She took a cab straight home, as she greeted "salam." Her mother ran to her and embraced her, the chubby woman with puffy cheeks began to cry "what happened to you, Zayba where have you been?" Her mum held a tasbeeh in her hand her face has turned pink from crying too much, her eyes had bags under it, her face was like a paint of joker.
Zayba couldn't utter a word for about five minutes, she only cried harder as she watched the woman in front of her cry, the most painful part of life is to watch her beloved mother cry, she hate to imagine that and it was too hard for her to swallow hers.
A few minutes of sobbing passed, before Zayba spoke, she said "stop crying momma, I'm fine at least I'm home." With a gentle and cold voice.
Her mom hugged her again, and said "don't do this again, whenever you're staying long out there, let us know, please."
Zayba's shoulder dropped as she looked at her mom once again, she had lost weight, her folded arms sagged like an empty sack of rice, just within twenty four hours. Her lips were dry, she looked hungry, or perhaps she didn't eat all through those hours.
"Come let's get you something to eat." Momma said, as she ordered the house maids to prepare any light food for break fast.
Momma and Zayba went straight to Mama's bedroom that's at the right corner adjacent to the kitchen door, to rest and wait for the food. Zayba looked at her Mom , and thought she should just let her know about the incidence, to avoid double hurting her later.
"Mama." Zayba called in a low but stern voice.
"yes my dear." Mama replied, as she turned her head right to face Zayba.
"Mama, I had an accident."
"Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiun, Accident? How, where, when, why didn't you call us, or perhaps your Dad." She asked rhetorically.
"I lost my bag, I was unconscious all through, I can't remember everything, so I don't know how exactly it happened, but, I could remember I was in the school premises walking, and that was it." She stated matter of factly.
Mama roughly began to touch every joint of her daughters body in search for injuries or tumors, her face, her neck, under her shirt, her legs, her feet, apart from a few scratch and some plastered parts, there was nothing more, no broken limb, nothing she couldn't handle.
"I'm sorry about that my child, now that you've come to the end of your degree program, I hope you don't have any problems till you finish.
"Insha Allah, mama."
"So did you take any medication my child?"
"Yes, I woke up to a hospital bed this morning, there was no one beside, so I decided to leave."
"You left? what if the doctor isn't done treating you."
"It's nothing mama, I'm fine." she assured mama with a head nod, they ate breakfast called Dad and Hibba and assured them that everything was going just fine.
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Fuad
"Now that I've had enough rest, I should go look for this girl, apologize to her and her family." he spoke out loud to himself.
He took her black Louis Vuitton bag and brought out the ID card he has seen before then, he dialed the number on it and that robotic voice came to his ear saying "the number you have dialed is switched off, please try again later, thank you."
He thought of trying later, the tip of his fore finger nail met his fore head, he turned the ID the other way round and found a next of kin's phone number, he dialed the phone and it was picked at a ring.
"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum." the voice from the other line greeted.
"Wa'alaikum salam, I'm sorry to disturb, is this Binta Garki? The next of Kin to Zayba Isah Bature?"
"Yes who is this? I'm Binta garki, Zayba Bature's Mom, why? Any problem?"
"Alhamdulillah, I've been trying to reach her home or any body, but I couldn't get to you, now that I have, is the address on the ID the current location you're now?"
"Yes, it is, who are you?" Mama asked.
"I need to come home to explain everything to you ma."
"Do that fast please." She spoke with all seriousness.
"Yes ma."
The gentleman drove in a fast pace, and in less than an hour he was already in front of the House, Gasping and sweating, he took a few seconds to take hold of his breath and used his white handkerchief to wipe the precipitation on his forehead.
Oh wow, things are getting better,
Can't wait to meet this gentleman!
Chapter 5 here,
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Scars of undying grief
General FictionA coincidental car accident brought two souls meant for each other together at the time they never expected. Zayba Isah Bature, a sister to Hibba Isah Bature married the love of her life, Fuad Ali Abdurrahman the best human earth have ever accommoda...
