chap 4

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Third-person POV

"Allahu Akbar!" Mubarak, the eldest brother yelled, then ran for the door, "go fix Deenu" he shoved Maryam and Yumnah away with surprisingly harsh force. The two expressed their displeasure with being cast away but they were only ignored by him as he proceeded to lead the men into the living room where his parents wait standing.

"MashaAllah, handsome young man" Umma (the mom) said "hey, what of me," their papa asked faking hurt "dallah zauna chan (abeg sit down there), you're old" she waved him off. "jare, don't mind him, please sit. Khairi, water please!" She instructed.

Ameer (baffa) and Khabeer (Abba) we so desperately trying to hide their laughter cause Ibraheem (papa) was grumbling on and on. Nonetheless, they did as told by taking their seats

Zainab (Umma) spared him a look before pulling him to her in a side hug, "you might be old, but you're my old fool, stop grumbling you're still good-looking" he smiled proudly before taking his seat with his mood clearly uplifted.

Conversation

Mubarak: may we know your name
Ameer: my name is Ameer Ishaq, I was hoping to get your daughter as my bride cause I have been searching for quite a while for a girl of good custom. My niece was telling me that her friend's older sister was also in my position, so I thought not to waste time and come right over

Khabeer: Assalamu Alaikum, well he said it all, I'm his elder brother, Unfortunately, our dad isn't close to us so we couldn't bring him, but he will be present InshaAllah some weeks later. Um, if you don't mind, can we see Madeena

Ibraheem: sure

Zainab: Maryam, where is your sister, Khairi water na!

Mubarak: I'll call Khairu

End conversation

Maryam and Yumnah round the corner on either side of Madeena and Ameer stares in awe, he begins to stand but Kabeer pulls him back down.

Madeena was wearing a red abaya and a black veil hanging loosely, a light shade of makeup, the abaya arms covering all skin, a simple but stunning look.

"Assalamu Alaikum" she whispers "wa alaikissalam" Ameer mumbled palms beneath his chin as he blatantly stares at her.

They were soon led away to talk privately after some pleasantries were concluded.

"Yumnah, ke kuma daga ina (where did you come from)?" Asked Zainab, "she's my daughter," khabeer said and she looked between them, "so you brought your uncle," she asked and she nodded.

Meanwhile

Ameer: *scratches the back of his head* I know this is sudden
Madeena: *shifts uncomfortably* yeah, it is
Ameer: are you willing to give this a shot
Madeena: I have waited long enough, I can't deny
Ameer: *beams like a torchlight in pitch darkness*....you're very beautiful, mashaAllah
Madeena:(blushes) thank you
Ameer: *pulls out his phone* type in your number?
Madeena: sure
Ameer: Deeni. can I call u Deeni
Madeena: (blushes) sure. Here you go *hands him back his phone*
Ameer: you blush a lot,  it suits you
Silence...
Ameer: *as she walks away* do you accept me
Madeena: only time will tell Meeri

She giggles at his expression and then proceeds to walk away. He sighs in contentment when she's out of sight then goes back to his brother and niece, shortly after he excuses himself to get the gifts, he hands the chocolates and rose personally to Madeena.

Khairu walks in finally as they prepare to leave, "sorry, who are these?" He asks "shege, go back to the hole you crawled out of, look at what terrible timing you have" khairi retorts "Umma, I will slap this rat" he threatens,  "oh, mashaAllah, we look exactly alike, were twins idiot!" she hollers, "khairat!" He yells "Khairullah!" She mocks. "Shut the hell up, both of you, Deenu has a suitor and you're embarrassing us!" Mubarak scolds, "now that answers my question" khairu snaps "what was that?" Mubarak demands but khairu just starts to walk away.

"Where are you going, you didn't even greet" Ibraheem stops him "sorry papa, good evening people I don't know and don't care to know" he waves, he looks at his mom who was glaring at him "I'm in trouble, I know" he mocks, then walks away.

"Sorry about him, he's in one of his moods" Maryam apologizes on his behalf, "its OK" Ameer replies "yeah, he was exactly like him, he will grow out of it," khabeer says then revived a playful shove from the accused, "no one needed to know that" he whines which just causes everyone to laugh at his expense.

"Well, we'll be leaving," Khabeer says after all had died down, they all stand and make their way to the door at his words, "wada'an Meeri" Madeena says before scurrying away.

Everyone had a good laugh before they get in their car and drive back home quietly, they reach home and find pati (grandpa) and Soro's (grandpa's) car Parked in front of their home, they are the triplets' paternal grandparents.

Yumnah leaped out of the car immediately it halted and ran into the house, she barely greeted her soro while still running to find her pati. "My bundle of joy and energy" pati opened her arms awaiting her granddaughter, the hugged tightly, then they started gushing about how they missed each other.

"Baby pati, I have a great story to tell you, let's go to your room" Yumnah gushes and they rush to the room.

Everybody else was with soro enjoying his stories.

~yasmeen's POV

I walked away from the bustle and noise of everyone with soro and left the house, I got into my car and drove out of the building, I aimlessly drove around town before deciding to make my way back home.

I enter the gate and find everyone waiting with crossed arms.

I'm in trouble.

As I drop I'm met with Amma in front of me, she slaps me tightly across my face, then she blows up.

"You're very irresponsible, going out after isha, what's your problem, I think you deserve another slap for your stupidity, you didn't think to tell anyone, I think it's because you haven't been beaten in a long while right, I may have ten of you but I'm very capable of keeping you all in line" she yell every word and I just stand holding my cheek.

She turns her back to me and then started to ramble as she walks away, "rubbish, yaran yanzu, chap, wallahi ta kara fita dukan fitan hankali zata sha ba Mari kawai ba, shirme kawai (children of these days, I swear to God if she repeats it I'll beat her to a pulp not only one measly slap, if not rubbish), couldn't give me a whole six months to recover from the pregnancy, yarinya ba tausayi ko kadan (the girl has no pity at all)" she babbles in anger till she's out of sight.

With thoughts swirling in my head and a rapidly beating heart, I black out.

~yusrah's POV

"Yasmeen!" We all yell then rush to her, Amma runs back out almost immediately she hears our voices and goes directly to Yasmeen, shoving and clawing her way through us, she starts to cry shaking her, that's where I got it from I guess, she will beat the living crap out of you but will still break down when she sees you in pain after it either as a result or not.

Ya Suraj picks her up and takes her inside, while mom follows and yells commands to everyone. Yasmeen is what you call an ajebutter, she doesn't take stress lightly, if it is a small commotion that goes on she will black out.

A bit over dramatic if you ask me but, I guess it's part of her now.

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