Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 24: Back to square one

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Khayr's POV

"Ah hotuna sunyi kyau masha Allah(wow! The pictures turned out prettily)" Sul's mother beamed, nodding acceptingly.

She was going through the photo album. I giggled shyly but my eyes remained on my hands. I am a shy daughter in-law. Even if a dog bite me I can not look at my husband's mother in the face. On a normal talk, talkless of now that she's buttering me with compliments.

Five days have passed, today is Saturday. I was casually lazying around in the living room as usual when my mother-in-law surprised me with a visit. She came with this girl called Farida. Apparently she's Sul's cousin. She lived with Sul's mother.

It was a pleasant surprise really. I never imagined my mother-in-law would step a foot into my house. This was definitely her first time. Don't get me wrong. You see Mama Suwaiba, my Mom and my elder sisters? Hmmm, Unless something serious happens to me, Allah kiyaye (may Allah protect), I doubt if they could ever step a foot into my house.

Something about pride and stuff? African elders and thier bizzare arrogance. I thought his mother would be no different. Really. Turns out, she's actually cooler than expected. To be honest, should i marry off a female child in the future, I wouldn't mind visiting her once in a while. I was more than honored to have my mother-in-law in my house.

But I was slightly embarrassed. I mean she visited me on her own! It's supposed to be the latter. I've been too idle these days and even got pathetically scrambled out of my own house. Why did it never crossed my mind that my family isn't the only family I had? I should've visited my beloved mother-in-law in that mean time. I was among that one in a million percentage of girls who were lucky enough to have a loving mother-in-law.

I'm not a good daughter-in-law, really. I bet I don't even think about my mother-in-law the way she thinks about me. I mean, the last time I saw her should be close to a month ago, after we returned from Lagos.

Anyways, I sprinkled my warm welcome on them, serving them with snacks and refreshments. Our photo album too to busy themselves with. The photographer actually made two copies. I planned to let Sul hold the other one but I might just hand over his to his mother.

She gives Farida the photo album which I dashed them.

"So how's Sulaiman?" She clasps her fingers together, inching forward. She gives me a stern look of concern. It made me slightly uncomfortable. "I mean, i hope he takes good care of you?" She inquires further making me almost release a sigh of relief.

"Yeah he takes good care of me" I tell her truthfully, a small smile following my words. Why was I anxious some minutes ago? It's not like I committed any offence. Well, an overthinker for you.

Sul takes good care of me. We chat every day, and he diligently sends me money for myself and for housekeeping. We're on perfect terms, Alhamdulillah.

"That's great. Muma daga wajen buki ne muke kusa da nan shine nace bari mubiyo inganku(we were coming from a ceremony close to yours, so we decided to drop by)" she explains, adjusting her bag. Aww, they're leaving already? That's sad. They didn't spend a good thirty minutes here.

Apparently her driver was outside, awaiting them. It's after Maghrib.

"Allah sarki," I sweetly say, rubbing the back of my neck.