A Window of Escape

6.

Monday.

I treated my wounds.
With Dua of course.

Asabe left a bruise on my neck, a visible mark on my fair skin.
I will definitely tell Daddy all what happened as soon as he comes back.
I've never reported her to him despite all her attitudes towards me.
It has gotten to this extent.

This is an abuse.

I thought of reporting to any Air officer or those in the neighborhood.

But no, this is a family issue.

And it will ruin daddy's good reputation in the Base.

Which reputation am i even mentioning?

When all the neighbours regarded Asabe as one hell of a woman.

"Ummi, why is daddy treating you badly this days?"
"Its nothing husna, he always comes back from work tired, that's why he's angry all the time"
"But i saw he's laughing and playing with Aunty Asabe, and not you..."
"Sshhh my dear daughter, i should'nt hear you talk of that again, okay"
"Okay Ummi, I love you"
"I love you too habibty, now let's recite the sleeping Azkhar as usual okay".

What if Asabe's attitude worsen? She had already scared me to death.

I checked my phone for any update from school, but did'nt received a single.

Where on earth is my father?

What if he's in some sort of trouble? What if something had happened to him? What if he's no more?

Ya Rabb!
The thought of my father dead, sent cold thrills through my veins.

That means i will have no one of my blood in this world. I will be left somewhere between heaven and earth. Literally.

In whose custody would i be then? Who will pay my fees and where would i stay and under whose protection?

I don't know if i made sense at all but that was what i had on my mind.

" Ke! Zaki bude kofar ko kuwa sai na balla ta?" She shouted.

That's Asabe's voice for sure!

What is she here for? To beat the hell out of me again?
I stood up from my sitting position, moved around the room, thinking of what to do next now that she's here, in my doorstep.

Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!

She banged angrily.

Ya Hayyu Ya Qayyum

I had no other option, so i walked to the door and opened it, with my heart on my hand.

I am dead.

She walked herself majestically into the room and sat on the side of the bed.
She looked at the room worthlessly and started.

"The last time i sat here, wannan matsiyaciyar tana nan kamar wata gimbiya!"

Asabe how dare you call my mother..

"Haha, to yanzu tana ina?...Aljanna ko Wuta!" She said hysterically.

I stood still as i shivered, I could'nt speak or breath properly because everything seems like an invitation to danger.

"Well, Well, Well...." She continued.
"Abinda nazo na fada miki shine, gobe tsohonki zai dawo! Idan kika sake kika fada mishi abinda nayi miki...." She pointed a finger at me warningly.

"....na lahira sai ya fiki jindadi!" She concluded, stood and set out of the room.

I fell on my knees as tears rushed down my cheeks.

She meant her words! Asabe can do anything she wished to not to talk of the one she even uttered.

I was angry with myself, she insulted my mother and i did nothing about it.

Am not worth a daughter.

From what i learned from Ummi, Its not recommended for a Muslim to speak bad about a dead person or insult him or her in any manner or situation.

".....Asma'u have faith in Allah...Be strong"

Her face gets brighter everytime i dreamt of her. Why does she keep repeating those words?.

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Its Monday!
How was the weekends, am getting lazy this days, sleeping like 24/7.
Chapter 6, next will be 7 kenan ko 😹😹

For the votes, Nagode! *in morell's voice.
Na only you waka come?  iam_xender.
Ronaldo da kansa...Kass_Berry.
See yah next chapter....

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