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If y'all can't type comments, then my hands and fingers are too tired to type thousands of words too.
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It was a bright, sunny morning at the Lagos Polo Club when Aslam and Amna arrived around 9:40am. Aslam met the guys first and they greeted, with them asking about his arm and throwing one or two banter. Aslam's brother Abdulrahman had left him a message the night before letting him know he'll be there with the kids again but for the second match by 2pm after catching some sleep.
Aslam, abiding by the doctor's instruction had to sit out the matches, leaving his spot to Khalifa for the second day as well.
The first game of the day was scheduled to start at 10:00 AM, with Barkindo Farms facing off against El Caballo. Barkindo Farms, led by their seasoned patron- Abdallah Barkindo, was known for their tactical prowess. As the players took their positions, Aslam and Amna made their way to the VIP seating area where they joined the rest of the spectators.
Barkindo Farms dominated the match from the onset and by the final chukka, Barkindo Farms had secured a comfortable victory with a score of 6-3.
After the match and a break, Aslam and the guys gathered for Zuhr prayers then had refreshments to cool off from the midday heat. Amna watched as Aslam stood with the BB team members a few meters from the field. They were deep in discussion about strategy, talking about how to face Barkindo Farms in the upcoming match at 2:00 PM. Amna, meanwhile, decided to grab drinks for herself and Aslam. She made her way down to the bar, which was set up under the open VIP seating area. The bar was busy, with polo spectators placing their orders and chatting while they waited. Amna glanced over at the field and took out her phone to record a quick video of the scene. when something caught her eye through the phone lens.
In the distance, where Aslam stood, she noticed a woman, tall and dressed to the 9s, standing next to Aslam. The woman's posture and the way she gestured were unmistakably flirtatious. Amna scoffed as she watched the scene unfold. To her frustration, Aslam wasn't dismissing her immediately. Instead, he was smiling, looking engaged in the conversation, which sent a surge of anger through Amna.
She trusted him, but seeing him in that moment, laughing and smiling with another woman, hit a nerve she didn't expect to be so sensitive. Especially in a place like this, surrounded by friends and acquaintances. Her thoughts spiralled, filled with doubt and frustration.
The bartender called her attention and handed her the drinks she ordered. She barely noticed that she only picked up her lemonade, leaving Aslam's drink on the counter as she walked away, her grip tightening around the cold cup.
Without a second thought, Amna decided she needed to leave. She couldn't stay and she certainly wasn't in the mood for a confrontation- not here, not in front of everyone, she didn't want to be seen as the crazy jealous wife. She headed straight for the parking area with a quick pace. She found the driver waiting by the car, and without hesitation, she slid into the back seat, her hands still trembling slightly as she closed the door behind her. "Take me home, please." she said.
The driver glanced at her briefly in the rearview mirror and nodded.
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Meanwhile, back at the VIP section, Aslam returned from his brief conversation with the BB Polo Team members, his eyes immediately scanning the crowd for Amna. He expected to see her sitting or maybe with Zainab and the kids, who were supposed to arrive for the second match. But after a quick scan, she was nowhere in sight. He frowned, wondering where she could have gone.
