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"Amarya na mu,mu ko na Allah!" Sadiya exclaimed as she barged into my room where I was trying to rest.
And I wouldn't call myself an 'amarya' just yet.
Removing her navy blue and grey coloured kimono that revealed a White top and a black pencil skirt on her body,she sat down on the bed making it dip.
Yeah she was not THAT slim.
"So tell me how it all happened, because what I heard over the phone was nothing." she said.
"Well..." I started.
Flashback
After I got home,mum rushed me into her room to get her hijab,and left me wondering if we were going out again and why didn't just meet me on the way.
"Nna,where are we going again?" I asked exhausted, I just finished interviewing people and I was very tired.
"Your father wants to see you before today ends." she said hurriedly while grabbing her car keys and my hand before I could say anything we were already on our way to my father's house.
"Asalamualaikum" we chorused together as we entered the house,it was a big storey building not that they needed that much space because I had just two step siblings,then my father,his wife and probably some workers.
A voice that sounded like the person's face was pressed to a pillow answered and I immediately knew it was my stepmother,she was standing at the entrance.
"Ha'ahn,Ashe Ku ne a gidan na mu wara haka."(So you're the ones in our house by this time) she said,her dislike showing in her face. She wasn't too fond of us and she never bothered to hide it.
And it was just 7pm,not that late.
Before we could answer, a deep authoritative voice spoke next, "wato za ki fara halin na ki ko?(so you want to start that habit of yours?) he asked facing my stepmother making her bow her head immediately,then turned to us and motioned for us to come with him.
He led us to his private sitting room that was very dark because the curtains were down and the lights switched off.
Switching the lights on he offered us a sit, I didn't have that kind of relationship with my father where I run to hug him when I see him,It was like I was shy of him.
I immediately went on my knees to greet him with Nupe, I never speak any language other than that to him. He cleared his voice and answered then he started speaking,
"Uhmm....A boy has come to seek your hand in marriage," he said making my heart skip a beat,who was this 'boy'. He continued,
"But I told him that I have to ask for your permission first and maybe if you already have someone else,but your mother said you didn't so I went ahead to fix a date for the two of you meet,you know to kind of get to know each other better.
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