FLAWED SOULS

CHAPTER 2: HENNA ALLERGY

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It was the next day and Amirah's headache still hadn't dulled and everyone knew the day before the wedding was usually the busiest.
She was woken up by Ya Adnan's estranged wife, aunty Samha.

"Wayyo Allah na!" Aunty Samha exclaimed as soon as she entered and saw Amirah was still on her bed, she immediately dropped her son from her hips and gave Amirah a harsh slap on her leg, Amirah flinched and cursed Samha in her mind.

"Will you get your lazy ass up! So you are still sleeping because Hajiya has gone out? You just wait till I tell her."

Amirah groaned, "Ummi Abdallah do you know how stressed I was yesterday? Even Hajiya knows that's why she hasn't sent anyone to wake me up so I advice you just let me rest unless you all want to watch me sleep throughout tomorrow." Amirah warned before lying back down.

"Get up you lazy girl! I know you haven't done anything, you are just running your mouth. Ya Hamidah  just landed at the airport now and Lawal has already gone to bring her, if you like still be asleep when she comes to this house, that's no longer my problem."

At the mere mention of Hamidah, Amirah shot up the bed and ran into the bathroom. Amirah was Hamidah's immediate younger sister from Hajiya but from baba, they had Lawal and Samir between them. Hamidah was strict just like her father and Adnan, she never smiled and her words were like a sharp sword, hurting anyone at the receiving end of it's wrath.

She was widowed and living in Abuja with one kid, her husband had died three years after their wedding and nothing anybody said made her remarry again, she was a hotshot lawyer living big.

Hamidah was a beauty despite the scars on her face, a long, deep scar ran from her ear down to her jaw, threatening to mar her face, and the other scar on her other cheek was burns from a fire incident. She had gotten both scars seven years back but no one ever spoke of the incidents.

Amirah dressed in black big pants and a grey shirt, she tied a veil over her hair and went out of her room, Hajiya Lolo's voice reverberated as she screamed praises to Allah, Amirah wondered what it was all about as she hurriedly went out through the main entrance to see Hajiya hugging the life out of her first grandchild, five years old Amana.

From the corner of her eyes, Amirah saw Aunty Amarya, the second wife peep out through the door most definitely to know what the commotion was about, then she returned back to her house, a two bedroom built solely for her.
Aunty Amarya and Hajiya Lolo never saw eye to eye, or rather it was Hajiya who never wanted to see Aunty Amarya and no one knew how the fallout began.

Growing up, Amirah could recall Hajiya and Aunty amarya being close, they even cooked meals together but one day, the fight started and never seemed to end so Baba built a separate house for her in the compound, while her children still stayed in the main house and Aunty Amarya was rarely seen inside it.

Amirah had felt Baba shouldn't have gone about things that way for it showed obvious favoritism towards Hajiya, but who was she to interfere, it was Baba and Baba was never wrong.

Hamidah simply patted her back as she headed inside the house and the house was plunged back into a beehive.

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It was just midday but it was obvious everything was desired to go haywire. The
snack lady's number wasn't going through, the boys that were supposed to bring the cows for slaughtering still were yet to be seen and the worst of all was when Amirah began to have an allergic reaction to the henna applied on her feet.