Being His(Updates Every Friday)

7.

This chapter is for the beautiful mz_bushirah. Thank you for all that you do for me.

Nadia jiggled her feet to combat the late morning early February cold, UmmulKhair and Sarah held themselves beside her, both in cardigans under their long hijabs. 

"Is that her?" Sarah pointed in the opposite direction, Nadia gasped before squinting excitedly at the red car approaching them. She shook her head, it was not hers. 

"That's a Toyota, that's not my car." Just as she finished her statement, A wine Hyundai Creta sport, with a Kano plate number drew closer to the gate where they stood. Nadia screeched with excitement, waited for the car to stop before rushing off to let her friend out. 

"Thank you! Thank you so much Hajjo. Thank you baby!" Her friend, a tall, willowy dark skinned woman stepped out of the vehicle, adjusted her veil with her lips set in a mocking sneer. 

"'Yen yen yen Hajjo this Hajjo that'. I didn't hear this excitement when you wrangled my arm forcing me to drive to Abuja." Nadia's cousins saw her display a different kind of childish excitement with her friend. 

Nadia hugged Hajarah tight and placed a wet kiss on her cheeks. Hajarah wiped the kiss with a shout, "Why are you so happy, it's just a car." She inquired, her face searching Nadia's for any issues as though they could be on the face. 

"I miss you and I've missed my car. I've been stressing UmmulKhair there,"She pointed in the direction of her cousin, "To take me to work everyday, I know she's tired of my troubles." 

Hajaraah turned to UmmulKhair and upturned her neck in a way that expressed surprise and thanks. "Thank you so much dear, May Allah (S.W.T) answer your secret prayers." UmmulKhair put out her hands and said a heartfelt Ameen. 

They walked into the house, Sarah leaving to get some snacks for the guest while UmmulKhair went to prepare for a tutorial she had to attend. Sarah came out a few minutes later with piping hot strawberry tea and whole wheat meat pies she put in the microwave. 

"How long have you guys been friends?" She asked Hajaraah as she flopped down on the floor beside them. 

Hajaraah thought a bit, before slapping Nadia's laps to remember an event. "You're getting old o, Hajjo, we met at the first day of classes, ABU Zaria nursing school. We sat next to one other, a nervous hungry mess. We rushed out after our first class, to eat hot rice and stew at a buka. We have been friends since say, eight years. We were fifteen when we met." Nadia responded instead, since Hajarah was mute. Sarah's eyes widened. 

"Fifteen? How did you even get in?" Nadia gave Sarah a look and she stopped asking, got up and carried her camera to another room. 

"They like you. Why did you say you weren't sure of your relationship?" Hajaraah whispered in question to Nadia who wringed her fingers. 

"People don't usually like me because they think I'm so strict and all. Shebi that's why Ammar said he couldn't stand me. Even people at Kano Diezemane said it, 'You should loosen up', but all they do is crack sexual jokes I have no need for." Hajaraah shook her head. 

"You're not so strict, you just have standards that you want met. It's not a bad thing, don't let their words get to you." Nadia nodded with an easing sigh and tapped her friend with her eyebrows playfully moving up and down. "What's up na?" 

"Muhammad and I are going to Riyadh to see a gynecologist his aunt, the one that likes me, recommended. She paid for the flights, I've stopped all the medication I was using. I'm not very optimistic, because it is Allah (S.W.T) that gives a child, we're open to adoption just as we're open to fertility treatments." Nadia rubbed her friend's hands in sympathy.