Thought it was Khayr✅

Chapter 46: Not you too

Song of chapter: Nineteen by Pinkpantheress

Huda's POV

Coming out of the Sultan Abubakar III International Airport, me and Aunty Amatu both didn't locate each other on time. She told me she'd get a new car quite alright, but I got too carried away and didn't ask her what brand or color it was.

"It's a Kia Rio. A red one" she described after I called her.

Of all colors. A red one. Red stands out too much in my opinion.

She used to have a car, but Uncle Abdallah had travelled with it a few months ago and got into an accident. He wasn't hurt, but the car got ruined. It was only now that her new car arrived from Cotonou. Apparently that's where most people here gets thier cars.

"There you are" she chuckled, holding Hanifa. Hanee wiggled her legs for her mother to drop her down. She was eager to hug me.

"Come here" I grinned, widening my arms for her. I wrapped my arms around her small being. Unlike most kids her age, like her cousins; Yaya Ramlatu and Yaya Badiyya's kids, she didn't speak a lot. But I know she loves me so much and I love her too. She's my little ball of sunshine.

"Welcome back. We missed you" Aunty Amatu hugged me briefly, before helping me with my trolley since I was now holding Hanee in my arms.

"I bought you loooots of chocolates" I told Hanee golden news. She giggled excitedly, clapping her hands.

"You and her father keep spoiling her with sweets. It's not healthy" Aunty Amatu pointed out. She closed the boot after loading my suitcase in and entered the driver's seat. She secured her seatbelt and revved the car to life

"A little bit won't hurt right?" I rubbed my nose with Hanee's.

"Seatbelt" she reminded

"Roger"

Alhamdulillah for life, and Alhamdulillah for Aunty Amatu. Her kindness has saved me from becoming even more lost. I tend to feel lost, and feel like I have no purpose in this life.....but life wasn't very confusing after i joined Aunty Amatu's family. I became purposeful after Hanee was born. She was something i always looked forward to.

We were just two to our parents. Me, and my sister who's older than me with five years. I'm eighteen and I'll clock nineteen in a few. My mother had died when I was twelve. It was shocking, but that was life. Or so, I believed. I was exposed to the vestiges of the world at a very young age. Our dad was a quiet person, but he grew even more isolated after our mom died. He didn't let us go under anyone's custody. We lived like that with him, even though it made us even more depressed. It was as if he was leaving us too, slowly. Until he actually did, three years ago in his sleep. Very naturally.

The family sat. They sat and discussed on which family member we'd be transferred under. As you know, paternal family shall always be paternal family. No one was willing to take the trouble of two orphaned girls. We both had to move into our maternal family's family house, under our grandmother. A woman of iron. Seventy years old, yet agile. She took care of all of our expenses. Until Aunty Amatu's marriage came around the corner then.

She was leaving Abuja to live in Sokoto for the first time. I was on school holiday then, so she decided to take me there with her. I never saw it coming, that she was actually planning on taking me away for good. After I discovered it, I really felt bad. I wasn't ready mind and soul to live in Sokoto. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings. She was my mother's sister afterall. Same mother, same father. She was no different to my own mother. It was not right to turn her down, especially that she showed how much she wanted me to stay.