Recap
"Ya Allah!" Ibrahim muttered an palmed his face. Even though he felt bad for her not feeling the same way, at the same time he felt a great relief when he told her. It was as if a great load was lifted upon his shoulder... It's unusual but after many many many years, he felt happy, he felt himself again...
Third person.
Who ever thought that Ibrahim hammanyero could ever fall in love with his wife of an arranged marriage. But then, fate has it's own way of doing things. There I'd this Hausa proverb that says 'kanna naka Allah na nashi.' Which means 'as you're doing yours, Allah is doing his.
Ibrahim never thought he could fall in love with her, in fact it never crossed his mind. But here he is now, smiling like an idiot since she ran out of the room.
If that's how love feels, then he's ready to fall deeper and deeper, for he is ready for anything that is to come.
His phone started ringing, making him jolt and regain his consciousness. He picked the phone and put it on his ear. "Hello dear little brother." The voice said. The voice Ibrahim dreaded to hear, the voice her learnt to hate so much during these past years. The voice that belonged to no one but his childhood best friend, his brother dearest.
Ibrahim gathered enough courage and finally spoke. "What do you want Jamal??" He promised himself that we wouldn't let Jamal win, not for the second time.
"Tsk tsk, little brother has got the nerves." He said "I could still remember how you begged your mama and Abba to believe you." He let out a wicked laughter. "That memory is still the most precious thing I've ever held. And you know, it was nice playing with you dump ass." He finished.
Ibrahim patiently waited for him to finish before he spoke. "Am going to ask you for the last time, what do you want??"
"Nothing much, but be warned. The chase just began." He said and the line went dead.
Ibrahim sighed out of frustration and threw the phone on the bed.
Maryam decided to grace him with her presence. "You look worried, what's wrong??" She asked him
"Lemme go and pray Maghreb, we'll discuss when am back." He kissed her forehead and ran out of the room not wanting to miss his congregational prayers.
Maryam blushed and also went to perform Ablution. She came back and prayed her Maghreb.
She said her evening Azkars while waiting for her husband to come back from the masjid. Ibrahim might have confessed his feelings for her, but there's still something she's trying to figure out in him. It's not as if she doesn't trust him or anything, but there's this particular thing that makes him a little bit distance from his family. His mother in particular. She really wants to ask him, but she doesn't know how to do that. But if he really wants her to know, he would have told her right? She'll wait and see.
Ibrahim came back from masjid and met Maryam already arranging their dinner on the mat she spread for them in the living room.
"When did you cook all this??" He asked her because he couldn't remember when she excused herself.
"Really Ibrahim?" She rolled her eyes and sat down. "Faiza helped me with some things though.
He smirked and sat down. Maryam has never seen him smirked. She froze, memories of the past came rushing back. That smirk, that particular smirk that she could never ever forget, that smirk that made her life miserable, that one smirk that ruined her.
"Dora are you okay. " Ibrahim snapped his fingers bringing her back to reality. But only that this particular smirk is coming from her husband not the demon that ruined her life. 'Its just a resemblance... No no I am just hallucinating. " she muttered to herself, but that didn't go unnoticed to Ibrahim.
"Dora you're scaring me, what's not a resemblance?" He moved closer to her and raised her head.
"Ib-ibrahhiim" she shuttered and hugged him. She closed her eyes but the only thing she sees is that same smirk from her demon, Jamal.
"It's okay, am here and I'll always be here." He assured her and wrapped his arm around her. Securing her in the warmth of his body that even the sun wouldn't be able to reach. He's her shield now, always and forever.
She wiped away her tears and moved away from his hold. "Thank you." She muttered and started serving their food.
"Care to share what just happened?" He asked, looking at her intensely. "Remember, no secrets." He added.
She shifted uncomfortably and smiled. "It's a touchy subject Ibrahim." She replied.
He sighed. "Then why am I here? Ain't we supposed to share our grief and sorrows together? "
"Hmm, let's finish eating first." She Said and silently began eating her food.
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Farhaan couldn't bring himself to face Maryam, or Ibrahim, or even Najma and Najwa after what he had done. He avoided them like a plague he is. Najwa being the talkative called and messaged him several time as to why he stopped coming. Even Ummee couldn't help but worry because the house is like a second house of his. And after four days of him not showing up, they all began to worry.
He hated staying away from them also, Ummee is like a second mother to him just like Najma and Najwa are like his sisters. But for what he had done, he doesn't think he could ever have the decency to face them again.
It wasn't his fault, it wasn't his fault at all but Mayan and Ibrahim wouldn't understand. He didn't know what came over him that day. It was Shaitan trying to meddle in his affairs and he succeeded. It was a mistake, he made a big mistake and he believes that no one is above mistake. But this mistake he made ruined his relationship with his best friend and his Family.
"Ya Farhaan" Najma's voice jolted him up. He looked up at her wondering how she got in
"I met mama downstairs, she told me you are here." She explained. "What happened? Why did you stop everything all of a sudden. Ummee got really worried." She asked him with concern.
He scratched his messed up hair and stood up. "I am fine Najma, I just feel a little bit dizzy thus days." He lied.
"Hmm, you know that lying doesn't suit you right? And besides mama said nothing was wring with you, that you just decided to lock yourself in the room without letting anyone in. "One thing with Najma is that she never knows when to shut up.
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