My heart and yours

Chapter three

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Fair complexion, almond shaped doe- like eyes, my semi full brows and dark hair. My lips, full and commanding.

I am wearing a red atampa beautifully sewn into a peplum top and skirt. The red compliments my skin nicely. I take one last look at my slim self. My decolletage hardly showing because of it's minimum size. I pronounce myself to go downstairs with a spritz of perfume.

Years ago, I would have been shy going about with my small bust but as long as I have Abdul and he saw me before he married me, what do I have to worry about anymore? I pick my red veil, hold my head  very high and walk down the stairs.

As I descend down the stairs, Abdul is sprawled on the sofa watching football. Boys!  I think rolling my eyes.

He looks up and his eyes meet mine. Grinning, he gets up and walks towards me. When he is standing in front of me, he whispers like he is afraid he will be overheard.

" Oneday you will kill me."

" How?" I say feigning ignorance.

He stares into my eyes, his suddenly a darker shade. He holds my small waist and pulls me closer.

" Abdul" I whisper

He grins again and lifts me off my feet.
I shriek.

" Innalillahi, what are you doing? Put me down this instant."

" Not until you show me how much you love me."

" What? Can you even hear yourself? How?"

" Kiss me"

" No"

" I'm serious"

" I am also. You need to earn it first"

" Oh well, I won't put you down then. Infact we are going to my room " he says wiggling his eyebrows.

I start to protest when there is a knock on the door, followed by another and another until I'm sure whoever is knocking isn't well.

Abdul puts me down and whispers " you still owe me baby."

" I really owe you nothing."

" We shall see, don't worry." And he winks. I roll my eyes and walk towards the door. As I throw the door open hoping to tell whoever it is a good telling off, the person beats me to it and attacks me instead with a hug.

" Adda Aishaaaaaaa" she practically screams.

" Oh Ramlah, your brother won't be very happy if you kill me."I hug her back lovingly. How I have missed this crazy girl.

I open my closed eyes and realize there is someone else too

"Tutu, did you come with anyone else?" I whisper

" Ohhh yeah" she practically screams. " This is Maryam, my cousin. She was also at the wedding, didn't you see her?"

" Of course." I say, "hi! Ya kike?" Even though I can't recall the numerous unknown faces at the wedding.

" Lafiya" she says smiling.

" Hey, where is big bro?" Ramlah starts making her way into the house. " Hamma Abdulllll"

" Ramlatu, please go back to your father's house." He groans. I chuckle as I head to the kitchen dropping the food basket.

" Haba Hamma, stop calling me Ramlatu."

Today is going to be interesting, I smile.