TALES OF THE HEART (EDITING)

chapter 6

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Borno,Maiduguri

Sayyid's POV

I was lounging on the couch in Samad's living room, surrounded by a few friends catching up. Today was Musty's wedding Kamu, or whatever it's officially called. The plan was for the men to take the bride and her bridesmaids to the venue.

When I mentioned to Mami that I was heading to a friend's wedding in Maiduguri, she scolded me, asking when I would finally be getting married myself.

"You all keep attending your friends' weddings, but what about your own?" Ruqaiya chimed in, earning an annoyed glare from me.

"If I punch you, you'll end up as dark as your phone case!" I retorted, and apparently, that struck them as hilarious.

"I hope you'll find your own bride at this wedding," Mami said as we reached the lobby, and I couldn't help but smile, even though she couldn't see my face.

The guys and I decided to head out to pick up the ladies and drop them off at the event venue. We made our way to the parking lot, hopped into Samad's car, and zoomed out of the compound. I turned up the music, blasting "Buglar Bars" by 2 Chainz. Samad and I sang along, the energy high as we cruised through the streets. Soon enough, we arrived at a large house on Damboa Road in GRA, where we met up with the rest of the guys waiting by the parking lot.

"Man, Musty!" I exclaimed, pulling him into a hearty, manly hug. I still couldn't believe he was actually getting married. It felt surreal, but here we were, celebrating this big step in his life.

"Architect Rems! How's it going?" Musty responded, giving me a friendly tap on the shoulder. It was always good to see him in high spirits, especially on a day as momentous as this.

After a short wait, a woman in her early forties approached us and gestured for us to follow her. The house was impressively spacious, and we made our way into a beautifully furnished living room, taking our seats. She left, promising to return with the bride and her bridesmaids. Just a few minutes later, the bridesmaids entered the room, bringing a wave of excitement with them.

The bride made her entrance alongside a young woman who appeared to be in her twenties. She had a rich chocolate complexion and was stunningly beautiful, instantly drawing my gaze. As I looked closer, I realized it was Hammad's little sister, Aidah. I couldn't help but admire how she had blossomed into a gorgeous young woman. Dressed in a peach outfit that complemented her flawless skin, she walked by, flashing a shy smile in my direction before taking her place next to her sister to snap photos.

The same woman who had welcomed us stepped back in and announced it was time to head to the venue. Samad took the wheel while I settled into the passenger seat. In the back, two of the bridesmaids were engaged in a quiet conversation, their soft laughter filling the car as we made our way.

After dropping off the ladies at the venue, we turned back toward Samad's house. Upon entering, we made our way to the main living area to greet Mama, Samad's mother. She was there with Didi and Nina, engaged in lively conversation. We greeted them with a cheerful "Assalam Alaikum" as we stepped into the room.

Samad's mom and sisters were also in town for the holidays and the wedding. They often spend their vacations in Maiduguri, filling the house with warmth and laughter.

"Waalaikumsalam, my boys," Mama greeted warmly, a smile spreading across her face.

"Mama, ina wuni," I greeted, squatting down in respect.