Dasuki State, Nigeria
2023.
They all woke up for Sahur, with Nini acting as if nothing had transpired the other day. Truly, she had forgotten about it. To her, it was useless and baseless. Yazid wasn’t in his right senses. It was just a silly crush. Not in her wildest dreams would she ever let her son unite with that girl. He’d let it go in a few days—maybe.
Afterward, they cleared the table and prayed before returning to bed. Nabeel walked to Yazid’s room after they returned from the mosque. They had a lot of catching up to do.
“Hey,” Nabeel said awkwardly. Since the big argument they’d had, they hadn’t really spoken.
“Hey,” Yazid replied, working on his laptop.
Nabeel sat by the side of the bed. “I heard your exchange with Nini yesterday. Guy, what happened to bro code? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How do you expect me to tell you that I wanted Asma? If even Nini reacted that way, then what about you? How would you react? Right now, I’m unsure of what to do. I don’t want to disobey Nini, nor do I want to leave Asma,” Yazid lamented. The situation was so overwhelming that he didn’t even know what to do.
“The thing is, I don’t mind as long as the person you love and want to marry is Asma and not Asad,” Nabeel joked. “I know who Asma is and what she’s capable of, but I didn’t know you wanted to steal my girlfriend.”
“Stop it.”
“Oops, you’re jealous already! I’ll help you convince Nini and Abba. If it works out, you’ll have to pay me a hefty sum. I recently heard you’re now an oil mogul.”
Yazid wanted to laugh. Of course, it was him who had hired the man yesterday to piss Nabeel off.
“Whatever lets you sleep at night,” Yazid said dismissively.
They eventually fell asleep together in Yazid’s room, catching up on gists about the oil conference scheduled for later that evening.
It was the morning of the first Ramadan. Nothing much was happening until Aunty Nana decided to grace them with her presence. Abba was still sleeping, but she insisted she needed to talk to him urgently.
Nini had to wake him up, even though he had made it clear he wanted to rest until Zuhr. He freshened up briefly before heading downstairs to meet Aunty Nana. They exchanged pleasantries and got straight to the point.
“To what do I owe a morning visit, Nana?”
“I need you to convince Maria’s father. He’s planning to reject Samha’s marriage proposal—a whole son of the governor, and he’s denying Samha!” Aunty Nana whined.
“I don’t understand you. What are you trying to say, Nana?”
“Samha has a boyfriend—the governor’s son. He’s ready to marry and settle down, but her father doesn’t want to allow it. He says she’s too young. The girl is twenty, for God’s sake! She’s in her final year. What else are we waiting for? Ga miji, Allah ya kawo! Husbands are hard to find in this generation.”
“Does Samha want to get married now?”
“That’s the problem. Even she doesn’t know. She said something about wanting to get to know him better and figure things out—they’ve only known each other for three months. But what’s the use of waiting? This generation and their wahala! They like each other, and the guy is ready to settle, but her father won’t budge. Please help me convince him.”
“Nana, think about it again. Samha is right. Even her father is right. Let them figure things out first because they’re the ones who will live with each other. You’re not the one marrying him; it’s her.”
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Misterio / Suspenso©2024 COPYRIGHTS. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she...
