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I don't know what to say...
Chapter Thirty:
Six years later
AFEERAH'S P.O.V
"Inalillahi wainnailaihi rajioon..." I heard Ayman's shout from the room.
He's my husband. Yes, I'm married.
I met him when I only spent two years in Dubai and now after four years, we're married. Expecting our first child.
I haven't been intouch with my family in Nigeria for over three years now.
"What happened?" I asked entering the room. He was sat on the floor, staring at his phone.
"Ayman? What happened?" I repeated.
He just handed me the phone and I prayed as well.
"We have to go to Nigeria." I said with a shaky voice, tears finding their way down my cheeks.
He engulfed me in a bone crushing hug as I cried harder.
"I'm so sorry honey. May his soul rest in peace. May al jannah be his final abode." He said with a soothing voice.
"A-ameen."
I couldn't believe it. My abbi, my father was gone.
He was no more.
He was dead...
*
A week later, we boarded a plane to Lagos, Nigeria.
It was all too sudden and uncalled for but I had to go.
I held my now growing stomach and prayed. I prayed and prayed.
When we landed, we drove to the house.
I was nervous. Seeing Sahla, Sahal, everyone just made me feel like I shouldn't go.
My feelings for Sahal were thrown out and locked away.
I noticed the house had lost its life and color, everything was quiet and dull.
Intertwining our fingers, Ayman rung the bell.
I held his hand tighter and took another deep breath.
Would everything still be the same?
Would Sahal still be Sahal?
Would Sahla still be Sahla?
The door opened and my eyes met a maids.
"Ina wini, please come in." She directed us to the living room and went to call the people of the house.
"Calm down honey, everything will be okay." Ayman kept assuring me.
I nodded and held his hand tighter.
"I'm scared." I said finally.
"Don't be. It's alright."
"Assalamualaikum," I could recognize that voice anywhere.
Sahal.
He came in and sat on the sofa facing ours.
"Ina wunin ku," (Good day to you) he greeted.
Didn't he recognize me?
A maid came in with a tray of refreshments.
"Ina wuni." Ayman greeted back, smiling. "Ya hakuri?" (A/N Don't really know but i think it means how is the acceptance?)
"Alhamdulilah, godiya muke (we are thankful.) But I don't recognize you." Sahal said searching my husband's face.
"Oh yes, you don't know me but you must know her. I'm Ayman Mahmood." Ayman said.
I looked into Sahal's eyes and spoke. "Hello Sahal."
His eyes froze as he analyzed my face.
"Afeerah?"
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V C S
With luv,
Moi😘😘
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