Being his replacement bride.(Completed)✔️

chapter 10

Fu'ads POV

I was sitted on the three seater sofa reading the morning news paper ,when I heard a voice talking from behind, i knew clearly it was her, Nadia.

"Good morning Yaya fu'ad your breakfast is ready it's on the dining table"I could hear her say , but I acted like I didn't hear her and focused on the newspaper.

She kept on repeating her sentence until the third time.

I turned angrily and looked at her.
"What do you think you are doing...ehm ...come on Nadia can't you see am busy ,I've heard you please you can take your leave before you get me annoyed "I shouted at her trying to pour away the bitterness in my heart.

she was scared  already from her  body expression, she was shaking.

Before I could say anything again she turned and left.

After some few minutes I started hearing the sounds of heels from the stairs.

Maybe she's going home😧...what have I done?,hope she's not going home because I yelled at her, maama will kill me !!!.shit, I have to stop her.

I pretended like I didn't see her,she was now standing beside me.

"What is it Nadia?"I raised my head to look at her clearly,she was wearing a long pink hijab with a unique design.
I couldn't manage myself when our eyes locked.

Her pointed nose ,her bulgy eyes with those long lashes of hers that made her eyes More beautiful.

"S..so.. sorry to dis..turb you ya fu'ad"she said  bringing me back to reality.

"What do you want and where are you headed to"

I asked trying to confirm if she was going to report me,even if she was going to report me will she tell me!??

"Work"she said softly ,before bitting her Small cute lips.

Work!!! I said in my mind,she must be hardworking,wait how comes I didn't know.

where could she be working???,I don't need to ask her that's not my business I don't care where she goes to.

she's nothing to me.
Yes fu'ad she's nothing to you.
I said to myself again.

"So why are you asking for my permission huh.....you can do whatever you want.you are free,and don't think I take you as my wife
,you are just a replacement and would always remain one.I hope you don't forget this "I said before looking back at the newspaper.

She left not saying a word to me.

NADIA'S POV
I woke up very early,I prayed subhi and I move downstairs to complete the house chores .I cleaned up every where before moving to the kitchen.the foods stuffs was not arranged. I will arrange it when am back from work, let me quickly cook breakfast.

I made yam and sauce ,I filled the flask with hot water and I served Yaya fu'ads food in the warmer.
I quickly ate mine before placing his on the dining table.

how will I enter his room to let him know breakfast is ready??.

Will he eat it...???.

I kept on asking myself as I started walking to go upstairs.

On reaching the stairs,i  perceived the scent of a familiar perfume, I turned back and I saw him sitted on the sofa reading newspaper.
he just remembered me of baaba.
I miss my family,he was wearing a  black sweat pants and a white sweat shirt.

I moved closer and stood behind him.
I had to gather enough courage before talking to him.

"Good morning Yaya fu'ad your breakfast is ready it's on the dining table"I said softly holding my hijab tight hoping he was not going to give me a harsh reply.

he didn't reply me.
he was still focused on the newspaper and I repeated myself thrice.
before I could open my mouth to say it again ,he turned angrily
"What do you think you are doing ..ehm..can't you see am busy eh..I've heard you,you can take your leave"he was shouting like I committed a very big offence.

Is it  because I am worried about him self.

I was shaking already my eyes were already getting wet.

I didn't add a second standing there I turned and ran upstairs.

I entered my room and banged the door before placing my back on the door and melting down to the floor .

Tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"What  wrong did I do?, because I made breakfast for him,was that the Crime I committed ? am scared of him."I said to myself as the tears kept on pouring the more.

Not until,

I remembered I was going to my closet ,I took a deep breath before going to the washroom to wash my face. I quickly dressed in my new designed hijab,it was pink and long.I wore a black heel and took my black Prada bag which I have already put all the things I'll be needing inside.i made sure I arranged everything in my room before I left. i moved downstairs,I took another deep breath before moving closer to him.

Before I could talk he asked me"what is it Nadia"
He said raising his head up to look at me ,he continue steering at my face until our eyes locked.
I quickly bent my face down.

"S..so.sorry to dis...turb you ya fu'ad"I said .

"What do you want and where are you headed to"he replied bossy.

"Work "I said softly in a low tone....it took him time before he started replying me.

" So why are you asking for my permission huh...you can do whatever you want..you are free and don't think I consider you as my wife ....you are just a replacement and would always remain a replacement...don't forget this"he said turning back to his newspaper again.

Those words of his kept on breaking my heart  into pieces.

i couldn't reply him,l walked away  and all I know is that I have his permission to leave the house.
i was strong enough not to allow tears escape from my eyes in front of him.

On reaching the gate I met the gate man
"Ina kwana hajia(good morning hajia)"
He said bending down.

"Lafiya baaba .... baaba... please don't bend down to greet me ,you are the age of my father
"I said smiling at him.

"Toh shikenan Allah ya Miki albarka yarinya Kuma ya Sanya alkhairi ah auren kun Nan(may Allah  bless you ....and may he Also bless your marriage"

"Ameen baaba ..ya sunan ka(ameen baba...what's your name)"

"Sunana baaba audu(my name is baaba audu)"

"Okay nikuma sunana Nadia (and me my name is Nadia)"

"Toh toh ah dawo lafiya hajia Nadia(come back safely hajia Nadia)"

  " Ameen"I said as he closed the small part of the gate .

The bolt I ordered for was already here alhamdulilahi ,and he dropt me at my closet.

© Najaatuzubairu.