Amal✔️

.PART THIRTY SEVEN.

Amal pov

*Five months later*

Who is this trying to disturb my sleep this early morning, I picked up without checking the caller ID

"hello, pls am I speaking to Mrs Amal usman" a feminine voice spoke

"yes who am I speaking with pls" I asked

"I am calling from the hospital"

"wha..what..what happened!?"

"nothing serious we just wanted to happily inform you that your husband is awake"

"are you serious!?"

"yes ma'am we'll need you to come immediately if possible"

"ok ok no problem I'll be right there, thank you so much!"

*call ended*

I was beyond happy. I wish someone could feel how happy I was. I screamed and thanked the almighty for sparing him life till today.

Finally after good five months after all the hope I lost, all the pain I've been through and now sadness has turn to happiness.

I quickly dropped from the bed and headed to take a bath. I was too excited to search for reasonable clothes so I just grabbed a light green cargo pants, white baggy shirt, black Veil and a white sneakers. and rushed downstairs.

"Broski Khaleed, where are the keys!" I yelled from the parlour

"what keys" he asked

"bro keys for the BMW"

"Oooh, their in moms room"

"what about the Mecerdes"

"wait a minute, where are you rushing to"

"bro it urgent just give me the keys please"

"tell me where you're going and I'll give you"

"fine!, I'm going to see usman"

"Ooh ok oo"

He said and threw the keys, I hissed and headed out. one of the reasons I hate lending him my car before I get them back.....     y'all know the rest

Upon arriving I found usman seated resting his back while holding a cup of tea. I became so emotional, I just stood there admiring the creature of God and remembering all we went through makes the tears flow more. he has really changed alot. I was deep in thought when I heard

"are you alright?" he asked snapping his fingers

"oh,yeah I'm fine" I said wiping off the tears

I dragged a chair and sat close to him.

"how are you feeling" I asked

"much better"

"glad"

*awkward silence*

"why were you crying" he asked out of blue

"nothing, I just got too emotional seeing you awake"

"don't worry I got you now" he said while squeezing my hand and I gave him a weak smile

"where is Asma'u" he asked

I don't know why but I dislike  hearing the name, it just reminds me of the past and every single hardship I went through. But I managed to answer

"she's in the station"

"I want to meet her" he said with a straight face.

Is this guy mad or what, like guy you just woke up from five months coma but you're saying you want to meet the person that almost ended your life.

"no!" I said

"what do you mean"

"I mean no! you're not going anywhere"

"I'm awake at least let me deal with her myself"

"usman I said no! you're meeting no one and she's already with the cops so what else will you do"

He rolled he's eyes and turned his head towards left. I grabbed my phone to call mama.

"who are you calling" he asked

"mama" I answered without looking at him.

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"wayo baba na, ya gikin (oh my dear how are you feeling)" mama said while embracing him

"Alhamdulilah mama much better" usman replied

She hugged him, kissed his forehead and kept touching he's hair constantly. I was just smiling. 'like Why is she touching your man too much.' the bitch in my head spoke.

Suddenly my phone started ringing, it was an unknown number I said bismillah before picking
"Hello Mrs Amal usman, it detective Affan Haydar, we need you at the station right now so please kindly hurry up" he said

"alright I'll be there as soon as possible" I replied and hanged up.

Usman was looking straight in my eyes waiting for explanation but I didn't say anything. I told mama that I'll be back and left.

I know is short pardon me 🙃
Note: next part won't be an update!