INTENSE BLING

Part 4

POV=RACHIDA

Observing the maids walking round the gigantic living room actually feels good, each and everyone of them engaging in a thing or the other. They're exquisitely clad in regular maids uniform of maroon and white colour.

They seem so attentive and diligent in their work. It's truly impressive to see their dedication and skill.

'Uhm! I'm kinda eager to meet the householder's.'

Upon sensing our presence, they all turned to stare at us and for a moment, I begin to wonder if there are no pretty faces in this country.

If not! Why are we being the centre of attention since our arrival?! Instead they should appreciate such work of art they leave in! The house have a regal atmosphere, with beautiful draperies.

"Our esteem quest from london, welcome home!" An enthusiastic voice spoke from a top which I traced it to belong to non other than Inna Ammi. And there she goes majestically descending the royal stairs that are sparkling as if they were made of pure gold ( I won't be shocked if to say they really are) elegantly dressed in a hausa attire I guess(i'm not sure of the name tho). Her artless beautiful face held an intense enjoyment and eager expression, interest and approval.

"Zinariya! Bash! Come and take their luggage to the rooms we arranged yesterday." Inna Ammi assigned maids of opposite gender to help us with our luggage which they frantically did with a bow of their heads.

I dragged Achraf down together with me in an attempt to squat and greet her but before I knew it, the medieval lady drew us both into her arms.

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And for a moment Mahira felt an overwhelming motherly warmth engulfing the whole of her being.

The woman reluctantly broke the hug while blinking back unshed tears. She looked over to her daughter and step son who were rooted meanwhile, appreciating the beauty of the beauty queen and the Prince Charming right inside their home.

"Sanaah! Man! Come over here, can't you see your cousins?" The woman asked smiling widely, she looks so happy which did a great job in enhancing her radiant beauty.

The said girl ran to where Mahira was standing, crushing her bones with a tight grip which she referred to a hug.

"Skype, Instagram, FaceTime, Botim, Snapchat, name them? All those useless apps didn't do justice to your beauty, goddess!"

Sanaah said after breaking the hug, she bowed her head while crossing her legs and lifting the sides of her floral dress making them to chuckle at her little drama.

The boy who was called Man gave Achraf a brotherly side hug, before introducing himself to Mahira.

"Hey finest! I'm Usman but you can call me Man." He smiled feeling a strange feeling crawling its way into his heart, which his conscience gladly accept, with no hesitation.

"Hy! I'm Rachida Hakimi, I'm called Mahira, nice to meet you" she said in her usual melodious voice and genuinely smiled at him unknown to her what that smile of hers was doing to his heart and mind.

"It's my pleasure to meet thee Mahira Hakimi." He bowed dramatically
"Yh! Me and ya Man are your number one fans!" Sanaah exclaimed.

"You've never mentioned that during our video call sessions" Mahira replied with a little laugh, she feels safe around the two seemingly extroverted siblings.

"They hadn't! But believe me they couldn't even stop talking about you since they heard the news of your coming!" Inna Ammi spoke leading them to the tremendous elavator.

"Ammi! It was a day before yesterday that we were informed!" Sanaah whined while pouting her lips.

"Allow my children to rest please, ya Man do show Achraf to his room, the room beside yours at the first floor. And Sanaah show Mahira to her room, the room opposite Nadia's room on the second floor. Mahira and Achraf, you guys should freshen up and take a nap before dinner tonight, where you'll get to meet every member of the family." Inna Ammi ordered the children before sauntering to her husband's royal villa where they call 'the fada'.

"Thank you Inna-Ammi." Mahira and Achraf chorused before she left to which she lovingly smiled at them.

She made her way to the grand entrance, with majestic doors that lead into a spacious and elegant foyer.

The fada is designed to host various events and functions. It boosts spacious halls and rooms, where Murtala Aliyu Dala, helds his meetings and conferences.

Upon sighting her, the maids there, bowed their heads to show their respect.

She smiled warmly at them and made her way into the fada, since she's sure that there is no conference taking place today. She went straight to her husband's office which is situated inside the fada by the other end.

She pulled the door open revealing a charismatic figure seated on an office chair while briskly typing away on his desktop.

The elderly handsome man smiled without raising his head from the desktop, knowing only one person has the audacity of barging into his office in the entire world, even his first wife and children cannot barge into his office without permission. That one person is his beloved Batoul.

"Dubi yadda kake paying more attention to your work nowadays, aren't you tired?" She spoke while collapsing on the white couch by another side of the office.

"Are you jealous of my work?" He teased her with a grin and an arched brow.

From the mere look of the couple's, one could sense the love and adoration they share.

"Tsk! La la, I'm just watching out for you, is that a problem?"she glared at him while crossing her legs.

"Uhm! I've heard! I was about to round up and come inside, Wali informed me about the arrival of my children. Guess someone is eager to see me?" He replied while standing from his chair. seemingly, he's through with the work.

"Huff! You wish!" She twirled and matched to the door before he hurriedly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

End of Part 4
This is where the story begins, stay tuned
Btw, guess who kept giggling while writing about those shameless lovey doveys?!🤭
I'm such a shy girl wallah!