Zainab's Little Secret

34(The good old times)..

After which I prepared rice and beans for dinner. Murphy only had few spoonfuls before he stood up as he didn't have appetite. I understood he needed some time to himself and so I let him be. I gave him the space he needed.

Murphy's POV
Immediately I entered my room, I couldn't hold back the tears as I remembered the memories of my late sister,our hustle throughout our teenage years. My sister suffered alot to see me and my siblings through school. She would share her pocket money among us. She would take the blame for somethings we did in childhood. She would source for food even if it meant she starved. We were her priority and she became the mother we never had. She became a father figure in our life also. She was my role model. She was my queen jannatiy.. She was willing to serve as a maid because of us. She wanted the very best for every single one of us until she lived with one of our dad's relative. She was brainwashed gradually and that was where the hatred began. She began to hate us and became selfish. She forgot about us completely and lived alone almost all through her life. I was the closest to her all through her lifetime as my younger brother was a cunny guy and she hated his ways and lies.

She stopped asking after us and because the sadness was too much. I had to inform my dad about my decision to study law at the university of Sokoto. He declined at first but my sister had a part to play on how my dad got convinced. On the day of departure,she cried and at least I could see through her eyes that she loved me regardless of whatever she has been told. She wiped away my tears and helped me with my load as I boarded the train and then gave me some money, some home made food packed in a takeaway with some snacks to munch on. I smiled, thanked and hugged her for the last time before boarding the train as my then unknown journey began.

That was the last I saw of her all through my first 3 years in school. I couldn't go home as there was no one to meet. Was it my irresponsible father I was going to meet or the wicked step mother who wouldn't hesitate to kill me if she gets a chance?. I was fed up with life as I nurtured and took care of myself alone. My pocket money wasn't constant or enough and so I had to hustle and sell alot of stuffs to survive my first 3 years alone in a federal university. There were times I wished my mother was alive instead of my dad as mum was originally from an extremely rich family and would have taken good care of us instead of this man right here who doesn't care about anything apart from women,sex and alcoholic drinks.

He would rather spend on our step mother and her kids than to give us a dime. She was never wrong in his eyes and she always had his support. Life in the north wasn't easy as Hausa was the main language. Few understood English but most were for pidgin English. I was forced to learn the language because of my cloth business then. I had to speak to the indigenes to negotiate the price. Life was really hard on me then until my sister showed up one day in my school with her then fiancé (Olatundun). He was a police officer an inspector to be precise. And when she came,she brought alot of stuff ranging from fruits, provisions,clothes, shoes and some money. I was legit crying when I ran to her and hugged her. I was so emotional as my depression was worse then as I did not mingle with people at all. It felt like the whole world hated me. So she took me to the restaurant in school and made sure I ate to my satisfaction before she left and introduced her fiance to me. We shook hands and was told to come home so I would be present throughout her introduction ceremony.

At least this good news kept me going in school and I looked forward to the day. Even my friends knew I had changed. I laughed and enjoyed my stay in school until I started the countdown to her day.

2 days to her introduction,I already arrived Ilorin and we had started cleaning the house and buying the necessary stuffs as regards that. So on the D day I was cleaning the compound when I heard a sweet familiar voice I've always known, I only needed confirmation to know if she was the one. Immediately I turned,I saw no one and I thought probably my head was playing games with me. Not until I heard it again. I ran to the living room and still no one was there.  I wanted to check on my sister when I bumped into someone and I was about to apologize when I realized who it was...
Zainab?!!!!😲😲.. She was so radiant and beautiful. Her skin was like a fresh milk and she was glowing from all directions. She was fair and spotless. I became speechless and instead we locked glances as we were both shocked. After a very short while,she apologized and walked away leaving me dumbfounded on what just happened.. My own zee?!!! Subhanallah!!!. I just hope she doesn't have anyone in her mind yet. Because I will never let go of a precious gem like zee..The old feelings rushed back and through out the function I lost my focus as I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. Damn! She's so gorgeous and modestly dressed. Masha Allah!!!.
If everything goes as planned I think my soul mate is here already.

My step mother stepped in as the mother figure for the day and she received all the gifts my mother was supposed to receive. In my mind I was just praying for the those who had their mothers that may Allah keep their mother safe and sound till the very last day. May another person not represent our parents on the day of their joy. I missed my mother deeply and at a point I was close to tears and couldn't hold back my tears. Immediately I sniffed them back in, Zainab looked at me and smiled.
Oh Lord Mamamia!!! That her radiant smile!!. Her smile gave me the courage and the ceremony went well.
Later on in the day, the nikkah was fixed and it was fixed to take place in 2 months time...

I tried talking to zee but everytime something always crops up to interfere. I had no choice than to box her into a corner and tell her what was in my mind. And the conversation went as thus;....
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Tha tha...😝
Surpriseeeeeeeeee🤗😂😝..

Caught you unguarded 😋😋..

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