rukayya_abdullah, this chapter is all for you 💝💝💝
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"Here" Batuul carefully kept a calabash of fura da nono cow milk, a Fulani delicacy in my front
"Barka da shan ruwa hope you broke your fast well. Enjoy, it was specifically made for you, it's fresh" she beamed
"Thank you, did you make it yourself?"
"Nooo, the maids did" I made a mental calculation that it must have been Khairi
"But if you want me to make it for you myself, I will learn" she added quietly
What's wrong with this girl, does she have reasoning swings or something? One time she is a chatterbox, the next time she becomes all calm and sweet
"You don't have to do that really, I'm okay with this" I smiled and drank my fura da nono, while she sat quietly not even talking to Khalil. It was Iftar time and Khalil and I sat outside to eat after coming back from the Masjid for Magrib prayers.
"Ya Batuul" Khalil started with a mischievous grin, whenever he called her Ya Batuul, he was definitely going to look for her trouble
"What?" she glared at him. Now that's the Batuul I know.
"Where is my fura ?" he innocently whined, though I knew it was far from being real.
"If you want fura you know where to get it "
"This is not fair, is it because you two are getting married? I will always be your brother, remember that" Batuul just rolled her eyes as she didn't want to go further
"Don't mind her Khalil, come and join me" I offered "I don't want, I'm even full, let me stroll a little " he got up and started walking around
"Miyetti masin thank you very much for the fura"
"You're welcome" she replied
"Yaya"
"Uhmm"
"Do you love me?"
"Of course I do Batuul, your my sister" At least I didn't lie
"Will you send Abba and Umma away from the palace when you become king?"
"Of course not, why will I do that, why will I think of sending my own parents away uhmm?" I told her "Besides I don't even have the right to, this Palace belongs to all of us" I gestured by spreading my hands wide and she chuckled
"Will you marry other wives after you marry me?" she whispered almost to herself
"Do you want me to?"
"Noooooo" she shook her head vigorously and I heard Khalil burst into laughter behind me
"Yaya you have to be very careful, because something tells me Batuul will be a very jealous wife" he smirked at her and that made her pick her shoes and run after him, holding her long velvet gown in one hand.
Now that's the Batuul I know
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"What's going on here?" I asked the guards at the entrance of the palace, they were arguing with someone. Two amongst the guards ran up the short distance to where I stood. Squatting, they explained to me that the man at the entrance wants to come into the palace, that they didn't allow him in cos he may be some beggar. I wonder why they always treated people so.
I walked over to where the rest stood with the man, after answering their greetings, I turned to study the man.
He was tall and lanky, probably in his early 50s, he looked worn out. He must have traveled from so long away. I felt bad for how the guards treated him.
"Good afternoon Baba, welcome " I greeted the elderly man with respect
"Good afternoon my son, may Allah grant you your heart desires" he answered happily
"Ameen Baba, who are you looking for?"
"Jakadiya, does she still live here?" he asked hopefully, which made me confused
"Why are you looking for her, who are you to her?" I asked, politely though
"Who are you?" he directed my question back to me "Your face looks familiar, you look like someone I know"
"I'm Jakadiya 's son"
"Her son, how come? Please take me to her" I could see the confusion on his face, well I too was confused. I decided to take him to Umma.
Maybe she will have answers for both of us.
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We met Qudsiyya outside on a prayer mat, reciting the Holy Quran, she looked up to greet us. I asked her to help us call Mama and few minutes later, Mama came out of the house, but alone.
Immediately she set eyes on the man, her eyes bulged
"Mabrooka" the man exclaimed
"Mai gida?my husband" It came out as a question "Is that really you? " she pointed at him, her voice was choked up now. She was crying. The man was crying too. I was more confused now, I could not comprehend the scene in front of me. Umma threw herself on the floor, she was in hysterics now. I rushed to her side to help her up but she refused so I went in to call Qudsiyya who came running behind me
"Mama what's wrong with you?" she asked in concern, squatting beside her and holding her hand in hers, she briefly glanced at the man who had his full attention on them now
Mama composed herself a little before she spoke
"Yar nan my daughter, this child" Mama still believed in the tradition of not calling a first child by his or her name.
"This is your father" she said pointing at the man...
And that meant he was my foster father.
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Yaaaay, Jakadiya's husband is back.
Let's wait and hear his story.
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