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...
It's been three days now since I talked to Aasim. I've been avoiding him in every possible way I could. And for meenarh, God! I so hate that girl. All she wants is to wreck my marriage and that's not going to happen Insha Allah. She's always chasing him wherever he goes. So I decided this time if he talks to me I'll listen to him and I'll forgive him. I just feel incensed whenever my eyes meet up with meenarh's. I hate her guts, I want her out of my house. I don't want her close to my man anymore. I just don't want anything to come between me and my husband. Not even Shatu!
I just shrugged all that off and stood up heading downstairs to cook for dinner for him before he comes back from work even though I had a really tiring day from lectures and baby ayman isn't helping at all. The house seems quiet, that means that loco (crazy) bitch is not back from school yet.
I decided to cook tuwan semonvita and miyan kubewa. I then made a chilled zobo for him. I set everything at the balcony before moving to Ayman's room to check on him. He was still sleeping peacefully. I just kissed his soft cheek and went to my room to freshen up.
I took my time scrubbing my body before sauntering out of the bathroom. I dressed up in an orange and turquoise blue straight skirt and straight gown with slit on both sides ankara. I finished my makeup in no time before going downstairs to wait for aasim.
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After what seems to be forever, I finally heard his car driving in. I quickly went out and to my surprise I saw meenarh coming out of the car too. I just shrugged and walked over to aasim whose mouth was wide open. "Are you going to hug me or what?" I asked grinning from ear to ear.
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Aasim's POV
After a hell lot of work, I finally closed and already on my way home. I was eager to see Hafsa even though she doesn't talk to me. I really regret hurting her. If she could just understand that nothing happened between me and Amina (meenarh).
We were actually going to my parents house but meenarh insisted that we go somewhere else. I didn't know what actually happened. I wasn't in my correct senses. And Allah knows I didn't do anything bad but Hafsa won't even give me the chance to explain. I just have to find a way to get Hafsa to forgive me.
My phone started ringing, bringing me back from my train of thoughts. I checked who it was. What on earth does she wants now. She has caused a lot now what does she want again. "What?" I asked. "Hey B please can you come and pick me up at school?" She asked. "And Why can't you go back home by yourself?" She was really getting on my nerves. "I lost my purse, please aasim don't leave me hanging." She said and I didn't hesitate to end the call.
