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 remembering that Hafsa was beside me. She looked so cute. She was sleeping peacefully. I leaned in and kissed her forehead.
I leaned back and reached out my trembling hand, I touched her soft face and thinking of how I finally manned up and told her how I felt about her. Silently she awakes and gazes upon me. She stirs just then and spies her tender, loving stare.
She placed her hand over my face, stunned at the extent of my care. Our eyes never left each other as she caresses my skin. I smiled at her slightly as i moved closer to her.
I take her in my arms placing a kiss upon her cheek. She turns her head slowly, my lips for her to seek. A subtle moan escapes her as my hand explores anew. Passionate kiss intensifies as our rhythmic dance ensues.
I proclaimed my love for her as i kissed her wanting neck. "Babe." she called out. "Let's leave it for tonight." she winked and went inside the bathroom. She came out after approximately 30 minutes. I looked at her with my mouth agape as she sat down in front of the mirror rubbing my cream on her body. She looked really hot with towel. I felt like ripping it off but I controlled myself.
"Stop staring and go take a shower." She chuckled. I smiled at her and went to the bathroom. I came out few minutes later and got dressed. I went downstairs and met Hafsa making Maple Belgian Waffle Cake. "Hey baby" I said hugging her from behind and kissing her neck. "Aasim not now. I'm trying to cook." she pushed me away.
"I know you want it. Just stop playing hard to get. The game is over hun." I hugged her again. She pushed me away again and walked to the fridge. She bought out chocolate syrup and whipped cream. She decorated the Maple Belgian Waffle Cake with it. "Eat." she pushed the plate to me. I sat on the kitchen dinning table and started eating my good looking Maple Belgian Waffle Cake.
"So what are we going to do today?" She asked sitting beside me. "Let's make popcorn and watch movies all day" I suggested. She smiled and nodded. We finished eating and I started doing the dishes while Hafsa went to the screening room to look for a movie that we'll watch.
She came back and made the popcorn while I made some milkshake for us. We went to the screening room and started watching the movie that Hafsa chose for us. "What's the name of this movie?" I asked. "How I met him" she murmured eating the popcorn.
I wasn't paying attention to the movie. All I wanted was Hafsa. I held her hand and kissed it. She looked at me and smiled then fixed her eyes on the big screen TV again.
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After two good hours, the movie finally ended. I went to the masjid to pray zuhr while Hafsa went to her room to pray. I came back and saw Hafsa talking on phone with someone. "Okay bye." she said and Hung up. "I just finished talking to nafeesah, they're on their way now." she squealed.
"Damn it!!" I murmured. "What? Aren't you happy your sisters are coming?" She asked amused. "Urgh of course not" I groaned. "Why?!" She gasped. "Because I want to spend some time alone with my wife" I said holding her waist. "Awwn. Don't worry we'll have plenty of time to spend together. It's not like they're going to stay here forever." She chuckled and planted a kiss on my lips.
"I know but I want to spend every second with you" I kissed her neck. "Stop! I have to go cook something for them." she pushed me away and walked into the kitchen.
Hafsa's POV.
"I cooked white rice and stew with peppered chicken and coleslaw. I made milkshake and baked cake for them. I went upstairs to freshen up. I quickly went back down stairs to the dinning table. "What in the world happened to this cake?" I gasped.
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"Ya Subahanallah" I shook my head. "Aasim?!!" I yelled out but he didn't answer. I checked the living room, backyard, gazebos, his room and literally everywhere. "Aasim you are so dead." I gritted my teeth. I walked to the front door when I heard the doorbell. "Hafsa?!!" They both said and hugged me at the same time.
"How are you guys?" I asked. "Goood!!" Nafeesah answered. "Please come in. Sit" I motioned them to sit. I went to the kitchen to bring some refreshments for them. "So how is ammi and baba?" I asked keeping the tray of drinks on the table in front of them. "They're all fine." ruqayyah replied serving herself some holandia drink.
"Where's ya aasim?" Nafeesah asked. "I don't actually know. I went upstairs to freshen up before you guys show up but he suddenly disappeared." I sighed thinking of a way to deal with him for eating that cake. "Hey guys" I deep voice said behind us. I turned to glare at him. He was holding an empty plate and fork. He ate all that cake alone.
I gave him a 'you-are-so-dead' look, all he did was smile and moved to where his sisters were sitting. He gave me the plate to take to the kitchen. That minute I felt like breaking the plate on his head. I just shrugged and took the plate to the kitchen and he followed me.
"Babe I can explain." he held my hand but I snatched it away. "Explain how I baked cake for your sisters and you ate half of it?" I furrowed my brows. "I'm sorry" he pecked my lips and hug me. I can't stay mad at him. "Next time just ask please. Don't do it again." I said calmly. "Yes mummy" he grinned. "Don't call me that" I rolled my eyes and pushed him towards the door.
We went back to the living room and saw aasim's sisters exchanging nasty words with shatu. "What the fuck are you doing in my house?!" Aasim yelled at Shatu. "The first question you should be asking is how did she get the address of this house?" I looked at him and glared at shatu.
"I want to start going for check up and I need to go with the father of the child, You know cause I'm pregnant for you" she glared at me then ruqayyah and nafeesah who looked perplexed.
"Yaya is this true?" Nafeesah asked almost in tears. "Don't believe a thing this whore is saying. She's lying." He snapped. Even though I don't believe Shatu, it still hurts by the way she's saying she's pregnant for my husband.
"I'll come back when these two dummies aren't around" she said referring to ruqayyah and nafeesah. "Bitch! You haven't seen the last of me!" She gave me a dead cold look and sauntered out.
