My life as a Fulani girl.

Chapter thirty three

AN: I made a mistake last chapter, its supposed to be Part two not Part one. K Allah sa kun gane.

   I'm so happy BC Rukky and Alamin finally got married !! My fave wattpad couple. Eep xx

  

    Two days later
Friday, 25th October.

     Why?? Why?? Why??

    I've asked this question in my head more than a hundred times now. I just don't get it. What type of a sick and twisted game is destiny playing with me.

    Astagfiruullah I know its wrong to question what Allah has planned for you.

   Since baba announced the pregnancy thing to Ayman and I, I had become numb.

   Is something wrong with baba!? I just don't get.

    I'm always absentminded now, thinking about the scenarios whereby I end up leaving Ayman.

   I can't handle that. Ayman has become a part of me. And how can I live without the most important part of my body?

    It hurt me to the core that my own father will suggest something like that.

    I laughed quietly and laid my head against the cold tiles, my life is crazier than any sixteen year old's.

   "Nina!" I heard the ringing voice of Ayman.

   I grinned just by the mere thought of seeing his handsome face.

     "Hato a wani (where are you)?" He asked still yelling.

    I shouted back where I was which was one of the empty rooms upstairs. I just felt bored earlier so I decided to come and explore the house a bit.

   The door opened and closed "I'm not seeing you" Ayman muttered dryly. I could imaging him rolling his eyes.

   I chuckled and hurriedly got out of the bathtub and out of the bathroom.

    "Hi husband" I waved when we made eye contact.

   "Why were you sitting in the bathroom?" He questioned with a weird look on his face.

   I walked closer to him and stood "I was just bored I guess"

   He scratched his overgrown beard "OK my weird wife. Now come and eat, I cooked for you"

    Ayman rubs his hands together and grins then dragged me beside the queen sized bed. On the bedside drawer was a tray filled with different kind of food stuff.

    "I'm not really hungry" I said sitting down, cross legged. Mirroring his move.

    "No, you must eat. Its only one indomie Fah" he protested glaring at me playfully.

    "Yes.. " I nodded examining the brown wooden tray "and chicken, eggs, sausages, fruits and cake" I turned and gave him a warming look.

    "But I'll eat it just to appreciate the effort" I grinned standing up and kissing his cheek then picking up the tray.

  The indomie looked really nice, I must say. Ringed onions were kept beside the four sausages and two boiled eggs with two chicken wings marinated in barbecue sauce.