fated hearts

chapter 12

At Asiya's neighbor's garden, Asiya and Ibrahim sat together. Asiya smiled, "Aşkım, you know I love you, right?"

He smiled, cupping her face with his hands. "Of course, I know, and I love you more."

Asiya moved a bit closer to him. "You are my deepest love, Aşkım. There's no debate. I have never loved anyone this much, and I will never love anyone even close to this kind of love. Aşkım, wallahi, the thought of wata rana na rayu babu kai arayuwana scares the living shit out of me. Ina roqon Allah kar ya jarabcenni da rashin ka a rayuwana. My life would be sad and depressed, happiness would leave me completely."

"Happiness will not leave you, baby," Ibrahim reassured her, tracing her eyebrows with his fingers. "I've talked with mom. If su baba will allow it, I want us to get married as soon as we start school. somewhere early next year."

"Why wouldn't they? I love you so much. Baza'amun auren dole ba. You are my peace, Aşkım. I want my life with you; otherwise, I don't want it at all."

Ibrahim smiled, taking a sip of the juice in front of him. "Sia'm, In Sha Allah, by this time next year, we'll be married. Kinzama matana."

Asiya hid her face in her palms, blushing deeply. The henna stain on her hands looked beautiful. Ibrahim kissed the back of her hand while her hands still covered her face. "Za'amun naita kallo har ya goge," he said, his voice filled with tenderness.

She slowly uncovered her face, their eyes locking in an intense gaze. The moment seemed to stretch endlessly, their love palpable in the air. Asiya hugged him tightly, feeling his warmth envelop her.

"Allah yasa, Aşkım," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Ibrahim held her close, his heart pounding. "Sia'm, I can't wait for the day I can call you my wife, every single day."

Asiya pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Neither can I, Aşkım. You are my everything."

"Asiya, maman Farha is calling for you," Hanifa, the neighbor's daughter, said. They quickly broke the hug as Asiya said, "Zanzo," trying to fix her veil.

"Aşkım, banaso murabu. Call me dakaje gida, please," Asiya said, clinging to him.

"I'm missing you already, habibaty," Ibrahim said, smiling. They walked to Ibrahim’s car. He gave her face a gentle caress, "Baby, I love you," he said, feeling her love deep in his veins.

"I love you more," she replied, watching him drive away before entering her house.

"Ya Farha, you’re here?" Asiya asked, her smile growing bigger. "Da Ya Abubakar kuke?" Farha hugged her as she answered, "Yes. Tafian nakine ma ai. Muhsin Qaraye ya matsa se mun kawoshi ya nema izinin baba. He needs permission to seek your hand in marriage."

Asiya quickly took her hand away from her sister's. "And what did Baba say?" she asked as fear took over her face.

"Yace ki akiraki ku gaisa, but nasan ze miki magana ma. Kinga abokin jaan ne yanada kirki wallahi," Ya Farha said with a smile.

"Nibana sonshi, inada wanda nakeso," Asiya confessed, which made her mom, who was sitting across from them, give them her full attention.

"That's nonsense. Waya sanshi? Kuma shi wannan dayake sonki ai wurin ubanki yafara zuwa. Don’t let kananan yara su bata miki lokaci," and wakika ga yafara son wani ba tareda yazo gida ya nema izinin baba ba? Seke me kai biyu? Ya Farha said, getting a bit worked up.

"I don't mind. Inma bata mun lokacin yake bare shima aurena yakeson yi i love someone else And I'm not going to see anyone," Asiya replied. "Kuma gaya mishi yatafi," she added.