Love unveiled

Chapter 6

The next morning dawned bright and clear, the air filled with the sounds of neighbors preparing for Sallah. The familiar scents of frying meat and bakings wafted through my window, stirring excitement in my heart. Today was the day for preparations.

I hopped out of bed, my nerves transformed into excitement as I began my day. I took a hot relaxing shower and slipped into a comfortable outfit, my mind racing through the to-do list for the day. Ummi was already bustling around the house, preparing traditional dishes and ensuring everything was perfect for the festivities.

"Meena! War vallitam be samosa do —come help me with the samosas !" Ummi called from the kitchen, her voice filled with warmth.

"Mi do wara —Coming!" I responded, rushing to the kitchen. The room was a flurry of activity, the maids walking back and forth, cooking traditional dishes, the scent of spices filling the air as Ummi expertly folded samosas. "Me valla ma na? —Do you need any help?"

"Just keep an eye on the dough. I want them to be perfect for tomorrow!" Ummi replied, smiling at me.

I watched, admiring Ummi's skill. "Everything will be amazing, as always."

"You always say that, but I think this year will be extra special," ummi said, glancing out the window. "We'll have more family coming, and I know you're looking forward to Sallah prayers. A mauni sosai —You've grown up so much."

"Usoko ummi —Thanks, ummi," I replied, feeling a swell of gratitude. My mother had always been my biggest supporter, grounding me amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts and feelings.

As we worked side by side, my phone buzzed again. I glanced at it, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Abubakar's name.

What's your favorite Sallah memory?

I grinned at the question. It was a perfect distraction from my tasks. I typed back quickly.
Playing with my cousins as a child. We'd always try to sneak food before the prayers, and then we'd race to see who could eat the most sweets after!

Abubakar replied almost instantly.
That sounds like so much fun! Mine is my grandmother teaching me how to make her famous jollof rice. She would always let me add the spices, saying I had the touch.

I chuckled at the thought.
I bet it's delicious! I love jollof rice. It's a staple in every celebration.

One day, I'll make it for you, he responded, and I felt her cheeks warm at the suggestion.

I'd love that! I replied, heart racing. You better not let me down!

As I put my phone down, my mother looked at me knowingly. "You're smiling again, aren't you?"

"Ummi! It's just a friend," I protested, my cheeks heating up.

"Just a friend who you text with every day? Honey, it's okay. I can see how much you enjoy talking to him."

I sighed, realizing my mother had always been perceptive. "I just... I like our conversations."

"That's okay. But remember, it's important to get to know someone well before you dive in too deep, and if he's serious, he should do things the right way by asking your parents for permission first." Ummi advised gently.

"I know, ummi. Zara has been on my case about it too," I admitted, feeling grateful for their protective instincts.

Later in the day, after helping ummi with various preparations, I finally took a moment to myself. I slipped into my room and sat on my bed, the new clothes laid out like a vibrant array of flowers. I picked up the bright yellow outfit, admiring the intricate embroidery that adorned it.

As I admired the fabric, my phone chimed again. It was Abubakar, his message bringing a smile to my face.

So, what are you looking forward to the most this Sallah?

I thought for a moment before responding.
Spending time with family, of course. And the food! I can't wait for the feast!

Food is a great reason to celebrate! What's your favorite dish?

I grinned, relishing the back-and-forth banter.
Definitely jollof rice, but I also love the chicken kebabs ummi makes.

You must share the recipe with me, he replied, and my heart fluttered. The thought of sharing a piece of my family with him filled me with warmth.

Only if you share your grandmother's recipe too!

Deal! But only if you promise to taste mine first!

I laughed at his playful confidence.
You've got a deal.

Just then, Zara knocked on the door and peeked in. "Are you ready for a little adventure? We're heading to the market for last-minute supplies!"

I looked at my phone, realizing I had been so engrossed in my conversation that I had lost track of time. "Sure! Let me grab my bag!"

As we made our way to the bustling market, I felt a sense of normalcy settle in. The vibrant colors of the stalls, the chatter of vendors, and the delicious aromas wafting through the air reminded me of the community spirit that defined Sallah.

"Have you thought more about meeting Abubakar after the celebrations?" Zara asked, nudging me playfully as we wove through the crowd.

"I have, but I'm still unsure. I want to enjoy Sallah without getting ahead of myself," I replied, feeling a mixture of excitement and caution.

Zara nodded, her expression serious. "That's wise. Just remember to take it one step at a time. Enjoy the moments we have right now."

I smiled, grateful for Zara's friendship. As we picked up fresh ingredients for the feast, I felt a renewed sense of anticipation for the upcoming celebration.

Back home, the evening unfolded with the family gathering around the dining table, laughter and chatter filling the room. My heart swelled as I looked around at my loved ones, all ready to embrace the joy of Sallah together.

That night, as I lay in bed, I reflected on the balance of excitement and caution. Abubakar was a new chapter in my life, one I was willing to explore carefully. But for now, I focused on the love and joy surrounding me during this blessed time. Sallah was just around the corner, and with it, the promise of new beginnings.

Tomorrow would bring prayers, family, and cherished memories. And maybe, just maybe, a new connection that was waiting to blossom in the days ahead.