Her Little Secret(Prior)

Chapter 23 *coincidence point*

Mujahid

Punch!
She.

Punch!
Has.

Punch!
Someone.

Tana da wani saurayin.

I kept throwing the punches at the punching bag thinking of what Mudathir had told me earlier.
She has someone?

Ga samu ga rashi!

Ya Allah! How am I supposed to take this. Just when Mudathir was out of the picture, there was someone else?

How? But Mas'ud said she has no one. Does that mean she met him after my departure? Which means I could have been the one? Oh, why am I so dumb neh? How couldn't I have talked to her somehow before I left Yola that day.

I had spent the whole month asking Allah to direct Mudathir to make a decision which would be best for him even though deep down I knew what I want. And now this! There's just no happy news.

Should I head to yola right now? It would profit me to let Hajja know. Who knows? She could consider me because of Hajja. But then, what if she likes the said man too much that she rejects me outright? It would hurt too much.

Or she decides to accept me because of Hajja and I end up in a one sided relationship. It's highly possible.

Should I just forget her and just keep hoping someone else would appear to make me forget her.

Or I could just wait and see what will happen between the two of them. If it didn't work, it could favor me. But isn't that creepy?

Maybe I should just decide to be single until Allah knows because I certainly don't want anyone else except her.

The loud thud that sounded when I fell from the treadmill made me come back to my senses. I ignore the stares and picked myself up, to find a seat.

And when I sat down to take a break, I took a silent vow to forget the name and the face. And my du'a would be for Allah to provide the best spouse for me, someone who would complete me.

What will be will definitely be!

It was Isha' already when I reached home and all I want to do is drag myself up to my room. I wouldn't make it to the mosque even if I tried to. I was down with fever and all my body aches from the exercises I forced myself to do this evening.

I waited in my car a bit for Allah-knows-why because I had no idea either. I was starting to doze off when I heard someone knock my door.

Even in my dream, I knew it was wrong to see Haseenah but she was right there outside smiling creepily waiting for me to lower my window.

I blinked to make sure I wasn't dreaming but she was still there with the same expression. That got me hissing and I made sure I said all the du'as of protection before I got down. Don't blame me, it's night already and today's friday. Miracles beyond my comprehension can happen.

And besides, I don't trust her.

But I can't help but wonder, if this is the answer to my prayers or it's just a coincidence. What will I do if the answer to my prayers is Haseenah?

If it's a coincidence, then it's just as bad.

*

"Khair?" I called my sister as she walked past me with yet, another foodwarmer towards the car. She had organised a family picnic and her in-laws were invited hence the commotion that robbed me of my sleep this morning.

"Yes?"

"Why are they still around? Isn't it like almost three months to your wedding?"

"It's two months, three days to be precise" she said and I had to draw in the air of patience. Look at this chicken bawling in front of me.

Had she forgotten that I was her eldest brother?

"Whatever. What are they doing here?" I asked signifying Haseenah and her mother worshipping my mum like a goddess. They were both trying to bring out the perfect styling her veil would go with.

"Toh, yaya" she started cocking her eyebrows and I knew nothing good was going to come out of her mouth.

"If you ask me, na who ah go ask" she sing sang and walked away.

I raised my hand to smack her but she was already gone. So I stared at her retreating back with murdering thoughts in my mind until I looked up to meet the annoying gaze of Haseenah's mother.

She whispered something to Mum and they both giggled. Haseenah took that as a clue to walk to me.

I don't know what they are cooking, but I'm sure it won't be good.

So I made sure to disappear from the door before she came.

What kind of family are they? How could a mother leave her home to stay elsewhere for two months or more for reasons best known to them?

I sighed heavily, knowing if it is left to my mum, I could have been married to Haseenah already. We were second cousins, and her family are always visiting. Just like now.

But she's not who I want. She's not my style. Like I said she's too beautiful! And she knows.

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Mujahid, care to tell me what you mean by that?

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