EMERGENCY COUPLES

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*EMERGENCY COUPLES*
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*BY AMA* 🌹

Dedicated to my woman crush, one and only, role model, my life, my heart beats, my everything. #momma, may Allah subhanahu wata'ala bless uh with jannatul firdaus, Ameen ameen

My papa, my hero, my king, my mentor, my vision, my first love, my everything, may Allah guide and protect uh Allah ya saka maku da jannatul firdaus for all uh have did to me, ameen thumma ameen

My yan'uwa the Muhammmad Audi's family Allah ya biyaku da support da kun bani😁
#fareeda, hassana, hussaina, khadijah, maryam, sadiq, Chichi. I
Luv uh till d end

Zainab Mj, Aysha Ismael, khadijah kadoo, faty sulaiman, faty zarah(tanimu), namesake, everyone reading dis book I pray salamah (peace) should be with uh forever

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"ouch! ouch! ouch! ouch!" i squealed as the hairdresser mistakenly bush the hot hand drier over my ear.
"sorry ma" she apologizes and switch it off to comb the hair.
Hey it was my fault, i was busy chatting with zee who was in the standing drier to steam her bronzy hair.
"mah, move to that side please" the old ajumma struts
God am tired of this transfers from here to there mtswwww,
I gently push back the chair and moved to the other side with a dry towel on my shoulders because i didn't wanted to wear the gown they used to protect ur clothes from ruining, she started putting this rollers on my hair to coils it, just like in Empire were cookiey lycious lyon tries to look 20 after she's 40 something already.

"Zubaina ke nake jira fah" zee huffed
"hey it's almost done" i said with my teeth all out just to annoy her. And just in time, the lady packed it up
"all done bride"
The hairstyle was astonishing, i feel like leaving the hair open and walked home, just like the style i watched in a movie, wen those trendy beautiful, tycoons bride are getting married
"ohh Allah it's so beautiful" i said looking at my hair at the full length mirror
"how much is it?" zee asked ignoring me because if she mistakenly admires it ryt now i won't let go of her, it has to be adjusted, figuring out some mistakes on it or something like that.
Did i ever mentioned my ruwan ido, i have a strict ruwan ido.
"it's 30k for both of you"
She counted the money from her wallet and hand it over to the standing lady as we flush out
"let's go cinderalla" she abruptly dragged me to the door, and we zoomed back home.

God kunshi kuma, kai biki is full of stress wallah, i changed into a 3 quarter jeans with a silky-smooth blue green armless t-shirt,
The mai kunshi was waiting for me in the guest chalet so i walked outtaf the home with a long hijab as males were trending in and out of the house today,
My friends were already there, to make things quick and easy the henna designer came along with her 3 friends so the kunshi was quick.
She designed my hands in a way i had to admit as exceptionally marvelous. It was simple but so so muahh😘.

We chatted as we waited for the henna to get dry, it was a sweet n romantic moments which i wished to have everyday.
Though this day wasn't suppose to be the happiest day of my life rather the saddest day, but no one cares, everyone seems to be happy and excited about it, some ladies at the courtyard dancing to the tune of kidin asharalle, some children licking sweets to hell staining the wallpapers with there dirty hands,
Ya Allah biki wan shagali
I silently walked to my room with the bridesmaid following me aback, they snapped some pictures of our lalle posting it to instagram, Snapchat, all these social networking sites. And finally i took my bath the groom is suppose to be here for some pictures today, God finally i got the chance to see him before the wedding.

"gasuuuu gasuuuuu..." the noise from the parlour alerted me of yaya nihal's arrival, i was in a towel suddenly ran to the door but was blocked by Husna(Naim's cousin, we became attached to each other and now she's my friend)
"hajia ai kin bari ta shigo ko, remember uh are the bride fah...." she echoed into my ears
"bride my foot.." i hissed and shrug back waiting for yaya nihal impatiently not really ger but Afra
"Assalamu alaikum..." she greeted,
"yaya nihal" already jumping on her as usual
"hajia don't break my arm"
"were is she.." i said as i pulled back
"down stairs with umma"
"God i need to see her..." i gasped
"get ready first" yaya nihal said making a puppy face
"God uh look terrible Wenever uh do dis thing" i walked to the mirror waiting for this so called Oshewa beauty, must i look fine, she delayed 10minutes before she entrouted saying she's sorry dat she had some visitors which she had to attend to.
"it's okay.." because honestly it's okay, i don't care about this makeup stuffs it's not tge day to makeup ur face

"Zubaina look at this.." yaya nihal pickled holding a gown
"ohh my God... did uh bought this" i asked as the makeup artist turned my head upwards to blend the foundation.

