The Riddle Of Us.

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"So, you are basically getting married," Ibrahim's voice came, light as usual, but there was this underlying seriousness that Amir Qasim could spot in it even from a mile away.

Amir Qasim sighed, as he carried on with his strides, one hand holding onto the reins of his horse, the animal walking slowly to match his steps as well. He and Ibrahim had just done their usual rounds at the field, and were now walking the horses back for they decided a stroll would be much better to discuss the issues at hand.

He had finally opened up to Ibrahim about the issue that has been bothering him—the same issue he could not exactly open up about the night before when he visited his house because a certain Fulani young lady has once again managed to entrance him, leaving him incapable of exploring such a topic that tore him apart internally. And that was the first response he got from Ibrahim who had quietly listened to him explain the situation to him—as his confidant and the only person he could open up to about what has been bothering him the most.

"I do not want to," Amir Qasim confessed earnestly, though not intending to give Ibrahim an excuse and was just expressing his sincere feelings.

Ibrahim offered him a small smile, the usual one he uses to lighten the situation. "You do not have a choice though the way I see it."

Amir Qasim sighed.

Ibrahim's smile widened slightly, though it was anything but amusing. In an attempt to lift some of his friend's burden, he then tried tease him. "Well, if it makes you feel better, I heard people say the Princess of Kubi is enchanting even. Wasu sunce kyawunta kaman na aljanu. It is that unreal. At least you will have a beautiful wife, yeah?"

Amir Qasim threw Ibrahim a look, somewhere in between wondering how the man would bring that up of all things, and once again rethinking his decision of them being friends entirely. When all he got in response was Ibrahim's usual light hearted expression, he shook his head, unable to share the man's mood. It appears Ibrahim does not quite understanding how he feels regarding this thing entirely.

"It is Kubi Caliphate we are talking about here," Amir Qasim stated, his voice stone cold. "The last thing I want, is to be entangled with them—especially not because of these so called responsibilities." He is not being ungrateful for the life he was born into, and never once has he complained of those responsibilities. It is just that this time around, those deep rooted feelings of his are being tested, and he was not sure if he could pass those tests. "A marriage is the most ridiculous thing ever in this case."

Ibrahim stared at Amir Qasim, not missing the look on his face, and the pure hatred that underlined his words. His smile wavered slightly, understanding the gravity of the situation. He of all people, as Amir Qasim's closest confidant, knows exactly how the man must be feeling at the moment—and thus knows no amount of advice he would give will actually go into the man's head.

But, that does not mean he would not give it to him.

"You know what, Yerima?" Ibrahim started, looking ahead as well as his hands held onto the reins of the horse he rode, and the sound of their steps along with that of the stallions was the only thing heard in the vast open space. "Whatever feelings you have against Kubi Caliphate should not influence the way you will treat her. After all, she is innocent in all of this. Do not let your emotions get the best of you. You are not that kind of person."

"It already has," Amir Qasim stated earnestly, his tone grim and cold, and Ibrahim almost flinched at the harshness in Amir Qasim's tone. The hatred he has for the Caliphate and those in it has extended to this innocent woman that would be thrusted into his life, and Ibrahim pitied the woman earnestly. Amir Qasim then turned his head around to look at Ibrahim. "She may become my wife, but Ibrahim you know that my heart only belongs to one woman."