Scars of undying grief

Chapter 22

She let out a laugh and texted back "don't be selfish ango na.(my groom)"

He replied "if selfish is the word, then so be it."

Before she could make a move, perhaps to the door, a group of girls, and women, different age and different colors of makeup, like rainbow came flashing before her eyes, "an daura and daura.(the knot has been tied)" they kept saying, as they yodeled continuously.

Her friends Hassana and Hussaina, oluchi, salma, Ilham and lailah all in their well sown asoebi came to drag her out, as they needed pictures for moments like that, they took pictures about a thousand of them, one could say they made an album in a few seconds.

Everyone congratulated Zayba , "baarakallahu la kuma wa baraka alaikuma, wa jama'a baina kuma fee khair," they prayed for the nelwy weds and some brought gifts for them.

Her Mama was so elated, she couldn't control her emotions, she had tears rolling down her cheek when she looked at Zayba .

"Stop crying Mama." Zayba pleaded.

"I'm just happy my child, you have no idea what it means to marry your first daughter off."

Zayba hugged her Mama as she swallowed hard, just so not to allow a tear drop again.

The house became loud as everyone was happy and dancing to some local songs, as the women beat their calabash and sing to the microphone connected to the speaker just behind them, Zayba didn't know where they came from, but she was certain Hibba took care of that.

Zayba took her dancing shoes, and joined the other women in the house, they danced in groups, the bride and her friends, the bride and her aunts, her cousins, males and females.

The most sweetest part of it was the bride and her mum, tears ; her mum had tears rolling down her cheeks as they danced to Dan kwairo's jam, they held each other arms in arms and moved in synch to the rhythm of the song, they both cried and kept hugging on and off all through the dance.

The extended family danced and danced until they heard the arrival of the groom and his men, who where there for pictures at the time.

Zayba heard Fuad say, "an Riga an daura ai, (the knot has already been tied) she took a quick glance at him, and he was grinning from ear to ear, like a child during holidays, he insisted on taking photos with his bride first, before anything else, that made the people of the house laughed even harder.

The man wore a crisp white kaftan, with a Babban Riga and a matching cap, it had many colors and still matched with his outfit.

His kaftan sleeves were immaculately nipped at the wrist with cufflinks. His skin glowed like it had a touch of gold in it, coupled with the white kaftan he wore, he looked superb.

He wore charcoal black shoes which gleamed of suaveness. He looked a little too on point for a groom, her groom. She thought. Oh Zayba you're so lucky, her subconscious yearn.

The photographer was right on time, he took pictures of the bride and her friends, the bride and her sister, the couples with at least the whole crowd in groups before Fuad asked for some space to have good pictures with his wife.

"Okay, excuse us, it's time I take some with my wife, that's enough mun gode.(thank you all)"

He turned to her and asked "wifey where in the house will give us a Lil privacy?"

With a curved lips, her index finger moved and pointed to the direction of the garden that was right by the left corner of the building.

"Go change please, we've taken too many pictures with same clothes." Aunt hafsa, her mother's sister chimed in smilingly.

She obliged and changed into a hot purple dress that had diamond stones embroidered on it, her head gear almost sky scraping and her friend Oluchi had retouched her face, she dashed out of the room and all eyes and mouth aimed at her. "Amarya bakya laifi." (It's your day do whatever you like) From angle to angle.

"Amarya ansha kyau har an gaji." (The bride is a drop dead gorgeous) From another angle.

Amarya (bride) here, amarya there, all she did was smile.

She took every majestic step, one after another to the garden where her husband was seated on a bench thinking about God knows what. While the photographer was doing a thing with his cannon camera, probably setting or something of the like.

"I'm here." She spoke softly, without letting their eyes lock.

Instantly, his jaw dropped to the floor, and On a reflex he had his lips clamped between his teeth.

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