Obscure

Chapter Seven

Hey beautiful people 💫
This chapter is the going to inform you more about safwan I'm sure many suggestions have been popping into your mind concerning him.
Here is a throwback😊
Ahmad ✅
Safwan❌

Hajiya Zaytun {safwans' mother}
I rested my head on his shoulders, my EDD reads that I am going birth today, so I was taken to Aminu Kano for proper treatment.
Most of my family members from Maiduguri arrived last night. I feel so weak and my heart sings something bad might happen.
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The cry of a baby pulled the attention of all the patients in the ward.
"Alhamdulilah" my heart sang as I carried my baby.
"Welcome to the world Ahmad" I said with joy.
I prayed for him into his ears, he is one in a million, I have my own son from my own womb. Alhamdulilah
"Salam Madam, please I was given this letter by a man outside, he said I should give up"a nurse said.
I collected it, then she carried baby Ahmad to my relatives at the reception because she didn't want them to come in and disturb me.
—( Salam my wife. I want to use this opportunity to inform you that I've divorced you, and take care our son because I can't live with you. I am not a good person, i smuggle yard drugs in and out and t Nigeria, so thanks for the support goodbye)— I read out immediately I finished reading the letter I fainted.
I stayed in the hospital for about for about six months, without eating or drinking all I do is to cry, cry and cry which lead to my eye issues and heart attack. I'll never forgive my so called husband, I hate him fuck love, I think love ain't for me. I will never get married again, my life is filled up with sorrow and misfortune.
After a year, I went back to Maiduguri to leave with my beloved relatives who took very good care of Ahmad and I.
At two years, Ahmad started schooling, my siblings paid for all my needs. I lived with my sister whose husband died.
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After five years, my relatives forced me to get married to a popular wealthy man Alhaji Mahmoud kolobe.
Mahmoud promised to take Ahmad as his own son and he will never let me down.
I married him a year after we met.
"Ameee who's my father ?" Ahmad asked me so cutely.
"Daddy of course" I replied immediately.
"But my school Aunty said that my daddy ran away so you remarried and my friends were laughing at me" he said
"Shut up" I yelled at him.
"Zaytun what's wrong ? Why are you shouting at him?" Daddy my new husband asked. He hates seeing Ahmad worried not to talk of me shouting at him.
I narrated what Ahmad told me earlier in tears. He got provoked all of a sudden.
"I'll deal with her" he yelled and rushed out.
I finished dressing up Ahmad for school, made tea for him and prepared chips and egg for me to put into lunch bag.
I love Ahmad, he is all I have, I lost my two parents at twelve when they died in a road accident. At seventeen I got married and at nineteen I was blessed with Ahmad.
Our life carried on, filled up with expensive shits, everyday was a blessing, I knew about no lack though my relationship with Mahmoud had its hills and vallies.
When Ahmad was about to get into Jss1. Mahmoud got a transfer from his place of work , we packed from from Maiduguri and left Nigeria.
We carried on our lives at Italy.
My relatives never forget Ahmads' date of birthday on 21st January, every year one person takes him to one country or the other while some shower him gift.
Chill wait a minute, let me not lie I've never seen anyone that hates Ahmad only those that are beefing on him. He was growing bigger everyday but nothing can stop the love I have for him at all I have to say is Alhamdulilah.
Flashback will be continued in the next chapter insha Allah