Alhaji Qashim's P.O.V
Ankara,Turkey
23:00am"Khadijah, I'll be leaving for Nigeria in 3 weeks time. I want to go and clear some work there,we all don't have to go." Alhaji Qashim said to his wife Khadijah.
Alhaji Qashiim is one of the unknown richest men in Nigeria, he never let himself being known. He never attends any meeting , all he does is go through some papers once in a while, his sectary does all the work.
People kept on wondering why he doesn't want to be known.
Alhaji Qashim got married to Khadijah Al-Mansoor, a millionaire's daughter in Turkey. They have three children , all boys. Mubaraq, the eldest who's 13years, Ibrahim , who's 10years and then Hamis, who's just 7years."But Qashiim, why don't you want us to go with you ? I've been pleading with you for the past 10years for us to go to Nigeria but you kept on giving me silly reasons ,now that you have decided to go and then you don't want us to come along with you ? Why ? Is there something you're hiding there or what ?" Khadijah said to her husband in a harsh tone.
Qashiim was speechless he didn't know what to say to his wife. Maybe she's right, maybe he's hiding something.
"I said you are all not going and that's final."Qashiim said and took his coat and went out of the house...
Fatima Batoul's P.O.V
Kaduna,Nigeria
10:14amTwo weeks later.
It's been two weeks since I and Faiz started dating.
He has been the most loving and caring guy ever.
We spend Fridays and weekends together, with Khairii.Today I woke up with the vibe of cooking. I checked the time and it was 10:21am. I wore a sweater and sweatpants. Wore a head warmer and socks. I took my phone and earpiece and headed downstairs.
I met Hamidah in the living room."Good Morning Adda Batoul" she greeted.
Morning dear. Where's Baaba ?
"She's in her room, she said she's having headache. She cooked breakfast,yours is on the dining table. She's having a nap." She said.
Ooh Ayyah, Alright , I guess I'll be cooking lunch today.
"Really Adda? You know it's been long I ate your cooking. I can't wait." Hamidah said feeling happy.
Yesss sissy. Go and get Suhaila for me to help me cut some things.
"Okay toh." She said and went outside to the maids quarters to call Suhaila.
Suhaila came immediately. We were in the middle of cooking when "My Noor❤" called.
Me: Hello.
Faiz: Heyy Love. Good Morning. How was your night ?
Me: It was Good Alhamdulillah. And yours ?
Faiz: It was splendid.
Me: That's good. Are you at home ?
Faiz: Yesss, Khairi came yesterday evening. She can't wait to see you.
Me: Awww... My baby is around,I can't wait to see her. Actually I'm cooking right now. Why not the both of you come together for a picnic later ?
Faiz: Really ? My love is cooking ? I can't wait to taste your food then. What time?
Me: By 4:00pm.
Faiz: Alright then. Bye love I have to go now, Khairii is having problem with Amirah bathing her. I have to be the one to bathe her. Bye , I love you.
Me: I love you too.. I said, then cut the line.
Wait what ? Amirah ? His freaking cousin that hates me is with them ? I so don't like what is happening .
I got the thinking of Amirah out of my head. We finished cooking by 2:56pm because we made a lot of dishes. I made Faiz's favorite dish, Pounded Yam and Egusi, then, Spaghetti bolognese with minced meat sauce( Hamida's favorite), Fried Chips and egg sauce (Khairi's Favorite), Fried rice and peppered chicken ( My favorite), Tuwo Shinkafa and Okro soup( Baaba's favorite and the rest of the workers').
Well in short, I would say I made everyone's favorite. The kitchen was in a total mess, but thanks to Suhaila, Amanda and Stella the Kitchen was all clean in a blink of an eye.
It was 3:45pm, I prayed Asr prayer and then took my bath. I applied my body lotion and got dressed.
I wore a Maroon dress by Ommahberry and tied a maroon scarf of ScarfsByBee.
I did a little makeup and went downstairs.All the dishes were moved out, outside to garden.
I was descending downstairs when I heard a knock on the door. Maybe it was them , I said to myself.I ran quickly to open the door and I saw bunch of guards at the front of the door.
"Excuse me , who are you ? And why are you here ? " I asked still in shock.
"Sorry to disturb you Ma'am, but there's someone that'll like to see you." One of the guards said.
"Okay, and who's that if I may ask ? " I asked
They all moved and I saw a man in his mid fifties standing.
"Fatima Zahra " he called out my name.
I kept on looking at him like I've seen him somewhere. Then it hit my head, only him calls me Fatima Zahra.
"Daddy..." I said.
And then everything went blank...
To be continued...
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