IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

EPILOGUE.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"How's the weather today?" Jiddah Buhari Yakasai questioned her maid, packing her hair in a ponytail while tightening the belt around her robe.

"The weather is chilly but not enough to make someone catch cold. We've set the mattress there and the food is about to go down." The maid said proudly as if what she is said is enough to get her more bonus this month or a medal.

"Okay, good work. We have only two hours left, hurry up." And Jiddah went back to work, arranging this and decorating that at the backyard while checking the pot to see what needs to be removed and whatnot. Everything needs to be perfect, that is what she keeps chiding to herself.

"You need to wake up now, Mika'il. Both you and your daughter are not moving. Stand up, bruh!" Jiddah yelled at the top of her voice inside the bedroom, adjusting the towel around her as she blow dry her hair. She's been multitasking since she awoke, the man is not even helping the situation at all.

"Five more minutes." He grumbled to the pillow, turning on his back and continue to sleep as though he was the one who suffered the night before and not her. That guy needs serious beating, she will give him just that very soon.

"I swear to God I'll go bring your daughter to chop off your face. I allowed her nails to grow that long just so she could bite it off." She threatened, standing on top of him now like a mother scolding her child. It is not different in this case, she takes care of both their daughter and himself which is not easy at all.

"You are really mean." He groggily sat up on the bed, using the heels of his palms to chase away any trace of sleep from his eyes. He looks cute but not cute enough for her resolve to go downhill. They need to be ready before their guests arrive, that was the main plan since months ago.

"Call me whatever, I do not care. Just go and get ready already." She huffed before turning around to their closet, to get dressed. It is as though she's been waiting for this day her whole life, she has no idea why though.

She took off the brunette fitted gown sewn to her by none other than Bushra Amani. The dress fitted her like a glove, that is what she was aiming for anyway. She wants to show her husband just what he is missing since he is still blinded by something he shouldn't while she wallow up her like as sacrifice. Things happened, things will keep happening but it doesn't matter where it leads you to, just make sure you take the best out of it to come out with memories.

She got married to Mika'il a year ago, a huge surprise to everyone that knows the family but what could she do? Her sister gave birth to her baby and died, no one is there to stay with her and Mika'il refused to let her go because clearly, she reminds him of the love of his life. All the elders tried to talk sense to him, that a father can't bring up an infant without the help of a mother figure but he blatantly refused all their offers and said there is first time for everything.

She remembered what happened the third day after her sister's death.

"Jiddah, father called for a meeting in his private living room." Hanan walked in then, choking down more food than she would ever dream of to watch out her weight but she didn't care and denied she was pregnant when she is.

The girl flipped out when she found out just few weeks after her marriage, she fell pregnant and blamed it on Murad for always been hyperactive on bed. She told him he was going to sleep on the couch for three days straight and that is what happened albeit with too much reluctance and pleads. Even she couldn't sleep then, she kept tossing and turning g and she could swear she would feel him on the bed and he'll disappear before the sun rise.