Scars of undying grief

Chapter 21

This chapter is dedicated to yhu_so_shy  she couldn't wait for the next update 😂 ***

Zayba, Hibba, Mama and the housemaids, joined hands to make food for the special guest, snacks of different taste and shapes, home made drinks of different flavors, pounded yam and tillapia fish pepper soup.

The dining was all set thirty minutes before they came.

As soon as they got into the house Hibba ushered them in, where they sat with Baba and Mama, they had their discussions going on for about an hour, they handed a six set of box, filled with clothes, jewelries, cosmetics, shoes and bags, and other embroideries as culture demands, for the bride as it was a way of asking for her hand in marriage and to show that he was willing to do even more in the future.

They fixed a date for the wedding and  a hundred thousand Naira was tasked for the dowry, of which Fuad gladly added nine hundred thousand to it, to make it a million as not just a dowry but a gift to his wife, he said "that dowry will be paid according to the shariah and the remainder is nothing but a token to my queen."

That made everyone smiled, and even her baba was happy about it.

The kingsmen didn't not eat from that which they were served, but Mama had insisted they take it home and give it out to other relatives, if they won't eat from it.

And so they took everything with them, including bottles of water.

Zayba couldn't hold in the happiness, she was smiling all through that day, her baba called for her and asked her for the ninety ninth time "are you sure about this?"

With a head nod and a "yes." That was almost like a whisper, she kept replying.

"Let the preparations begin." Baba stated.

And so it began, they've all called relatives, friends and neighbors, told them about the wedding and all they've planned for. Everyone was excited and they all couldn't wait for the day.

Since it was stressing to start going helter skelter in the street of Kaduna buying this and that, Hibba, Mama and Zayba sat, with their phones in their hands, ordering stuffs from Jumia and Amazon, a lot of things including spoons , pots, knives, where ordered from Jumia as well as Amazon.

In two month everything was checked and December came too fast.

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The sound of women yodeling, all around the house was all that Zayba's ears heard.

"Today is the day." The women chorused.

"Where is our bride?" Some other groups had asked.

Zayba was sitted on a mat, were her henna was designed on her legs and hands,so was her lower back, the henna was all made red, as Fuad prefers red to black, since the whole thing was to beautify her for him, then it was okay to do as he wanted. She had asked for a little rose by the left of her back. And she was sitted waiting for it to dry off.

The henna was supposed to be done the day before, but Zayba got too too busy to even sit.

It took hours for the henna to dry off, a group of little girls, who were her cousins, came and help scrape it off. she had a bath, and sat again for her bridal makeup, the makeup session took about an hour, she got dressed into a skirt and an off shoulder blouse atampa top of mixed colors, white background, pink , red and blue touches of flowers and some objects not easily identified, wearing an off white big sized veil on her head, she sat on her bed in her room, and waited patiently to hear the good news, the news of the knots being tied... or not.

She was still in her room for about an hour, when her phone rang at exactly two in the afternoon, it was Fuad, her groom, the love of her life.

Her heart raced, it was almost in the verge of explosion, with trembling hands, and a lifted lips corner she touched the screen of her phone to pick up.

"Hello, Assalamu'alaikum." She greeted with a shaky voice.

"Wa'alaikumssalam, just listen." He whispered.

She obliged, she heard a manly voice that's not his from the other side, must be the imam, he asked another man, whose voice she could detect, her uncle Murtala who is her father's younger brother if he had given Fuad's her hand in marriage, and he gave a positive reply, She couldn't help the joy inside of her, she grinned from cheek to cheek as she waited to hear everything, he mentioned the dowry, and the congregation roared with takbeer.

The imam said a prayer for them, and recited suratul fatiha. And beep he ended the call.

In micro seconds he sent her a text message that reads "you're lawfully mine, and mine alone."

Awww, Awww, I love love,
Is doing me like it's my wedding abeg 🥰
Who's ready let's get married, but you have to Be Like Fuad uno,😉
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Love, Nazy 💙