EXTRA MILE FOR LOVE

49: Godmother duties

"Did you give Nabil my account number?" Najma asked Basma as they got upstairs. "Well why am I even asking you? Who could have given him." She asked as she shook her head.

"He asked for it, why would I refuse to give him? And besides It's about time he actually gets your account number you know. You have been a good girlfriend." Basma declared.

"Basma and audacity! Sai kace dole ne?" Najma laughed looking at Basma unbelievably. "It's also high time you drop that Naive good girl stuff, let this man spoil you as It should be please. Not all the time, gifts, gifts, we need cash baby." She winked as she nudged Najma's shoulder who was busy with her phone.

Basma shouted on top of her voice after she received 10 million alert from Najma. "Oga wife! What in the world of money? Wai.......wait a minute. How.........How much did Nabil sent like this?" Basma asked as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Stop being a drama queen please Basma, it suits me more. And yes for the record, he sent 50million which I'm so clueless of what to do with the money." I just know we have got to spend all these money silently and carefully." Najma replied.

"Gossip girls can you two stop whispering over there?" Ameerah called their attention to the photo area.

"Nabil can't take his eyes off you not even for a second." Basma whispered to Najma. "I tell you and Mummy is soon going to join us here because the event is starting soon. He has been insisting on saying hi to her. What do you think?" Najma asked looking troubled.

"Mummy is cool you, even If she doesn't like him....."

"Why would you say something like that Basma?" Najma cut Basma off. "Calm down tigress, we are just weighing the possibility of things here. So like I was saying, even If she doesn't like him, you know she won't make It so obvious to him." Basma announced and that made Najma felt so much better.

"Hello Gorgeous, I have been staring at you for long, Since the wife has forgotten how to greet the husband, the husband will then come and greet his wife." Abbakar announced from nowhere.

"What in the world of Audacity?" Both Najma and Basma's mind read alike, as they had the same matching facial expressions, their noses and eyebrows both lifted as they turned and looked at each other.

"Ummm....errrrrrr.......Abbakar........Ya Abbakar Ina yini." Najma broke the silence, as she struggled for words, while gulping down a hard to swallow saliva. They exchanged pleasantries with Basma and she excused them.

"Ummm I have to also go and join the others too, because Godmother's duties calls." Najma forced a smile on her face. "And you think you look decent enough to be a godmother?" Abbakar asked. "Excuse you!" She declared as she swiftly placed her left hand on her waist.

"What do you mean by that?" She asked as she glared at her outfit , while turning her eyes back at him with disbelief. "Well It doesn't look decent enough. You keep forgetting you're going to be my wife soon. All the men out here have been staring at you, I also see the way that wayward Nabil of........." Najma abruptly cut him off.

"Not a single bad word against him. What has he ever done to you? Respect that he is my........." She let her words trailed off as she tried to calm herself down. "Your lover right?" He asked.

"You know what? I have had enough of your jealousy Abbakar, Excuse me please!" She walked out on him and disappeared into the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the godmother, as she is going to be opening this event." The DJ abruptly announced Najma's name, a lost Najma who was looking very frustrated turned around to give Ameerah an addled look. What's this all about? Why does Ameerah have to be so dramatic when It comes to events? She could remember how she made them practice for an entrance during her wedding, now it's naming ceremony, still another drama.