“Wow! I seem to be the only one not having a serious relationship in this house.” Suhaib said, with a hint of excitement. “Tsk, I really need to get my life together before Umma does so for me.”
“You should, you aren’t getting any younger.” Farouk replied, pouring himself a glass of juice. “You will be the only one when we leave.”
“Who are the ‘we!’?”
“Habeebah and I of course, who else?”
“She also!? Why!?” He clamoured, joining in the drink.
“Are you having a fever of some sort?” Farouk asked, glaring at him. “Do you expect her to remain here after she gets married?” He added, huffing.
“Oh!” Suhaib mouthed, clicking his tongue. “I completely forgot she’s hitched too. Bukar has got her so deep, have you seen that smile of hers?” He asked Farouk, laughing.
“It is so contagious and feels very soothing, you know like when you are having a shower after a very long day. A cold shower at that.” Farouk went on to buttress, utterly excited for his sister.
“She is so into him as he does her, I can’t be much happier. I am also pleased that you my brother, have found your missing rib. Siddiqah is good for you, do her right.” Suhaib said, clinking their glasses together. Words needed not to be exchanged, for just the way Farouk looked at his brother, showed his appreciation for his support.
“So, when do you plan on heading over to her parent’s?” Suahib inquired, after a few minutes of stillness.
“I intend to do so this weekend but first, I want to speak with our sisters before conveying all that has to be said to Baba and Umma.” He replied.
“That is a very good idea, I saw sister heading towards the gazebo not too long ago. All you have do is put a call through to our oldest sister, the earlier the better you know.”
“Yeah, I know so.” Farouk sighed, contentment being all that it said. “We should go look for Habeebah.” He rejoined, to which Suhaib acknowledged with a nod.
Brothers?
Boys?
We tend to sometimes not able to depict and understand them, they be like an on/off switch, changing current whenever they see fit. Cold on the exterior they may appear, looking as stiff as a staff, wanting to be “the man” when they are in the real context yet, deep within lies the softest of heart, as soft as a rabbit’s fur.
Care, protection, warmth, peace, all that a fur provides is what they offer. Programmed and designed to be the way they are yet, there’s no contradiction that they are one of the bests humans to have around.
As the duo went in search for Habeebah, Suhaib kept on with his usual whining and complain about how what they are doing (Habeebah and Farouk), is unfair to him. “I don’t get how we are being mean to you.” Farouk said, shaking his head.
“Just so you know, I am moving into your house after you get married. There’d be no negotiations.” He deadpanned, pulling the door that separated them from where Habeebah currently was.
“Keep on bluffing,” Farouk laughed, hissing. “I will patiently wait for that time and see what happens.” He added, giving him an annoying onceover before grabbing a chair.
“Okay na! As na clown I be ba, take am as joke. I go also wait patiently, make the time come.” He countered back in Pidgin English, glaring at his brother. They both settled into comforters, across each other. The older, out with his phone to text Humairah and the younger, shuffling between hisses and sighs.
YOU ARE READING
The Power Of Calmness
General Fiction"I want to become a renowned lawyer and Human Rights Activist when I do grow up." Seven year old Habeebah, happily said to her father. As time passes, we as humans tend to move closer to reality. Because, with each passing second, nothing stays stag...
