Missed me?🤭
The next morning was silent and eerie. Fatima woke up with a pounding headache and took some pills before going back to sleep. Around 1 PM, she woke up again, feeling slightly better. She got dressed and cooked a simple breakfast before retreating back to her room.
That became her routine for the next two days.
She neither saw Muhammad nor heard from him.The next day, while she was having dinner in her room, she heard his tasleem. She answered, then went back to eating her food. He moved closer to her and said, "Get ready, we're leaving for Abuja tomorrow." Before she could respond, he turned and left the room, leaving her with a mixture of confusion.
"What's wrong with this fellow?" she muttered to herself. "Yana hauka ne? Mstww. Ko da shike lokacin sanyi ne, dole."
She got up and went to Sarauniya's chamber. As she entered, Sarauniya said, "I was just about to call for you. So, you and your husband have decided to leave me alone?" Fatima just smiled.
Sarauniya continued, "He said you're leaving tomorrow. Are you packed?" Fatima shook her head. "No."
Sarauniya nodded and said, "Go and prepare for your trip."
"Okay," Fatima replied before bidding her goodbye and heading back to her room.
She prepared her bags, carefully packing everything she needed for the trip. Once she was finished, she lay down and, exhausted from the day's emotions, drifted off to sleep.
She was woken up by Muhammad, and she was startled to see him. In a cold voice, he told her to get ready, as they would be leaving in an hour. She nodded and went to get ready. She chose a modest yet stylish outfit: an abaya paired with a jersey veil, a Balenciaga bag, and Chanel shoes.
She met Muhammad in the parlor, where he said, "Let's go." They first went to Sarauniya's chamber to bid her goodbye, then to the other queens' chambers, and finally to Mai Martaba. After their farewells, they approached the convoy . The convoy consisted of several sleek, black Toyota Corollas and rugged Hilux pickups, their polished exteriors gleaming in the sunlight.
They arrived at Maiduguri International Airport and waited for a while before boarding. After their luggage was checked, they settled into their seats on the plane, preparing for their journey to Abuja.
The flight attendant came to check on them, asking if they had settled in fine. Fatima couldn't help but notice the way the attendant was eyeing Muhammad, a hint of interest in her gaze.
Fatima smiled and turned to Muhammad. "Darling, we're fine, right?" she said, her voice sweet.
Muhammad just nodded, barely looking up from his phone as he continued to scroll.
The attendant left them, and Fatima grabbed her Kindle to read. The flight was a quiet one, with both she and Muhammad engrossed in their own activities. Unknowingly, she fell asleep, her head tilting onto Muhammad's chest. He glanced at her, a smile gracing his lips, before gently adjusting her head to rest more comfortably on his chest.
The pilot's voice crackled through the intercom, announcing their imminent landing. Muhammad gently nudged Fatima awake. She stirred, blinking sleepily as she realized they were about to touch down.
They collected their luggage at the baggage claim area, waiting patiently as the carousel brought their bags around. Once they had everything, they headed out of the terminal.
A car was waiting for them outside the terminal. They got in and drove off, eventually arriving at a huge mansion. The mansion had an elegant facade, with large, arched windows and a grand entrance flanked by tall, sturdy columns.
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