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 heard a loud crash that made me to jump in horror from the couch I ran to the kitchen. I met aasim and ayman in front of a broken glass plate. "Who broke it?" I asked, my hands on my waist.
"I said who broke it?!!" I asked again. "Don't look at me, ayman did it." he shrugged walking out. I dragged his ear. "Come back here. Now tell me who broke the plate?" I asked again. "Ouch Hafsa let go. I'm sorry please... Ouch... Ok ok it was me. It was an accident." He finally confessed.
"You did and you were trying to blame it on a one year old. You're a bad daddy. Clean it up please!" I slowly walked to where ayman is and placed him on my waist.
I heard aasim murmuring somethings while sweeping the glass with a broom stick. "Repeat what you said." I furrowed my brows. "I didn't say anything.... I love you" he said. "I love you too."
"Mummy this!" He picked my phone. "What?" I asked sitting beside him on the bed. "This." he striked a pose like he was going to take a selfie. "Ohhh!! Come let's take a selfie."
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"Watchu guys doing?" Aasim asked slamming the door shut behind him. "Not breaking plates and blaming it on innocent people that's for sure." I said not looking at him.
"C'mon I said I'm sorry." He wrapped his hands around my waist and placed his head on my back. He moved his left hand on my boob. "It's so soft." He kissed my neck. "Your son is here wait till he's not here please." I slapped his hand. Like ayman understood what I was saying he stood up and ran out.
He turned and jumped on my body sitting on my stomach. He moved close to my face. He placed his forehead on mine "I love you." he whispered. "I hate you" I pouted. He chuckled. "That's a big lie".
He moved closer almost touching my lips when someone barged in without knocking. Aasim quickly got off of me. "Oh hey guys, did I interrupted something?" She smirked. "No!" "Yes!"
We said at the same time. I looked at him in disbelief. "No you weren't, oh where are my manners welcome. Let's move to the living room." I wore my hijab and we walked to the living room with munira and aasim tailing behind.
There I met all of inna jummai's daughters. Shamsu is the first born of inna jummai, he's married living in My home town, Kano. Maimuna is the second born, followed by munira, asiya and lastly their last born bilkisu.
"Sannun ku da zuwa (welcome)" I greeted and they all answered. I turned to see aasim behind me. That's why the three devils answered me. If he wasn't around, it's either they ignore or hiss or insult me. Maimuna is the only girl that likes me. I don't know about shamsu tho.
I went into the kitchen and arranged different kind of drinks and snacks. "Meh zan dafa muku? (What should I cook for you guys?)" I asked placing the tray in front of them.
