His Gorgeous Muslimah (completed) √

Chapter One

Umar's Pov

" Assalamu alaikum" I said and patiently waited for a reply. "Assalamu alaikum" I repeated and since no one replied, I decided to check in my self. Everything in my uncle's house seemed so different. The environment, the building and the unusual silence. The last time I was here was five years ago that was before I traveled out to study Architecture in Cyprus.
I gently opened the door and peeped before entering. No one knew of my arrival because I wanted to suprise them. I was about to climb the stairs when I heard sobs sounds coming from the kitchen. There, I found a girl of about 18 sitting on the floor.

"Assalamu Alaikum" I said getting closer to her . I could see fear in her eyes as she quickly raised her head wiping her tears. I watched her closely trying to recall the face but from her dressing, it's so obvious she's the new housemaid.

"Wa'alaykumus Salam" she said slowly. "No one is at home" she informed me. "But they should be back any moment from now". She added and with that, she stood up and left . I watched her leave with my hands tucked in my pocket. It's so obvious she's doesn't know who I am and she isn't meant to leave me at least not now.

   I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and headed to the living room. I'll just have to wait since I was informed they'll be back soon.

The weight of someone on me woke me up. I dozed off waiting for them to return and I wasn't surprised when I saw who it was. Amma hugged me tight giving me no room to breathe.

    When is this spoilt brat ever going to change? I thought. "Its OK Amma," I said sitting up. She was so full of smiles " I so much missed you Ya Faruq. When did you arrive? "

"Two weeks ago " I replied trying to avoid her gaze. She bit her lip which irritated me and said "you've really changed fa. I'm sure you succeeded in driving all the girls crazy."

   I smiled and shook my head not sure of what to say. If only people could understand the relationship between ladies and I, then they would change their definition of man.

   Never in my life have I asked a girl out. I still haven't found the right girl yet and I believe there's no point of going into relationships that won't lead to marriage. It's a wastage of time, money, sweet words and the rest.

  "All these dating and the likes aren't encouraged in Islam. " I told Al-Amin once after he confronted me. It can lead  to things that are unislamic. The best thing is for one to abstain.

    " Good evening anty" I greeted Amma's mother who just came in. "Umar!" she exclaimed. When did you arrive ? She asked .

"Few hours ago Mamah." I replied.

 
   "Masha Allah. How's your studies ? " she asked sitting on the cushion opposite where I sat.

"Mummy he is done fa" Amma quickly answered.

"Alhamdulillahi!! I'm very happy for you Umar. Congratulations ".

"Thank you very much Mama."

" Jidda! Jidda!! "Mama called when I was about standing up. I decided to wait in order to know who it is. Just then, I remembered the girl I saw earlier. Knowing what my uncle's wife and children can do, I knew the girl was in need of help. They treat house maids like animals.

"Yes anty" the girl who came limping said kneeling down.

"Use the change of the airtime you bought yesterday to get me another one. She opened her purse and brought out a 500 naira note.

"Here, add this to it " she said giving her the note. "And if you like don't come home on time until you are done with your numerous boyfriends " Amma added.

I know of their harshness towards their maids but this girl's case is totally different . What is the reason behind this? I asked myself as I headed to my room.

The call of the Adhan woke me up. "Alhamdulillahi alladhi ayana ba'da ma amatana wa ilayhi an nushur" I recited yawning. I rushed to the bathroom, performed my wudhu (ablution) and hurried to the mosque.

I got to the mosque and after observing Salatul Maghrib , I sat down in the last row reciting the Holy Quran before it was time for Isha.

  After the isha prayers, we headed home together with my cousins Abba and Salim.

Uncle Ahmad that is, Amma's father is my dad's elder brother. My father is late so basically, he is now my father though not my sponsor . He's married to Aunty Hauwa and they are blessed with four kids. Zainab who is happily married with two kids, Abba whose wedding date has been fixed , Salim who's presently studying medicine in India and lastly Amma who studies Mass Communication in ABU ZARIA.

All that was on my mind was food as we came back from the masjid.

"Subhana Allah" I said rubbing my forehead. "I'm very sorry. Wallahi I didn't know. " the girl I bumped into pleaded. "It's alright" I said making my way into the kitchen. "Are you hurt? " she asked softly making me want to see who she is.

The lights were back and I got to see those swollen red eyes again. I stared at her for like what seemed forever then without a word, I left wondering how someone is always in tears.

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