The Hidden Savior

The plan

Assalamu alaykum my durls! Am back , I can't apologize less to you guys,
I hanged u guyz for what seems like ages.
Am sho sholy!

Ohhh my! I won't forget to thank yhu guys 4 ur comments.
I felt extremely happy! I dance, dance and dance!
More especially my Rabin jiki 'modyeesha! Ayeesha Habibaty!

Jasrah POV

I finished my breakfast as usual with the help of Sara my housemaid, I can't believe it's almost a month now, time really runs faster than a cheetah.
And no any progress in our relationship with my so-called husband, we only meets in the dinning table, doorstep, hajjo's apartment or in the corridor(passage).

I settled the dinning table and rush to my room, take my bath and dressed into red and blue Atamfa with some black pattern.

After dressing up I rushed to the dinning table to take my breakfast.
there he seated, dressed up in white kaftan with a black turban cap, He silently munch on his meal and typing something on his phone,
"Assalamu alaykum" i said as I dragged a chair opposite his and sat, He said something beneath his breathe not adjusting his eyes from the phone ' he answered the salam I guess'
"Good morning" I greeted, though I know that he is not gonna answer.
As usual I got glare and hiss as my response, I didn't mind anyway, inda sabo na saba, I served myself and dive in.

Irfam POV

I prayed two raka'as of nawafil and laid on my comfy bed drag my duvet, I said my sleeping azkar but my eyes are not ready to take me into the lala land.
I kept staring at the ceiling though the light is off letting the darkness to embrace the atmosphere.
Suddenly the thought of her come into my mind, Almighty! she is so beautiful and calm, her fairness makes me Wonder if she is even a Nigerian, her long and silky hair always peeps beneath her scarf, her melodious laughter that echoes into the atmosphere whenever she is on a phone, she pouts like a three years old baby which looks cute on her,  I never recall her frown face, her angelic smile is always plastered on her cute lips, her Golden voice always send shivers to my nerve whenever she greeted but I always pretend to ignore I either glare at her or hiss as the answer to her greetings.
she is the best chef that I had ever come across with, I ate food from different restaurants but by God I had never taste a food that tastes heaven like hers, her hand is blessed,
Her cookings are so to die for.
She is unique, she gots all the features that will make someone to go gaga on her, how I wish we were blessed with love marriage not forced one. I will never let her beauty and characters to sink on me, let alone of falling for her, hell never! Never in my wildest dream to see myself falling for this lady, she is forcefully married to me after all so I see no reason for cherishing her as the wife she is, she is just a house mate and chef to me that's all.
'Click' the sound of my clock brought me out of my thoughts
('12:00!) OMG! I have to sleep now to avoid waking up late.

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The morning sunset peeped through my window making me to realise that I have forgotten to drag the thick curtain I just left the silky one, I said my morning dua and silently drag my lazy self to the washroom. I did my ablution before sauntering to the masjid, I had a short nap after coming back from masjid.
I took a warm and relaxing shower, I dressed into a cream kaftan with coffee embroidery and match the look with a coffee cap I sprayed my fave oud, I checked on my wristwatch it's 7:09, I wanna get to work before eight, I quickly ambulated to the parlour walking directly to the dinning table to take my breakfast before leaving am not that kind of someone taking my breakfast late, I always eat my breakfast before eight and thanks to Almighty she always finish her cooking before seven.

I found her seated on one of the arranged sofas in the parlour, she laughs hysterically to the laptop on her thigh,
'She is making a video call I guess' I suit myself on one of the dinning chairs I served myself and dive in, OMG! I can't get tired of eating such scrumptious meal.

"No! No! I miss you more Yaya sa'eef ... Pls don't tell me you are not coming back to Nigeria anymore... So u are not missing me right?... Okay am looking forward to see you...your soon to be bride is missing u too... Okay Take care... Love you more Yaya... Come home soon... Safe trip...
I Munch on my meal with a delight as I heard her conversation with her so-called Yaya sa'eef, I suddenly chock from the food am eating which made her gaze fall on me, she is not aware of my presence she rushed to me and hand me a cup of water which I quickly gulped it down,

"Are you okay?" She worriedly asked, I just took my bag and exited without given her an answer she stood there like a statue and watch at retreating back.

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Jasrah POV

After he left I take my breakfast and strolled to hajjo's apartment. I met her sitting on one of the arranged sofas in the parlour.

"Assalamu Alaykum"

"Wa alaykumussalam, Jasrah kin shigo, yenzu nake faman aikan bahijja takiramin ke"

" ohh Ayya! I simply said

" I have gotten a great information today, I have been waiting for you to come in, I made a new plan and I know it will work"  said an excited hajjo

"Ohhh! Great! You look so excited hajjo, what's the new information and the plan?" I said in the same tone.

"Hey!" Come a voice behind us as the door flung opened, it's Fawzan hajjo's son, OMG! I despise the sight of this guy wallah, he is that kind of rascals that wastes their lives on haram things. I mentally hissed
"Walk out fawzan! We are having a serious talk here" said hajjo

"Hey old woman am not going anywhere Aswear, Haba! You always like shooing me away why can't you let me be, You either include me into your discussion or leave the parlour, Am not going anywhere wallahi!" Said fawzan disrespectfully to his mother, I wonder if this guy is wishing his life a good ending, kai! Subhanallah!

"Mtsssww! Allah ya shiryeka! Jasrah don't mind him, follow me" hajjo said and dragged me to her room, I mentally shake my head.

" I got the password!" She blurted as soon as we got into her room.

"Oohh!" I said

"Aren't you happy, you just said ooh! I will tell you the password, because I Know u are the only person that he may let to enter his room, since you are his wife" hajjo said happily

"Am beyond excited hajjo, but the problem is that how will I  gonna get into his room? He never made the mistake of leaving his door opened" I said quickly in one breath, haaa! I will never do the mistake of stealing those documents that they are expecting me to, never!

" But do you know what? Here is an idea, since we got the password why not KICK HIM AWAY and take what we want?" Hajjo said emphasising the 'kick him away' as she winked.
"Subhanallah!" I gasped
"You mean we should kill him?" I asked with a scare vividly on my face.
Subhanallah! What did she mean, to kill the guy and take away his properties! Wa iyazubillah! What a cruel woman she is?

" Errrmmm...! I mean ummm!" She lost her track of words
"You know I mean we should just drug him and when he passed away then we should quickly take the documents and leave the house before he get back to his senses, you got me right?" She explained, I Know that's not what she mean she want to poison him but the scary look on my face made her explained otherwise.
"Okay great!" I said as I  faked a smile which didn't reach my eyes.

"Cmon habibty! I Know you can do this you are so wise dear" she said and handed me a small piece of nylon leather with a brown powdered substance there.
" now have this, make sure you spread it into his food before he eat, okay?" She said with an evil smile plastered on her lips.
"Okay my hajjo! As you wish hajjajo Angama ranki ya dade, Mark it done your Highness" I said which made her embraced me tightly.
"I know you can do it dear" she said happily.

Pem pem pem!
this woman is so evil!
So hawiz the chappy so far?

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