Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 13: Busy on a honeymoon?, Loner

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And then...😬 Guys, I'm about to write something centered in Lagos...but mind you everyone, I've never been to Lagos. Therefore anything I write should not be referenced to Lagos because I imagined everything out in my head.. so for any mistake I make, please don't criticise me. Alright! Let's get it!🤠😌

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Sitting on this plane seat in the economy class with my husband, I was filled with nothing but nostalgia. It took me back to three years ago when we were on a family trip to Saudi. Our parents took the business class while we the kids were left in the economy class. I remembered how me, Sakina and Sabira, sitted side by side bickered endlessly and then watched our favorite shows separately when we got tired of being chatty. The thing about a fun chat is that it comes up at once and dies down at once, leaving you with a feeling of wanting to be let be. All in all, it was fun.

Today however, contrary to the first time I've been on a plane, I was feeling kind of empty and lonely. Before the takeoff, I was really excited to be hopping into a plane once again, especially that it was somewhat a last minute trip, something I was never expecting. Sure when I was with Hameed we imagined and fantasized about countries in which we wanted to have our honeymoon in, but today it's Sul whom I still barely know.

We've never been openly romantic to each other for me to deduce if he was the type who'd go on a honeymoon barely three days after marriage. Before we got married, he was such a prompt person whom I was curious about, but after we got married, he turned out to be a very unpredictable person whom I was a bit wary of. Perhaps it's all because the khudba of portraying the perfect wife who never criticises her husband was drilled into me at home, that's why I feel like I dare not question any questionable action of his. Cause really, it's really unusual that we're married, yet live together like tenants who are strangers.

Sul looked completely oblivious of my existence as he quietly watched his film on his laptop with headphones on. Part of me wanted to take off his headphones and try to engage him into a conversation, but another part of me was telling me not to and just give him his space. I let out a sigh. If this trip is going to be like this which I hope not, then I'm in for some seasoned depression.

I pulled out my earphones and plugged them into my ear, putting on the Quran. As I listened to my creator's sayings, I managed to get some ease and even drift into sleep.

I was woke by Sul at the touchdown. As we came out of the airport, a driver was already waiting for us, to take us to our destination. Again, throughout the ride, Sul said not a word to me. I busied myself by taking in the view of the new environment, enjoying it. We passed through films of skyscrapers, before passing down the beautiful yet tall Lekki bridge.

After travelling down a greenier path, post crossing lekki bridge, our hotel, Yellow Coast Resorts was finally in view. The resort was grassy and everything was mostly wooden. With the towering palm trees and visible horses on one side of the driveway, it had an island kind-of ambience. I completely felt like I was in some island, in a whole new world. There was AC in the car, but my nostrils were craving fresh air, so I reeled the window down. I was also curious about how the place would smell like I always am. Whenever I go to nice places I tend to take nostril-fuls of air. Let's just say I'm a sucker for stuff which had a nice scent. And by that, I don't mean just perfume. Nature too in general. The scent of this place had a countryside kind of touch with the scent of the palm, wet sand and salt all mixed together. It was heavenly!

The driver finally parked in front of the lodge. We arrived the main entrance of the hotel after over five minutes of driving from the main gate. There was quite a distance from the gate onto the motel. A few people can be seen either riding bicycles, horses or just sitted, either on benches or on picnic mats with thier families.