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A Red Letter Day? Or Night?

Hey guys, please sightly PG at the end of the chapter. I could not help myself hehe, I also noticed that Hamal haven't really interacted since the wedding, so here goes.

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"There is a delivery for you please go sign for it. It's from Prague so they won't give it to anyone else but you." Halima frowned a bit before walking outside and seeing the UPS guy waiting. She frowned, they brought a small truck. Halima wondered what could be in it.

"Hello Ma'am, are you Halima Sadiyya Aliyu?" Halima nodded with a sigh. "Yes, I am." The man nodded, passed her a clipboard and she signed her name on the space provided, still in turmoil about what Jamal could have sent.

The driver and someone else sitting in the front seat went to the back of the truck and pulled a ramp down, using it to slowly lever the package until it got down.

"What is that?" The guy shrugged with a smile making Halima sigh and direct them to the back where they pushed the package into her office, she handed them a few naira notes from her purse and shut the door when they left.

She picked a letter opener from the table and tore the intensely covered cling film that served as protection for the carton. Soon, she got to the carton and finally opened it. She dropped the letter opener in shock.

She went to her table, picked up her phone and shakily tried to call Jamal, failing about three times before she finally tapped in his number. "Jamal Abubakar. What miracle are you? What did I do in my previous life to deserve you?"

Jamal laughed and answered with a smile in his voice. "I thought you'd need a push in the right direction. You can start whenever, but knowing that this is out of the way would help you sleep well at night." Halima only sniffled and let tears fall down her face.

"Jamal Abubakar, I love you." Jamal didn't say a word for a long time, so long that Halima wondered if he had cut the call. But he then said with a laugh; "If a big gift would get me those words, I suppose I should do that all the time." Halima shut her eyes, she should have thought before saying anything. Those words came from the depth of her heart, she had no idea how they fell out and they were too truthful for Jamal to make play of them like that.

"It's true. I don't need gifts to say it. At all, I'm so grateful for you. Really." He laughed and told her he had a meeting. Halima looked at the call which Jamal had ended abruptly and wondered what could have caused it. She shrugged it off and joyfully went to the appliance lying disassembled in the carton.

It was a twelve litre emulsifying and homogenizing mixer that cost over twelve thousand dollars the last time Halima checked. She knew quite alright that she would not be able to fund it unless she got a huge loan and thank Allah for Jamal whom He sent.

A few hours later, at four-thirty, Halima walked to the car and got into the backseat, she had not learned to drive and didn't wish to since sitting behind the wheels gave her hives. She was content to let Jamal's driver take her everywhere. She told him to take her home and she wondered as the landmarks flew by what she would do to Jamal when he returned. He seemed to think she was joking, but she wasn't.

About twenty minutes later, they drove into the gated house and Halima came out of the car, thanking the driver who immediately reversed, Halima thought hopefully as she climbed the marble stairs to the main door. The door was opened by Na Umaimah not Jariyah since she was still adhering to instruction not to open the door by herself.

When they heard Halima's voice as she greeted Na Umaimah, both children got up from their table where they were doing assignments, more like Jariyah was done with hers and was teaching Lubna hers when Lubna would be perfectly content making a watercolor or watching Sofia the first; she never got tired of it.