I've been called many things,
But nothing as beautiful, as being called your family.
You are mine, I am yours.~ SOULUNRAVELED (Instagram profile)
Chapter 18.
Mubarak stumbled with the keys in his hands before finally opening the door. He walked in gracefully and managed to hit the side of a table before landing on his behind. Okay well, maybe not so gracefully.
A loud groan tore from his throat and he cursed rather loudly when the impact of the fall only seemed to worsen his headache. Thanklyfully he had managed to look up at the clock and it astonished him how he'd been out so late on a Sunday like some teenage kid that got too drunk for his own good. Having been laid down on the floor for a few minutes, he head did a marvelous job at decreasing the throbbing that was once unbearable. And soo he leaped to his feet.
Having been getting the least amount of sleep this whole week, staying at the police station for hours sure took a liking on messing up with his system. But he was glad on the turn of events and the lead on the investigation, times like this he took the opportunity of thanking Allah for his blessing, something's simply would not be achieved without the help of wealth. It took wholesome energy to tame the beast that lay beneath the rich and powerful Mubarak Mahmoud. We would need to get a search warrant. They repeated to him, making him feel as though they taught him an imbecile and luckily it would be granted by Wednesday, only because he had summoned for a hefty amount of kindness; bribery.
He had no choice but to resort to such shame, given the situation.
Mubarak hadn't made a move in the direction of the stairs until her heard the screeching of Ammah's door as she peeled it open slowly. Apart of him had wanted to retire for the night at Manir' s house tonight. It was not Ammah he was ignoring, it was the questiones he was well aware she was bound to ask and he's not even sure if he had the answers let alone risking telling her too much.
Having being his wife's cousin she had full rights to now what transfers with the case but he simply desires the comfort of time before he would feel welcomed to disclose such with someone that's not from the third party. There is just something different about women. Especially this one, Ammah apparently has talents of successfully crawly under his skin. They ask too many redicoulous questions that never really have an answer.
"Mubarak" she called out his name in that soft silky voice of hers and he felt goosebumps rise up his arm before he reached up and swiftly smacked himself across his face " Mubarak?" She called out once more before going back to the safety of her bedroom.
Manir would've simply welcomed him in and given him a place to sleep without a simple question or protest escaping his lips and a small smile positioned on his face as he remembered the times when they were but kids and Manir would sneak away from home to come into their house with a stuffed animal always wreaked securely around him. Even with Mubarak's lack of patient he would gladly get up to talk about Manir' s nightmares with him until he finally went back to sleep.
That was back when they lived in Kano state. Mubarak had immediately suggested he occupy the house close to his when he heard Manir had desires of coming back to stay in Abuja. There would not be anything better than living close to someone you consider your brother.
Mubarak's eyebrow slightly twitched
As he recalled a distasteful memory just mearily 4 weeks ago when the young billionaire came up to him in request to court Ammah. Mubarak had seen this coming and had no reason to object, at least that was what he kept repeating in his head.
With all the labels labeling his brother the heartless player of Arewa he knew Manir harboured a great heart having grown up with him, Besides they would fit well. A twenty six year old gentleman with wishes to court a lady of 23 "how splendid" he whispered to himself and winced when it came out a little too sarcastic.
Only but a few minutes passed with him in the company of his bedtoom simply caged in his thoughts on his wife and lingered on a younger version of Fatimah that was right below him but he cautiously reprimanded such direction he had taken before his phone lit up and Sadiq's name flashed across it. It was like a tradition between the two boys to always wake each other up for Subh prayers no matter what, depends on whoever got up first " I'm up " Mubarak grunted put curly then disconnecting the call before waiting for a reply.
Soon in a few minutes he had changed into Jalabiya and had woken his eldest child; Suleiman to escort him to the mosque. They had both performed abulution before he woke sabiha up too. Mubarak strongly doubts the ability to drift of to sleep before he had to be at the office like he hoped.
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She hasn't gotten an ounce of sleep that night. After retiring to her bedroom, Ammah simply laid on her bed while being blanketed with her thought when she heard Mubarak come In, a small part of her knew he could bear her when she called out his name just a few minutes before Subhi but she shook of that thought. There was no reason for him to ignore me anyway. Ammah convinced herself.
She heard the boys come back from the mosque and Ammah turned to look at Sabiha whos suppose to be reading the Qur'an. The little girl comes to pray in her Aunts room every Subhi prayer and sometimes Maghrib and Isha. Then they would both proceed to read the Qur'an.
Instead of waking her up Ammah placed sabiha back on her bed before swiftly making her way to the bathroom and too a long relaxing shower all while bearly keeping her eyes open.
An hour later, Mubarak had dressed Saadatu and Sahar up and they were sitting in the kitchen with Ammah as she cooked and they told her magnificent stories only children could come up with and she laughed like never before. Only butting I the stop any arguments between the two kids. While the twins were upstairs still getting dressed.
Everything was perfect, except she had a sickening feeling that Mubarak was ignoring her; she hadn't had a whif of her him since yesterday in the morning when she came back from GSM village. And he seemed quite normal when they spoke. Ammah heard him call the saadatu and Sahar to get in the car and they grabbed their bags from Ammah.
She had packed snacks for them inside and fruits. She was sure the veggies she kept for Sahar would just be thrown put but she still put them inside for the both of them. She hugged Saada first then kissed her temple " thank you aunt Ammu" she yelled then tuned on her heels before going after her father. Tears filled her eyes as Sahar jumped to kiss her cheek then tell her that he loves her, her heart swilleed and she thought to herself; the kids were just the best gift Allah could be given her.
So she turned of the gas and made her way to the living room in hopes of talking to Mubarak before he dropped them of at the care centre and proceeded to work. Just when she tuned the building, he was about to shut the door. And all she was was a tall confident man standing in an immaculate suit, unknowingly giving off the most breathtaking view.
He turned around just in time, and just for a moment surprise took on a hold of his expression then there was another look on his face but he shut the door before she could figure it down.
Damn you Mubarak.
Ammah and the twins eat in the kitchen and they all spoke about anything and everything. It was nice getting to know them better and what they do and school and stuffs like that, they were honestly such amazing awsom- "Suleiman Idris Mahmoud! I saw you throw that carrot away, now go to the fridge and carry another one. Lack of veggies in your system is very unhealthy!"
He groaned when Ammah finished her rant and so did she. Ugh, I'm already turning into a typical Muslim mother.
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