Being His(Updates Every Friday)

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Alhaji picked up a piece of hot masa and bit into it. He looked at the puffy rice pastry and marveled at the ground beef in it. 

"You should dip it in the yaji for it to taste better." Maymunatu said as she placed another plate of masa on the coffee table. She handed her father a glass of lemonade and poured from the pitcher another glass for her brother. 

Maymunatu picked a few masa, shook some of the sweetened pepper on the side and picked up the glass she'd poured for herself before sitting on the floor to enjoy her food. 

"Mays, this tastes really good. When you lived in my house, why didn't you make this for me?" Alhaji laughed, he had finished eating the masa and no longer feared the he could choke on the  pepper. 

"You and I are different people. She's cooking for me because she wants an eight thousand dollar Chanel bag. You didn't buy her that, did you?" Alhaji responded sarcastically to his son.

Maymunatu focused on her food, not looking in the direction of her father or her brother, then an idea came to her. She didn't speak though, she ruminated on the idea while she emptied her whole lemonade cup. 

"Oh, I see. You could have asked me, I can pay half of the money. Daddy will give you the rest." As soon as Na'im spoke, a half eaten piece of Masa flew in the air and landed on his head, squarely. 

"Don't promise her what I didn't say. I don't have money." Maymunatu put down her plate, picked up her father's and Na'im's and while walking to the kitchen, she said, "I heard Ya Nadia likes that sort of bag. She's saving up for it though." She left that information hanging in the air, as though it wasn't something that got her father excited. She handed the plates to a house staff waiting at the kitchen door to receive it. 

She pulled a piece of tissue from the box near the kitchen door, cleaned her hands and walked back to the living room where her father and brother were talking. 

"Daddy, that means you can ask your personal shopper to buy two. You know, one for her, the other for me." Alhaji frowned at his daughter but her words reminded him of a call he had been meaning to make for days. 

He got up and adjusted his casual thobe, slipped his feet into soft indoor slippers. "I'll think about it." As he climbed the stairs, he heard Maymunatu whisper to her brother that she still wanted that money he would give her so she could buy something else.

Once he got into his office, he shut the door and pulled up his personal shopper's number from his phone. He ended the first call he was making and started another. The call was picked almost immediately, the voice of  an older woman sounded in Alhaji's ears and he smiled as he greeted his mother's friend. 

"Walaikum Salam Abdullahi. How are you doing? You refused to come and see me in London when you know I can't travel with this old bones of mine ba? Toh." Alhaji laughed lowly, feeling a little shy at the admonishment. He let her say her bit before asking if she was at home and could talk. 

"Is it about your impending wedding, In Sha Allah? Yes. Your mother and I talked about it already." Alhaji cleared his throat, then he said, "I know she must have told you to start preparing, but please don't collect a penny from her." 

He heard the old woman chuckle and then she cleared her own throat before responding, "Well she said, I should make a list, it's on it way to her in a few days, now that you've spoken, I'll send you the list first, along side the account to wire the money to. Let's get it done quickly." Alhaji nodded, then he realized she couldn't see him so he answered.