Aasim Mukhtar Galadima And And Hafsa Abubakar Bulama; Two Strangers whom fathers are best friend.
When they get married by knowing only each others names, things starts off on a rough path with Hafsa's gentle nature colliding with Aasim's arrogance...
I woke up the next day with a smile on my face remembering what happened last night. I kissed her and she kissed me back. I wanted more but she stopped me. With time we'll get there.
I got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and showered. I got dressed and sauntered to hafsa's room to check on her before going to work. She wasn't in her bed. Huh! I checked her closet and bathroom but she wasn't there.
I strolled downstairs and saw her in the kitchen humming, dancing and cooking. She looked really hot with her shorts and oversized shirt. Her hair was tied in a high bun. She turned and gasped when she saw me. "You scared me!"
"Good morning." I smiled walking towards her. "You hungry?" She asked "Uhmm.... Yeah I guess" I said looking at my wrist watch. "Okay then let's go eat." she smiled taking the warmers to the dinning.
"Don't you have lectures today?" I asked taking the first bite of my food. "I do" she answered. Damn! She's a great cook! "Wow! This tastes good." I took another bite. "Really good."
"It's barbecue chicken with chorizo and potato salad." she uttered pouring some drink in my cup.
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"You're really a great cook." I said smiling at her. She muttered a 'thank you' smiling sheepishly. "It's time for me to leave now, I have a meeting in an hour." I said standing up. "Okay." she murmured. "I'll be back before maghrib Insha Allah." I hugged her and kissed her forehead. "What should I cook for you before you come back?" She asked. "Anything is okay dear." I kissed her cheek. "Bye." I said and walked out.
Hafsa's POV
As he left for work, I went upstairs to get ready for school. In less than an hour I got dressed and ready for school. I took my hand bag and everything that I needed. I locked the house and walked to where my car was parked. I drove out of maitama district and headed to Baze university.
Shortly I arrived at the school and sauntered into economics department, my department. I graduated at the age of sixteen and got admission that same year. Now I'm in level 300. One more year to go.
"Hey!!" I waved at my best friends as soon as I saw them. We are in the same level and department. Amira is 20 years while anisa and I are 19 years. "Amarya" Anisa said grinning. "Stop calling me that." I glared at her.
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After a stressful day of lectures, I finally managed to go home. Was about to enter the house when my phone started ringing. "Urgh who could that be?" I groaned. I looked for my phone to check who was calling. "Salamu alaykum" I said as I answered the call. "Wa'alaikumus Salam" He replied. "I'll be back in an hour. And I need a favor from you."
