Married to Prince Khaleefah

Hospital Again ?

Three Months later

Three months! And my bond with Ummi, and Ayrah, became thinner, it was almost as if it wasn't there.

I sighed, and asked Allah for help, as I knocked on her door.
" Who is that ? " she asked, and I responded.

" It's... It's.. Humayra ! "

I could swear, I heard a long hiss.

The door opened after a while, and I could see Ayrah on the bed, typing away on her new phone.

When last did I lie on her bed.
" What is it ? " she said, sharply.
" I just came to greet you. "

" Now, you can go. " she spat.

" Mama, what went wrong ? " I asked the question which I answer I knew, but didn't understand.

" Ayrah, tell your sister to leave ! She's giving Me headache. "

" Oh, sorry Mummy. Leave ! Or are you deaf ! " Ayrah shouted, and I felt bad, but I had a bit of confidence in me, which made me say.

" Did I talk to you ? I was talking to Ummi, so mind your business ! "

" Look at this small brat, Ummi. Imagine the audacity, to talk to Me like that. Are you insane ? Were you born well? I am sure you aren't even my sister, you must've been exchanged, with my real sister. "

" Please, I am sorry for what I said, I just want to talk to my mother.
" Oh please, I said shut up. "
" Ayrah, I am beg... "

" Quiet, you piece of trash. Look at you, you call yourself a Muslim, when you don't even have what all un married girls like me, have. "

" Excuse me ? "

" You are Excused. You heard me right, You have given the best gift you can give your husband, to another person. Or people, if I might add. "

" Ayrah, stop ! " Tears were already filling my eyes.
" Why should I ? Huh ? Why should I ? You have no pride to just walk away, If you want me to say it, then I'll say it, You have lost your Virgini... "

Slap ! Slap ! Slap !

That wasn't me, that was ... Yaya Ayman.
" Are you insane, Huh ! "

" Look at this man, Look at this small useless creature. Slap me ! You said you were promoted, more like deported, they didn't want trash in their country, they brought you back. Worthless Human being. "
Slap ! Slap ! Slap !

That wasn't him, nor me, Abbi wasn't around, it was... Ummi.

" Ummi... You slapped me ? "
" and I'll do it again, if you ever speak this way against my son. You can speak this way to Humayra, but not my son. ".

" Ummi ?!? What have you become ? What has rage turn you into, you have become... This isn't my mother. " Yaya Ayman said, and I wanted to run away.

" This is your mother, that ' thing ' is not your sister, I can't live in the same house, with a murderer, a deflowered ... "

I just ran away from there, leaving the house, I didn't care what's gonna happen, I hated every thing in this world, right now.

I was so deep in sulking, that I didn't know, when I was hit by a car.

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Ayman's.        Pov

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I couldn't believe what I just saw. My own Ummi, was so heartless, that too, to her own daughter.

" This is your mother, that ' thing ' is not your sister, I can't live in the same house, with a murderer, a deflowered, and an  impure prostitute. "

I felt everything crumble, I saw Humayra run away, but then I thought, she needed the alone time.

" Nothing should happen to my sister, or else... " I warned, and left there.

I went to my room, and rested my head, as I brought out my phone, I entered the gallery icon, and clicked on a photo.

She was laughing, she didn't know that I clicked the camera.
I felt a lone tear, fall from my eyes, as it landed on my phone screen. I went to the bookshelf, and brought out another photo of her, in front of the school.

We were having Ice Cream, together.
I shuffled for another one, it was me and her father.

I couldn't believe it, my love, she was far from me, yet so close.

The last photo was the last time we saw each other, on her graduation from Culinary school.

One year ago

" Here, I made it... For you " she said, with all love in her eyes.

" Awwn, Baby, thanks so much. "

I carried a spoon, and dug in, but the taste was unbearable. I struggled to swallow it, and she asked me.

" How is it ? "

" Huh.?!? "

" C'mon Babe, how is it ? "

" It tastes... Nice. " I said, and she jumped up and down, like a six year old.
" Have another. " she suggested, and I gulped, taking in another spoonful.

I felt like throwing up, Believe me, I didn't know what I was eating.
" Let me feed you. " she said, and sat on the picnic table, feeding me a spoonful.

"I haven't even tasted it." She said, and took a large spoonful in her mouth, and immediately spat everything out, drinking a bottle of water.

" It tastes like a Camel's Butt. "

" Yeah. "

" but you said you loved it . "

" I am sorry "

" You lied to me "

" Have you been lying to me ? "

" No ! "

" How can I trust you ? "

" I promise, I didn't mean it, I didn't want you to get hurt. " I explained, and she cleaned her tears.

" Okay fine, I have a gift for you. "

" What ? "

" Yes. "
." Here is it " I said, handing her a wrapped gift, and she ripped it out.

My baby was hyper! That's what I love about her.

" Culinary School ? "

" Yes. "

" but how did you know, I didn't know how to cook ? "

" Teemah told me. "

" Oh. That girl ! "

" Loved your gift ? "

" Of course. "

She said, blowing a kiss to me. I wish for the day, when I can finally touch her, and not fear anything. The day, she would complete my deen.

I gazed at the photo once more, it was the party I three for her, Humayra wasn't even around then, she was with our cousins.

The banner was decorated in her best color, blue.

It wrote

' Congratulations on your Graduation from Culinary School '

    ' Zaina Abdullahi Gambo '

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Huh ?

This Chapter's boring, I know.