about her when they were together or did they sometimes wonder were she was?

There was the sudden need to see them, to hear their voices. Sleep came finally and saved her from the pool of her thoughts.

How long will she continue to bury her worries behind sleep without promising herself to change the wheels and make things right?

It was nice to wake up to a quiet house. The wind blowing the trees and the songs of birds. Breakfast was a light affair of pancakes, sausages, and scrambled eggs. She scooped the last bits of the scrambled egg and adding it to the heap on the serving dish. The kitchen was a mixture of spices and wood scents. One could catch the fragrance of Hajiya's signature khaleesi inscence dancing around but most of all, it was the scent of Freshly made pancakes and Lemon tea that dominated the Kitchen. The scent which drew Alhaji from his Living area all the way to the kitchen.

He stood watching her in his ash Jallabiya his feet's clad in a soft slip on hands deep in his pockets while he rested his head on the Glass window.

Halima had not expected to see anybody at this time of the morning considering how early it was. She flashed him her most assuring smile and muttered good morning when she sighted him.

"I was coming back from the Masjid sai naji kamshi nace to let me come and see for myself and hopefully get a bite of your pancakes. An tashi lafiya?"

"Kai Abba, you could have just called me to bring it for you ai."

"Now that I am here, Just give me my share before inji ya kare. Pour me some of that tea too. I have missed your Shayi."

There eyes met and she ducked her head. She could still feel his gaze on her back as she went about the kitchen to get a plate and a mug for him. Save me Allah she whispered under her breath.

"Gashi Abba she said as she place the food on the island and drew out a chair for him her eyes downcast.

"Kinfi kowa sanin inda nake cin abinci ai." without answering, she followed him through the door as he made for the balcony.

Just like old times, they both sat there in the hands of the waking daylight sipping lemon tea and eating cinnamon flavored pancakes. the difference being that there was no words said between them except for when he had asked her to go bring her own food.
Perhaps he had something to tell her or was it truly the scent of her Lemon tea that had drawn him into the kitchen?

There was no one to answer that for her. So she enjoyed the view and calmness of the morning and the peace that always came with tea.

What harm could Tea and pancakes do? For once the veil of overthinking was tossed aside as she lived in this moment.