Abuja, Nigeria.
A faint shrill from her phone stirred Jalilah from a peaceful slumber. She sighed and pressed the phone to her ear without bothering to check who it was.
"Jay, the bride!" Banina's excited voice rang out.
"Why are you always so fond of waking people up, Ninah? It's still early morning," Jalilah groaned softly.
"Aww, confirmed! And FYI, it's 11 AM, not exactly 'early,' Jay," Banina replied, laughing.
"Whatever. You interrupted my sleep. And what do you mean, confirmed?" Jalilah asked, rolling her eyes.
"Jay, don't tell me it didn't happen?" Banina nearly shouted.
"Ninah, what on earth are you talking about?" Jalilah huffed.
"Oh, Jay, you can be so dense sometimes! I mean, didn't you and Ya Jalal... you know?" Banina teased, making Jalilah shriek.
"Ew, no, Ninah! I can't imagine that. He's like my brother," Jalilah shuddered.
"Oh, if only I were there right now, I'd slap some sense into you," Banina said, making Jalilah laugh.
"It's not funny, Jay. What do you mean he's like a brother? Would you be married if that were true? And would he have kissed you the other day? Do siblings do that?"
"Well... I grew up thinking of him as my biological brother. It's just how I feel, Ninah."
"Whatever. But please, Jay, make an effort in your marriage. Lose that 'brother' mindset. You know he's not going to just sit around without ever wanting to—well, you know," Banina lectured.
Jalilah laughed. "Alright, Auntie Banina. I'll keep your wise words in mind," she said, and they both laughed.
After their call ended, Jalilah sat up, wondering where Jalal was. She realized she hadn't seen him since he left for the dawn prayer. She made the bed, grabbed her phone, and left the room to get ready.
After bathing and dressing, she decided to explore the house. The second floor had four rooms, including the master bedroom, a parlor, a cozy lobby, and a small kitchen. Jalilah was taken with the elegant aesthetics of the house.
On the first floor, she found a large spacious parlor, a lounge, and a study room with a home-office feel.
"This house is breathtakingly beautiful," she thought aloud, admiring her mother's refined taste.
Downstairs, the spacious kitchen and the stylish dining area caught her eye. There was another big parlor and two average guests room. She loved every corner of the house and hoped her relationship with Ya Jalal could be as harmonious.
Her stomach growled, reminding her of her hunger. She was about to head to the kitchen when a young lady emerged.
"Serah! What are you doing here?" Jalilah asked, surprised to see her mother's maid.
Serah smiled and greeted her. "Madam sent me over this morning with your breakfast. She said I'll be staying here to help with the chores, and another maid will join tomorrow."
"Oh, I'm so happy you're here! What did she send? I'm starving," Jalilah pouted, heading to the dining area.
Serah followed her, listing off the breakfast items. "Pancakes, chocolate waffles, strawberry crepes, sandwiches, and a hot strawberry tea."
"Oh, my Allah! Mummy sent all my favorites. May Allah keep her happy always," Jalilah prayed with a smile, diving into her meal.
"Serah, have you seen Ya Jalal by any chance?" she asked as Serah started to leave.
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