Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 23: A day in the life of Khayree

Khayr's POV

Me: Good morning😊, how's Abuja treating you today?

Husby🔐❤️: Alhamdulillah. How're you?

Me: I'm fine... I miss you kawai.

Husby🔐❤️: you say that everyday😅

Me: I'm never tired of telling you that🙃 When are you returning?

Husby🔐❤️: I don't know myself. But it won't be long. Uhh, I have to get to work..

Me: 😔Okay. Take care tho, I'll miss you😊💋

Husby🔐❤️: me too.

I exhaled deeply placing the phone on the center table before me. I was in the sitting room, texting Sul like I do every morning since he travelled. It has been three weeks since then and saying I miss him is a huge understatement. I thought about him day and night. I smile whenever I do and cry when it gets excessively lonely. There's no mistaking it. I'm currently a hopeless romantic.

I also thought about a lot of things I'd do when he finally tells me when he's coming back. I will go all out. I will visit the salon and have myself dolled up. I will personally bake a pretty cake and buy flowers. I will decorate our room with petals and scented candles. I want to do all this which I listed and I will. Don't mind me, I've been watching a lot of cliche romance films lately. It's doesn't sound weird, wanting to try out thesame thing for myself right?

"Ugh," I release a groan, stretching my arms. I didn't do anything all morning, yet I was feeling like someone who had been beaten. These days I've grown a lot more lazier. All I do is eat, go through social media, watch TV and sleep. I even ended up gaining weight.

I didn't want to loose my fitness, so I called Abideen yesterday and told him I needed a threadmill. Perhaps he'd tell Baba or get one for me himself or ask me to pay, either way was fine with me.

If I paid for the threadmill from my pocket, Sul would still refund my money. He'd even scold me for not informing him beforehand. I'm a queen you know, I shouldn't handle that by myself when I have him.

I headed upstairs, evacuating the living room for Lami to do her cleaning comfortably. I know I will be tempted to sleep, and I really don't want to. I'm annoyingly sleazy. Sleeping every now and then like a cat.

To have myself busied, I emptied my wardrobe and decided to reassemble my clothing.

While I did so, I thought less about the chill nasheed which blared from my laptop, reminiscing the first few days after Sul left.

I began going home, spending the day there. Only for a few days though. It was so much fun, especially with Sabira until my mothers pursued me back home. I thought I was free because Baba who apparently is the stricter one was in China for business. I guess his two wives are no different. They were like "just because he's not around doesn't permit you to do what you like" "a married woman is supposed to remain at her home," bla bla bla. Long story short, they successfully shooed me away, trying to make me feel better by promising to send someone over to stay with me. As promised, Sakina was sent.

I don't need to repeat about how much of a cat and dog me and Sakina were. Still, having her in the house made the house less cruel to live in. I practiced school runs with her, taking her and picking her from school everyday. Funny enough, I thought about her like my own kid anytime I did that. She'd skin me though if she found out I was thinking about her like my own child. When she returns she'd usually take her bath and come downstairs. We'd eat together and sit in the living room. She either studies or go through social media. You know, she's an ss3 student, who'd be taking her final exams soon enough. Anyone in that class knows better than to joke around. Even a very unserious Sakina who's life rotates around TikTok and Instagram.