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...
The more ayman is growing the more he's getting cuter. I can't believe my baby is eight months old. He's just the cutest but sometimes he could be annoying. But I love him so much. I gave him a bath and dressed him up in a white overall with tiny cars all over it and a blue hat.
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I want to study for my final exams but ayman and Aasim aren't helping. They both need attention but I don't have time for their shenanigans. I packed my books and went out to the balcony
"Finally." I sighed in relief and concentrated on what I was reading.
"Hafsaaaa!!" Aasim called out. I dropped the pen hard and closed the book. I walked into the room. "What?" I asked in a harsh tone. "Don't you talk to me that way." His words so stern. I sighed and rubbed my eyes with my thumb and index finger. "What do you want?" I asked calmly.
"Coffee" he replied playing with ayman little hands. "Can't you make it by yourself please. I'm trying to study, you know I'll be starting exams next week". He glared at me before talking "I'll be waiting for my coffee downstairs." He stood up with ayman in his arms and walked passed me.
What's up with this guy? He has been cold towards me these days! He's always shouting at me! Mean words. Having mood swings. One time he's nice the next he's rude. Is he tired of me already or what?
I just shrugged it off and made my way downstairs. I made his coffee and went back to the balcony. It was passed 11pm when I finished studying. I went downstairs to get something to eat, I met ayman and aasim both asleep. They looked so cute. I scooped ayman away from Aasim's chest and took him to my room.
Ayman sleeps in my room now since aasim and I don't sleep in the same bed. I don't know why but what can I do? And I dare not ask why. I went back downstairs and woke aasim up. He stirred in his sleep. He opened his eyes and closed it, sighing. He stood up murmuring some things and went upstairs.
I just chuckled and shook my head. I cooked noodles and ate. I gulped down a bottle of orange juice before going to my room. It really bothers me how aasim suddenly changed, I don't know what happened or what I did.
I have to do something about it seriously. I'm getting tired of this crap. He has been treating me like garbage for the past few days now. I miss him, I miss the old aasim I know and love.
I stood up and straighten my sweatpants. I tiptoed to the door and opened it silently. I went straight to his room and entered without knocking. I saw him sleeping so peacefully. I stood there for God knows how long. I gathered courage and woke him up.
"Aasim? Wake up please." I said more like a whisper. "What?" He asked harshly. "We need to talk..... Please." He sat down resting his back on the bed. "What is it?" He asked. "Have I done something wrong please? If I did, I'm sorry. But I really don't like how you've been acting lately." I swallowed hard and waiting for the worst.
