TALES OF THE HEART (EDITING)

chapter 5

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Aidah's POV

"Haba Aidah, you know we're on a tight schedule, and you're still sleeping!" Ya Niimah said, her voice tinged with frustration.

I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head. "Just five more minutes, please!"

"No way! Get up now or we'll be late," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Reluctantly, I peeled myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Okay, okay! I'm getting up!" I replied, forcing a smile as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The day ahead promised to be busy, and I knew I had to shake off the remnants of my sleepless night.

I quickly got up and dashed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water felt refreshing, washing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I went to my vanity table and applied my favorite body lotion, the scent of vanilla filling the air.

Entering my walk-in closet, I rummaged through my clothes and settled on a stunning purple and red Atamfa skirt and blouse, the vibrant colors lifting my spirits. I grabbed a matching veil, admiring how the ensemble complimented my complexion. Feeling more awake and ready, I slipped into my outfit, excited for the day ahead.

I finished dressing and carefully applied some eye pencil and a touch of lip gloss. The familiar scent of my Armani 'My Way' perfume enveloped me as I spritzed it on, feeling a little more confident. I tied my headscarf neatly, then picked up my elegant brown Russell and Bromley handbag along with a matching brown veil. Slipping into my brown Hermes Oran sandals, I glanced at the clock—it was 10:15.

Hurrying downstairs, I made my way to the dining area, where the aroma of breakfast greeted me. I felt my stomach rumble, eager for the meal ahead.

I enjoyed my French toast and sipped on my tea, savoring the warmth and comfort of the meal. Just then, Ya Niimah walked in, her presence commanding attention. She was dressed in a stunning black abaya paired with a matching veil, exuding elegance. The sleek black Chanel classic flap handbag she carried added a touch of sophistication to her look. "Ready to go?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice and I nodded.

"Please hurry up and finish eating. And where's Amma?" Ya Niimah asked, glancing around.

"She's probably in her room. And could you please let me eat in peace?" I replied, muttering the last part under my breath, hoping she wouldn't catch it.

In less than five minutes, Amma joined us, and we set off from the house to tackle our agenda for the day. The excitement buzzed in the air as we piled into the car, ready for whatever lay ahead.

"Where to first?" I asked Adda Niimah. I know it might be a bit confusing—sometimes I call her 'Adda,' while everyone else sticks with 'Ya.' It's just our little quirk.

"Let's go to Kathy Anthony's first," she instructed the driver, her tone leaving no room for debate.

We arrived at Kathy Anthony's shop on Kampala Street, Wuse II, and entered, anticipation buzzing in the air. After a brief wait, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties approached us and said she needed two minutes to fetch the dress. Moments later, she returned with a large square box, handing it to me. We made our way out, knowing that Ya Niimah had completed her final fitting just last week before our trip to Maiduguri.

Our next stop was Hudayya's shop, where we picked up Adda Niimah's dinner dress. After that, we headed to the caterers to check on the progress and ensure everything was running smoothly for the wedding. Once we wrapped up there, we visited some relatives and family friends' houses to deliver the invitation cards and asheobi. Each stop brought a mix of excitement and familiarity as we shared the news of the upcoming celebration.