CHAPTER FORTY THREE.

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After  exchanging pleasantries with the gate man Mallam Ado, he headed to his mother's apartments after spending some time with her, he went to Ummu's. She was on the couch in the living room when he entered. Seeing her in that Red Lufaya and surprisingly with a red lipstick made him chuckle. "All thanks to Minal. Our Ummu is gradually turning into a slay queen" he thought.
"How was work Umar? " she asked. "Alhamdulillahi fa. I can see you are all set for the book launch. " he said.
She smiled shyly at him. "We have over two hours left. You should go have shower and have some rest before then" she suggested. "Where's Minal? " she asked.
"She's in the house o suppose. I haven't gone there. I went directly to Mummy's "
"Is she still asleep. I was there some while ago and she was complaining of headache."
"No. She was in her room when I went but she wasn't asleep. "
"OK then. Let me go and check on her " she searched on the floor for her phone. "I'll  go and have some rest Ummu" she watched him leave with a wild smile plastered on her face. She has never seen someone like him. Never in her life. Within a year, his mother, Minal and him became his priority and no one could treat them better. He built three houses in a large compound where the middle one belonged to him, the one on the right belonged to his mother while the one on the left belonged to Ummu. He showed no preference as he treated both woman equally. The house structure was the same and every one has a car and a driver.
"This boy is pampering us too much" his mother said when he gave them the keys to their brand new cars.
Ummu badly wanted to go back to Sudan and live with her mother both she stayed because of her one and only daughter. She pleaded with her not to go and she had to make that promise she'll never go for so long. The last time she went was with Umar's mother and it's so surprising how the two got very close in a short period of time. He takes them out every Sunday and would always attempt to drive like a maniac just to scare them.
They was no one in the living room and the house as usual was quiet. He dropped him bag on the couch and sat, removing his sock. The book lunching is on less than two hours and he needs to get some rest before then.
      He caught a whiff of her perfume and inhaled deeply waiting as she descended from the stairs. His Minal looked as beautiful as ever.
She ran into his arms and hugged him tightly. "Welcome home Daddy! " she said pulling out of the warm embrace. "And how is my little princess?l he asked rubbing her cheeks.
"I'm fine. I'm just anxious? We have little time left Daddy and you aren't dressed." he smiled down at the six year old as she spoke.
"Oh! Just a minute. I'll take long OK? " she nodded . "Daddy my nanny said I should always be wearing a scarf in my head but I don't want to. I want to show off my long hair. You also like it daddy. You are always touching it. "
"Call her Maman Sadiya Minal and hey! She knows what's the best for you. It's only guys that are meant to expose their hair." she paused for a while trying to process what he just said. "Fine. I won't expose my hair after today. "
"Why don't you start from now? " he asked. "Daddy I made this hair purposely for the book launchPlease Daddy! " she begged. "Fine. After today OK!"

Maman Sadiya came in and after they exchanged pleasantries, he left to go get ready wondering how close him and Minal have gotten in just a year. He adopted her exactly a year after Minal's death because he vowed not to get married only when God performs his miracle on him. With each breath he takes, he remembers her. He remembers seeing her in rags at his uncle's house, how frightened she gets whenever she sees him, how she totally changed after going back to her parent's house and lastly, he could clearly remember when she said the words he has been dying to hear. I love you Umar. He lay down on his bed grabbing her diary which has now become his.
26th JUNE he read aloud smiling sadly. It's the darkest day in his life and a day he will live to remember every detail.

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