"Why are you going to school on Saturday please? It's weekend. You should be at home with me.""I'm sorry but I have to go. It's not my fault. Some idiot lecturer fixed class today. You know exam will soon start and I don't want any carryover." I said sitting in front of the mirror wearing my ear rings. "Okay fine I'll drop you off and later come pick you up."
"Fine by me."
"When you're done, meet me outside." he stood up from my queen sized bed and walked out of the room.
I was dressed in a white t-shirt and black skintight with a blue kimono on top and a black veil. I took my Michael Kors hand bag and went downstairs. I met aasim already in the car waiting for me. I hopped into the car and we drove out of the compound. "You look pretty. I'm jealous" he pouted.
"You look cute when you pout, it fits you and why are you jealous?" I asked. "Some doughe bags will look at my wife." he looked at me before fixing his eyes on the road again. I rolled my eyes "Sannu mai mata."
He laughed. "But I'm serious. Cover yourself up well please and why are you wearing a skintight?" he said looking at my skinny leggings. What's his own business with what I wear. "Because that's what I felt like wearing. And when did you start caring about me or what I wear?" I got angry for no reason.
"I just asked a simple question, you don't have to yell!" He groaned. "Then mind your business" I yelled again. He glared at me and didn't utter a word again. He looked really angry. "Call me when you're done with the lectures" he said as soon as we arrived at the school.
I murmured an 'okay' and went out of the car. I went straight to the lecture hall. I spotted Amira sitting alone at the front row. "Amira bello Muhammad." I called out. "Mrs aasim" she grinned. "Where's that senseless creature?" I asked about anisa. "Behind you" anisa answered making me to jump. "Aneenee you startled me" My hands were on my chest. She started laughing. "Sorry about that"
"You guys won't believe what just happened between me and aasim. "What!??" They both said at the same time. "He got angry because I wore skintight. I mean it's not like I'm not wearing something on top, hellooo I'm wearing a kimono." I snapped my fingers pointing at the kimono.
"Yeah a kimono that I can still see your body. Your butt is showing clearly" anisa said. "The kimono is transparent you know, even if I was the one I must say something about it."Amira added.
"If I was the one, I won't allow you to go anywhere looking like that. There are boys all around" anisa said throwing her hands around showing me the boys around.
"Hafsa you're not a little kid anymore, you'll be 20 in a few months. Don't forget that you're married. It's not like before that you can dress anyhow" Amira advised. "Are you guys seriously backing him up?" I asked disappointed.
"No we are not, we're just telling you the truth hun." anisa said putting her on my shoulder. "Whatever." I shrugged. The lecturer came and we started with the lectures.
After two good hours of boring lectures, it finally ended and we stood to leave. As soon as we went out of the lecture hall I looked for my phone in my bag and dialed on aasim's number.
Amira and anisa left so I was left alone. It was really sunny. I spotted a chair under a tree. "perfect" I murmured and sat on the chair.
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Hafsa
RomanceAasim 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...