AYSHA WOKE UP AROUND FOUR, feeling so hungry, and much more better, she feels refreshed and stress filled, a bath would feel good, so she stepped into the shower.
Going through her wardrobe, she pulled out a jeans bun short and a white tee-shirt, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail, she strauted down the stairs to the kitchen.
Entering the kitchen, she opened the food on the table to see masa, her favorite.
She pulled out a plate and spoon and filled the plate with the delicious delicacy and immediately dove in.
After she was done, her mind reflected on how she hadn't prayed since after Fajr, with a sign she moved towards the stairs, she's going to pray and it's not going to take more than five minutes.
Just leaving the kitchen, the door opened to reveal Ahmad, Ibrahim and the guy she absolutely hates Mubarak.
He tried to inappropriately touched her once and she slapped him, they haven't been in good contact ever since then. The only people that knew about it were her friends, Ahmad just thought she was been rude for no reason.
Seeing as she's not properly dressed, she ran back into the kitchen. Ahmad saw her and came into the kitchen, thankfully leaving his friends behind.
"Why the hell will you bring them here without a heads up?" Aysha whispered-yelled. Although Ibrahim and Mubarak could still hear her.
"I forgot you didn't went to work today and even if you did, you usually come back in the morning." He defended.
"Oh so if I'm not around, you can bring who you want without telling me? Look at what I'm wearing for God's sake, a simple text message would have been appreciated!" She yelled out now, not caring who heard them.
"Stop shouting habibty, we have guests, maintain yourself" He soothed, he don't want his friends knowing he was having problem not up to a week in his marriage.
"I Don't care, I want them out NOW!" Aysha yelled, and Ahmad puts his hand on her mouth, muffling her words while she struggled to be free.
"Listen to me, keep shut, you want them out fine, we will go out but you won't embarrass me in from of my friends" He threatened while sounding more like a live confession, with his eyes admiring her and his hand running her hair.
"I want them out Ahmad. " Aysha yelled again and briskled passed by them and towards the stairs not caring about what she's wearing.
She heard a "Astagfirullah" from Ibrahim and "hot damn" from Mubarak. She hissed and muttered underneath her breath but making sure they heard her.
"Aje ayi aure a daina bin Gidan mutane, Ana kallon matansu, banza mazinaci kawai"
Ahmad stayed in the kitchen a few moments before walking out, Ibrahim knew what was going on with his marital life but Mubarak doesn't.
Ibrahim was trying to consoled Mubarak and trying to explain the situation but it was obvious the latter was having none of it.
"Gaskiya ,ba ta da kunya." He kept saying. " Har ni zatacewa mazinaci, doesn't she know I have a wife and a kid?" This was the first time he's visiting after their wedding, at the time of the wedding, he was in Famagusta for his wife graduation party.
"Sai hakuri babah, wait why are you even angry, she didn't call your name." Ibrahim questioned, suspicioused but Mubarak just shook his head.
"Ni Dai na wuce, tell Ahmad to sustain more patience."
He walk out the door slamming the door on his way out.
"Tirkashi!! " ibrahim exclaimed, making eye contact with Ahmad.
"I'm sorry, you knew she's not feeling too good, I'm sure she will apologize when she's better" He defended.
Ibrahim shook his head and left but not without saying "Love is really blind!"
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Another chapter edited, I'm sorry it's going so slow, I'm putting in more effort, while at it please.
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SpiritualCompleted ✔ Aysha Al Qassim is the aftermath of a home robbery. Tragedy robbed her of her Father's love and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court released the culprit, and the guilty were set free. She was motivated...
