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...
"Hafsa, wake up else I'll pour this cold water on you." I heard someone said. "Leave me alone. I'm sleepy!" I whined. I opened my right eye and closed. "Babe please leave me alone, I want to sleep!" I groaned.
"I'm gonna pinch your butt if you don't get up!" He warned. I ignored him and pretended like I was sleeping. "I'm gonna pinch you real hard... Hafsa get up, your son is already up." He removed the duvet. I turned my head to the other side.
I felt a sharp pain on my butt. "Aaah!!" I yelped and jumped out landing on my butt. He ran out of the room. I stood up and followed him. "Come back here!!" I yelled chasing after him. He ran outside to the garden.
"3...2...1" he counted and the next thing I felt was cold water all over my body. "You wicked soul. You're going to pay for this." I yelled. "Stupid sprinklers!" I murmured going back in. He laughed hard at me. He was soaking wet too. I was so annoyed.
I barged into the house and straight up. I stripped off my clothes and took a long shower. I was really pissed on what he did. He's going to pay for it....
I came out and dressed in a nude pink lace sewn into a beautiful skirt and blouse. I glammed up my face and took a selfie.
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"Mama Mia!" he whistled. I turned my head to look at aasim. Ayman was already dressed up in a light green kaftan. I ignored aasim and went to pick up my baby. "Chu Chu!" I pinched his cheeks. "Has he eaten?" I asked. "Yes ma'am," he replied. "You should go eat now, your food is getting cold." He said jumping on the bed. "We'd be going out in an hour," He added.
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"Ayman tahonan Dan Allah (come here please)" Fahita pleaded but I ayman being the clingy type, he refused. He hid his face with my veil. Right now we're in fahita's house, Aasim's cousin. Fahita is a married woman blessed with only one child. He was the same age with my baby.
When Ayman saw khalid, fahita's son they went outside to play. Ayman looked really happy. He never had anyone to play with in his own age at Abuja.
