The other nurses had named this room the "love nest."
"The way he dotes on her, it's like they're in their own little world," the first nurse said.
"Mtsw? It's the girl I can't stand. How did she snag such a handsome man to worship her? It's probably black magic. She's not even that pretty," the nurse in the middle scoffed.
The other nurses gasped in unison. "You're just jealous," the third nurse said.
"One could swear she's pure Arab. And not pretty? Haba, she's a gem! He's the lucky one. Look at the way she looks at him. She doesn't even let anyone near when he's around," the third nurse continued.
Ibrahim, passing by, overheard their conversation.
"Say 'Tabarakallah Masha Allah,' please," he said, raising his hands earnestly. "They all say it," he added, walking past them.
Asiya had dressed in a beautiful yellow Bubu Atamfa dress, specifically chosen by Ibrahim earlier. The doctor had discharged them, and Ibrahim had gone to pray Isha before they left.
"Assalamu alaikum," he said as he entered.
"Wa alaikum salam," she replied with a smile.
"Tabarakallahu ahsanul khaleeqeen. Allah nagode maka da wannan ni'ima. Inasonki yar kyakkyawa," he said, pulling her into an embrace. "I love you, my beautiful wife," he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly.
"Nima inasonka, mijin yar kyakkyawa," Asiya replied, hugging him back. Their lips met in a tender kiss.
"Let's go. Allah yasa baba ya koromu. Amin," he said, taking her hand, along with the books she had given him earlier and her medicine bag. They walked out together.
Ibrahim guided Asiya gently, a soft smile on his lips as they reached the parking lot. With a modest gesture, he extended his arm towards a mint green Nissan Skyline GT-R R33 parked nearby. "Your new drift baby," he said softly, his eyes full of warmth and pride.
Asiya's eyes widened in surprise and delight. She turned to Ibrahim, her face glowing with appreciation and love. "It's beautiful," she whispered, as she hugged him
"I wanted to get you something special," Ibrahim replied, his voice sincere and gentle. He opened the car door for her, still holding her hand as she got inside.
"Thank you," she said, her eyes shimmering. "I love it, and I love you. Allah yasaka da Alheri yaqara wa su mom lafia. Amin."
Ibrahim leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. "Amin. I love you too, my beautiful wife. Let's go home."
They shared a warm smile before Ibrahim walked around the car to the driver's side, and they drove off together, their love radiating in every gesture and glance.
They reached Asiya's parents' house. Baba was coming back from the mosque. She ran and hugged him. "Baba, an sallameni," she said excitedly.
"Haba, Asiya, mijinki fa, na ganin wannan sangarta," he said, lowering his voice. "But I also miss my auta."
"Why are you guys here?" Baba asked as Ibrahim greeted him.
"Zata dan kwana biyu ta warware ne," Ibrahim said, his head down.
"Shiga ku gaida mamarku, ki wuce kibi mijinki," Baba said with a serious expression.
"Baba, benim Baba'm pleaaasse," Asiya begged.
"Kinsan Allah ranki ze baci," Baba replied, his tone firm.
Asiya remained silent.
"Lafia lau, baba. Ai kwana biyu kawai zatayi," Ibrahim pleaded.
"Nagama magana," Baba said, and they all walked into the living room together. They greeted Mama and Ya Mariya. Asiya showed them the phone, the car, and the dress. She was so happy. Mama and Ya Mariya thanked him. They also showed Baba the car, and he thanked Ibrahim. He loved how Asiya appreciated everything, big and small.
Muhammad came in and recognized Ibrahim immediately, running to him. The kid was fun and bubbly, just like his mother. Ibrahim loved him so much.
Asiya went in to get the stuff Ya Mariya had brought from Majal and other vendors. She had been using MPS every month after her cycle. It was her first time taking HIT and she wanted to take it at least twice before going to Ibrahim's. But Baba had ruined her plans.
"I promise it will suffice," Ya Mariya said, adding, "Taking it for two days before seeing him is not advisable. Dan wallahi, ki saka pad," she advised. "Kisha yanzu kawai yayi. Ai kinyi using MPS this month, ko?"
"Eh," Asiya replied.
"That should be fine. Badan wannan abun ya faru ba, ai 5 days ago mukaje spa. You can go this weekend, kawai," Ya Mariya said as she locked the little luggage filled with Majal goodies.
"Allah yabaku zaman lafiya. Kibi mijinki sauda kafa, please, karkiga yana sonki dayawa ki wahalar dashi," Ya Mariya said.
Asiya nodded.
Baba and Mama advised them about marriage and life. Around 9, they walked out the front door together with Ya Mariya. Ibrahim carried Muhammad, who had already fallen asleep.
"Ina zaku mun da yaro? Se yanzu na lura yayi barci ma," Ya Mariya asked.
"Ya Mariya, mutafi dashi please," Ibrahim begged.
"Aa'aah, bako zaku dashi ba, gobe train in 10 zamu wuce KD."
"Zan maido shi," Ibrahim insisted.
"Aa'aah, ku tafiyanku kawai, please," Ya Mariya argued.
"Ok," Ibrahim said, disappointed.
They entered the car and drove to Mom's. They greeted her. Ibrahim's dad would be arriving tomorrow. They were also getting remarried with Mom. Asiya congratulated them, and they went to the house Ibrahim's dad had built for them in Maitama. It was a mansion-six bedrooms, three living rooms, a gym, a study, two kitchens, a full BQ, and more. Asiya was speechless. "This is too big. Let's stay at the one in Apo," she said, finishing her tour of the house.
"Ba inda zamu, kowane daki sekin haifa meshi. We have got work to do. Let's start from tonight," he finished with a wink.
Asiya blushed, staring at the tiles.
"Muje muyi wanka kici abinci," Ibrahim said.
"I'm not hungry," Asiya replied.
"Let's shower," Ibrahim insisted.
"I'll go and shower in the other room," Asiya said.
"Ok, stubborn head" Ibrahim replied.
They showered. Ibrahim chose a beautiful cotton nightgown for her. They ate, brushed their teeth, and cuddled, sharing lots of kisses.
It's morning, her mouth is so pink from last night kisses. She wake and couldn't find Ibrahim she showered, and couldn't find anything to wear her other clothes will be delivered later, she browsed through his clothes she found a white tshirt and 3 quater which literally fits her like a normal baggy pants.
She went outside to the poolside Ibrahim was swimming in she sits by the pool and greeted him "good morning aşkim "
"Good morning yar kyakkyawa" he said as he gets closer to her and fulls her into the pool she made loud chuckle, "Aşkımmmm" .
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fated hearts
Romanceasiya and Ibrahim fall in love back in secondary school circumstances forced them to separate. 5years later asiya is now a mother of 1 and wife of an abusive business tycoon who is a heavy drinker, a womaniser, as chaos engulfs her life she cross...
