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~JALILAH~
Jalilah, a sweet, lively, and beautiful sixteen-year-old girl, knows no care in the world. An orphan since her parents passed away when she was just a year old, she has lived her enti...
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Abuja, Nigeria..
"Marriage?" Hajiya Khadijah repeated, breaking the tense silence that had filled the room.
"Yes... Khadijah, this is Fadeela's demand." Alhaji Abdurrahman sighed, rubbing his temples.
"Then do as she requests," Hajiya Khadijah replied, making Alhaji Abdurrahman whip his head towards her.
"Are you out of your mind, Khadijah? Do you realize what you just said?"
"Yes, I'm fully aware! What do you think will happen if she reveals what we've kept hidden for years? Jalilah would be devastated and might never forgive us. Do you want that? Do you want to repeat past mistakes?"
"I know all of this, okay? I understand the consequences, but marrying Fadeela is out of the question, Khadijah! How can I break the promise I made to you on our wedding night, just for some petty threat?"
Hajiya Khadijah sighed, taking his hands in hers. "I know you're doing this for me, but you need to reconsider the consequences of refusing Fadeela's demands, habibi."
"I've always listened to you, but I'm sorry; this time, I won't. And don't," he added, pointing a finger at her, "even think of stopping me. I know exactly how to handle Fadeela!" With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Hajiya Khadijah buried her face in a pillow, her tears spilling over.
"Ya Allah, see us through," she whispered through her sobs.
***
Sipping hot coffee while watching the 8 p.m. news brought Jalal the perfect sense of relaxation. Noticing there was nothing engaging on the channel, he switched to Nat Geo Wild.
He put down his coffee when a knock came at the door, heading over to answer. Just as he'd expected—it was her.
Jalal sighed, but she entered with a wide smile, her pearly white teeth gleaming as she brushed her hand over his hair, as was her habit.
"Assalamu Alaikum, hubby," she said, trudging into the living room.
"Wa Alaikum Salaam, wifey, but your presence isn't exactly welcome right now," he said, resuming his position and taking another sip of coffee.
"C'mon, Ya Jalal, don't be a boring husband. At least pretend: 'Oh, wifey, I'm so happy to see you, habibty. Come into my arms, I need your comfort.'" She rolled her eyes dramatically.
"And I won't say all that," he replied, wrinkling his nose.
"I didn't ask you to, my dearest hubby," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Actually, I came to talk about your upcoming 30th birthday. You've never celebrated a birthday, Ya Jalal, and this year, I'm planning something special." She squealed with excitement.
