fated hearts

chapter 13

Ibrahim straightened his kaftan for what felt like the hundredth time. His heart pounded in his chest as he approached Asiya's house. Today was the day he would meet Baba alone, a crucial step in solidifying their relationship and future together. The gravity of the meeting weighed heavily on him, but the thought of Asiya's love gave him strength.

As he knocked on the door, he whispered a quick prayer. Moments later, the door opened to reveal Asiya's uncle, Abubakar. Who's just a bit older

"Assalamu alaikum," Ibrahim greeted, trying to steady his nerves.

"Wa alaikum assalam," Abubakar replied, giving him a warm but measured smile. "He is waiting for you in the sitting room. Come in."

Ibrahim stepped inside, feeling the weight of the house's atmosphere. He was led to the sitting room where Baba sat, his expression stern but not unkind. Ibrahim took a deep breath and approached him, bowing slightly in respect.

"Assalamu alaikum, Baba, ina yini?" Ibrahim greeted, his voice steady.

"Wa alaikum assalam," Baba replied, gesturing for him to sit. "Please, have a seat, Ibrahim."

Ibrahim sat down, his mind racing with the words he had carefully prepared. He looked at Baba, who regarded him with a discerning eye.

"Ibrahim, I understand you have feelings for my daughter, Asiya," Baba began, his tone neutral.

"Yes, Baba," Ibrahim replied, meeting his gaze. "I love Asiya deeply. I respect her and wish to build a future with her."

Baba nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Ibrahim's face. "Asiya has spoken highly of you. She seems to care for you a great deal. But love alone is not enough. A marriage is built on many pillars: respect, understanding, shared values."

"I agree, Baba," Ibrahim said earnestly. "I am committed to ensuring Asiya's happiness and well-being. I want to be a supportive and loving husband."

Baba leaned back, folding his hands together. "Yayi kyau Ibrahim, kana da wani aikine?

"Eh baba we have a chain of cafes and  supermarkets across abuja, kano,kaduna and lagos. My mother and I.

How about your father? Baba asked.

Which made Ibrahim's heart pounded a bit
They separated before i was born. I was raised by my mother.  Ibrahim replied.

Ok, mallam Ibrahim I am going for Umrah in a few days. When I return in a month's time, I would like to meet your relatives. This is a significant step, and it's important that our families meet and discuss the future."

Ibrahim felt a wave of relief and determination wash over him. "Thank you, Baba. I will arrange for my In Sha Allah to be here when you return. I appreciate this opportunity and will do everything to honor it."

Baba gave a slight nod, his expression softening just a bit. "Very well. You have my permission to start seeing her here in the house. We will talk more when I return. For now, go in peace, "

"Nagode, Baba. Allah yaqara girma," Ibrahim replied, standing up.

As he left the sitting room, he felt a surge of hope. This was a significant step forward. He would prepare his relatives and ensure that everything was in place for Baba's return.

Outside, he saw Asiya waiting for him at the edge of the garden. Her eyes were filled with concern and hope. The moment she saw him, she rushed to his side.

"Aşkım, how did it go?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Ibrahim smiled, "It went well, Sia'm. Baba wants to meet my parents when he returns from Umrah. Harna qagu naji an bani ke. But an bani izinin ganinki"

Asiya's eyes lit up with relief and joy. "Thank you, Aşkım. I knew you could do it."

Ibrahim smiled feeling the strength of their love enveloping them. "We'll get through this together, my love. Insha'Allah, everything will work out."

They  chatted a bit Ibrahim left. They were both very  happy.