Two Brothers, One Heart

Part 2: Chapter 70

It rained the night they arrived in Abuja, making the trip last nearly an hour. Along the way, they had some interesting detours, like Yasin needing to take a quick bathroom break and asking her to buy snacks from the street vendors. They ended up getting chinchin, drinks, puff-puff, and even bread.

When they reached their destination, Zaynab warmly welcomed them and gave Islam a tight hug. She looked a bit thinner and paler in her gown, but her strength had returned. Instead of napping like she usually does, she cooked their favorite meal for them. She didn't ask about Firdausi because she knew how busy she was with Sundrill Constructions.

For dinner, Zaynab prepared a delicious spread of egg-coated yams, scrambled eggs, hot dogs, and chocolate drinks. It was a joy to savor her cooking once again.

Their house in Abuja had a different vibe compared to the one in Kaduna. It was not only massive but also surrounded by lush greenery and had a spacious backyard with fresh fruits growing in the garden. Inside, there were five bedrooms and a well-equipped kitchen.

Islam claimed the upstairs bedroom as her own, seeking a quiet sanctuary to immerse herself in her writing. With her MacBook by her side, she delved into the depths of her thoughts, penning a book that explored the power of patience in the face of hardships. As she typed away, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, her parrot perched in its cage at the other end of the room, adding a touch of vibrant company to her solitude.

The morning air was crisp and invigorating, the perfect backdrop for a productive work session. Islam prepared herself a cup of matcha, its soothing warmth fueling her creative energy. However, as she battled with a nagging headache, Zaynab, ever the caring mother, approached her with concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, her gentle hands massaging Islam's temples.

Initially, Islam tried to stop her, not wanting to be a bother, but the soothing touch quickly eased her pain. "Thanks, Mama," she expressed her gratitude, feeling the tension melt away. Zaynab, taking a moment to adjust herself, then asked a question about her own appearance. "Do you think I'll look good with my hair barbered?" she inquired, seeking her daughter's opinion.

Islam, always appreciative of her mother's love and support, responded with words of affirmation. "Even if your hair is barbered or not, you're still the best mother in the whole wide world," she declared, expressing her unwavering admiration. Zaynab, moved by her daughter's kind words, planted a gentle kiss on Islam's forehead and embraced her tightly.

"Oh, Mama," Islam exclaimed, her voice filled with gratitude and affection. She leaned into Zaynab's embrace, cherishing the love and warmth that enveloped her. "You always know how to make me feel special. Thank you for being the best mother in the world."

Zaynab smiled, her eyes sparkling with pride. "My dear Islam, you are a treasure. I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. You were chubby and had the most beautiful eyes that captured everyone's hearts. I knew then that you were destined for greatness."

Islam blushed, a mixture of embarrassment and joy spreading across her cheeks. "Mama, please, you're embarrassing me," she protested playfully, brushing off her mother's teasing words. "Promise me you'll be there for me".

But Zaynab couldn't help but continue to shower her daughter with love. She gently stroked Islam's hair, her voice filled with tenderness. "My darling, I promise you that I will be by your side throughout the entire journey of preparing for your marriage. We will create beautiful memories together, and our love will be a guiding light in every decision we make."

As they shared this intimate moment, Yasin's voice interrupted their conversation. He stood at the doorway, holding his mug and wearing a mischievous grin. "Hey sister, where's my custard?"