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...
"Ayman what is it?" I groaned as ayman tried to wake me up. "Jimm (car)". This boy is just one and the half year but he can say few words. "No ayman mummy wants to sleep." I turned around but started screaming.
I sighed and stood up "let's go." I said. All he wants is for me to sit down close to him while he played with his car.
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I stood up from where I was sitting and strolled to the Kitchen to make breakfast while ayman played with his car. I fried plantain and egg. I was lazy to cook anything since aasim is at work.
We finished eating before I gave him bath before I took my own bath. I dressed up in a pink and yellow floral gown before we headed to Basma's house to see her new baby. She gave birth last two days.
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"Masha Allah ayman you have a wife now." I said looking at basma's baby. She's so cute and adorable. Ayman kept touching her face and kissing her cheeks.
Basma looked really fair and chubby. "Ayman don't worry she's all yours. Just bring the bride price now and take her with you." She laughed a bit. "Toh ayman kaji ko (you've heard)" He just smiled like he knew what we were saying.
We chatted for a while before we left. We went grocery shopping at shop rite. I brought all the food items we need and we left.
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I went to Aunty Rashida's house and stayed for a bit. She loves ayman so much. I really pitied her cause she doesn't have any child. Just her and her husband. And her husband is always traveling here and there. She's always alone in her large mansion.
She begged for me to leave ayman but I know his father will skin me alive if I do that. She called aasim but the wicked soul said no. That's how she gave up and we left.
It was a bit after maghrib when we came back. I prayed and started cooking dinner before aasim gets back. I cooked tuwo and miyan kuka with fish pepper soup. I arranged everything on the dinning table.
