Abuja, NIGERIA
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Over a week had passed since Aslam and Amna's reconciliation. It was a Monday morning, they woke up early, Aslam had his gym session and they made breakfast together.
Amna stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her crinkle veil that matched her dress to cover her curls.
Aslam emerged from the closet and walked over to her, towering over her. "Are you ready, darling?" he asked and pulled her veil to cover her edges that were showing.
Amna nodded, her eyes meeting his. "Yes, babe. Muje?"
As they headed downstairs, Aslam noticed their white kitten by the staircase, her large eyes following their movements. He scooped her up, brushing her soft fur with his fingers, making the kitten purr.
Aslam grinned and handed Eiffel to Amna, who cradled her gently. "When is the vet's appointment?" he asked, adjusting the kitten's collar.
"I think next week? Will have to check" Amna answered, stroking Eiffel's head.
Aslam's eyes suddenly sparkled with a mischievous glint. He walked to the foyer with Amna trailing behind and picked up the G-Wagon car key from the console table and tossed it to her.
"You're driving today," he announced with a playful grin.
Amna groaned, catching the key mid-air. "It's a huge car for me to drive, Aslam. You know that. Let's use mine or the Range Rover."
He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "Come on, you'll be fine. My arms are still sore." He flexed his biceps slightly, remembering the 120kg deadlifts he had tackled which he hadn't in a long time.
"I didn't ask you to lift weights, babe" She rolled her eyes.
"Zaki mun massage amma anjima?" He raised a brow.
She shook her head "Mujeee, but if I crash your car, don't blame me."
"It's our car." He corrected.
Stepping outside, the bright Abuja sun cast a warm glow over them. Amna rummaged through her bag and pulled out a pair of Fendi sunglasses, slipping them on.
Aslam couldn't help but tease her. "Trying to hide from the paparazzi, are we? Celebbbb." he joked, laughing.
"Oh, shush," she retorted playfully.
Aslam moved ahead, opening the driver's door for her and held her hand and waist, helping her hop in. She climbed into the driver's seat, her fingers brushing against the steering wheel as she settled in. Amna took a moment to adjust her seat and mirrors, and connected her phone to the Bluetooth. Aslam's laughter echoed as he adjusted his seatbelt with a grin. She revved the car and drove out of their compound with a roar.
***
Upon arriving at the hospital, she parked and they headed towards the entrance. Aslam noticed Amna's apprehension and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.
They approached the reception desk where a friendly receptionist greeted them. "Good morning, how can I help you?"
"Morning. We have an appointment with Dr. Jemima Seth." Aslam answered.
The receptionist checked her computer and nodded. "Of course. Please take a seat. Dr. Seth will be with you shortly."
Soon, a nurse called their names. They walked down a quiet corridor and entered a well-lit examination room where Dr. Seth greeted them with a warm smile.
