Scandalous Engagement✅(PREVIEW).

04|Day out.

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04|Day Out...

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One Week later.

With my Mother, Ummi back everything became tightened into place, a lot of things were remedied-

Like the maids slacking off in their jobs just because she wasn't around.

The cooks not following the scheduled rules and menu.

The gardeners not watering the flowers three times a day as per her orders.

The drivers not maintaining the cars as supposed.

And Daddy complaining about my dressing.

Yes I take note of everything and reports everyone immediately after she's back. She's the backbone of the house. When she says no, then it's definitely no. Unlike Daddy who can be persuaded but I am inspiring to be like my mother.

"You said something about going to a Royal wedding from the Zazzau emirate." Ummi said, taking a sip of her tea.

"No Ummi, Kano, it's Kano not Zaria and I'm not going anymore because she's too dull, boring and annoying. The events aren't much so I suggested that lace that you brought for me before you travelled but she was like her friends won't afford it, it's too expensive bla bla bla... I swear Ummi my mouth hanged open for a minute. She expects me to go to a wedding like that? Hell no. If they can't afford that then what could they afford? Do they want me to be seen wearing cheap clothes?" I complained feeling more annoyed as I recalled our conversation.

"Ah you're not going. That would be a disgrace yes." She pursed her lips in disgust.

"Never!" I exclaimed.

"Your phone is ringing." She handed me over the phone.

My heart leapt for a moment thinking it was him but to my utter disappointment it was Samha. Talk of the devil.

"Hey girl." She greeted.

"Hey yourself. What's up?" I rolled my eyes, making a face.

"Um my bridesmaids outfit has been chosen so I thought I should let you know." Her perfect British accent made coverage for her unlady-like voice.

"Uhh no thanks. I would actually not be in town then, sorry dear but I will make it up to you?" The lie slipped from my tongue perfectly and easily.

"Oh, okay then bye." She cut the call.

She wouldn't even plead! Pathetic.

I ripped a leather bag open to take out whatever it is I had inside. Socks. Of all things. With a grunt I pushed them back into their bag and dropped the thing on the floor.

Ummi has this thing, she hardly travels without bringing home toddler clothes. It's like an OCD, whatever baby clothes interest her spend the rest of their lives in her closet. That is until I get married, that's if I do get married and after getting married IF I will agree to give birth. The mere thought of a child growing in me makes all the hairs on my body to stand at attention talkless of one coming out of me. Well that's like a no-go area for me and my thoughts.

I sashayed to the dresser before lavishing myself with tons of different perfumes, swiped on Kohl to make my eyes pop out, dubbed on powder before coating my lips with nude coloured lipstick.

Very much satisfied with my look I turned to Ummi who was now clad in a multi colored native dress and was in the process of tying on her head-tie. Inquisitively, I raised a brow in her direction to which she replied with "I'll be going to your Aunt Bahijja's place. Are you coming?"