This is the type of clothes i rarely sees in Nigeria, i saw the last stock at Aliexpress, and before uh knew it, it was purchased by this trendy ladies.
"it's so cute" i managed escaping my mouth she's concealing
"uh wear it now okay..." she added and left the room.

Wat no way had it been am happy about the day i would have worn it but this day no, i thought alone

Zainabu took it twirling around the mirror
"God this gown is made for me not uh.."
"abun aro dama kyau gareshi" hanan interrupted her and they both started laughing.

"okay wat's the name of this event wai?" Husna asked caring to know or may be going to add some description on her post
"kunshi mna" hanan muttered behind her bubbled chewing gum
"ohh..." was all she said and continue scrolling her phone

"done.." Oshewa said setting a blush on my cheeks

"Zubaina anya kece kuwa" zainabu teased as i struggled to be at the mirror.

My jaw dropped for the hundred times as i look at myself in the mirror, the looks were changed entirely
"ya Allah ya Allah" i moved my face slowly to make sure it's me
"masha Allah, uh look takeaway" hanan mucked with her hunged mouth,
"errr..thanks."
I quickly moved to my wardrobe to figure out some clothes to wear
"wat are uh looking for.." zee asked with a confuse look
"cloth ofcourse" i answered rummaging through my expensive laces
"and wat about this one"
"it's too......" i made gestures with my hands to make her understand
"toooo wat.. Wallah i will call yaya nihal here"

I slapped my forehead in annoyance.
"give it to me.." i split out almost chocking of tears, i know she won't be happy to find out am not wearing wat she bought for me
"ko kefah" she added bitting her lips to hide the smile
"watever.."
And now the gele tieing
God i always wonder how those girls manage to tie there's and now it's my turn.
She tied the ashoke gele in a V shape full of crystal stones at the end of it, it was bought by yaya nihal to match the purple flowing gown, the gown is somewhat sleeveless because the long hand was a transparent glass net which uh can see my skin through it, the gelle was tied in no time, she glued a long net at the end of the dauri, it went down just like how those Christians bride do bit mine at the back instead of closing my face with it

Zainabu sat claiming to be the second bride and she was maked up casually so was hanan, husna and fareeda.
We took some selfies, hanan was busy snapping me the millionth times now with her canon camera, she snapped my henna,makeup, the gown, the shoes i matched them with and a clutch bag. After much pictures we exited the room
"Ayurururururiiiiii..." an old woman echoed out as i made my way down to the stairs husna and zainabu holding my flowing gown to help me get down easily with falling down, and there came some flashes of camera.
I thought i was on the celebrities red, were flash comes jst like a rainfall.

"Zubaina the photographer is here, but the groom isn't coming, he had an EMERGENCY case to tackle with." umma announced slightly disappointed, as soon as i came down stairs.
Umma wore a the most expensive buba lace with a free hand,she tied her dankwalli in the normal way which we call ture kaga tsiya but her's a little backward dan how we do it. She looks amazing with any makeup just kohl and nude lip gloss

Well who the hell did he think he is, ya Allah wat am i going into, he can't
even make an excuse to see me just for today

"it's okay umma.." i escaped a smile which uh guyz know it's a fake one. Holding my Afreeya's tiny hands, she dressed like a flower girl with her red gown whose length stood by her knees, her hair was loosen packed with a red ribbon with her black covered shoe and a red socks
She looks eatable i swear😂 i held her hands throughout the events

We snapped our faces up ate,drank, dance and most of all attempted this T or D game.

The day passed in a blur then the daurin aure day awaits tomorrow morning.

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Ur beloved
Sholly Audi..... ✍