Hajara's Journey (A Love Story)

Chapter Thirty One

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I watched as Hud entered the parlour. Currently I was at Aunty AA, my moms house. Which was as a result of much persuasion from grandma, mami and surprisingly Hakeem.

He had told his parents and my granny about his intentions and they had asked that my parent settle their differences before the marriage could hold.

So when I got a weeks break from school, I decided it was the right time to go visit them and sort it out.

Apparently, Hud was a brother to my moms husband. I smiled at him and pleasantries were exchanged. He was a fine lad and also very playful and jovial to.

I waited patiently for my mom and step dad to come down the stairs. Today, we were going to meet Kamals dad. So he and my mom could sort things out.

I opted to stay back with kids but papa my step dad thought otherwise and suggested I went with them. Yesterday when I arrived, I met with my step siblings. They were four Yasmin, Naim, Saara and Junaid the last baby.

Yasmin was an exact copy of me and I couldn't believe it when I saw her. From her stature to her colour and in fact almost everything of hers and I took a liking to her immediately.

All of them were so happy and offered to share their room with me when Papa their dad introduced me to them but mom thought it wise to be left alone but that didn't happen. For Junaid cried throughout dinner and stopped only after I had agreed to let him sleep in my room.

And oh was he clingy. The boy literally stuck to my body the whole night as he snored lightly. My heart beat with admiration as I watched him. The feeling was strange. Having a family close to me and supporting me was so strange. But gradually, I was getting used to it.

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The park was filled with big trees and beautiful flowers. Birds chirped and from a distance, I heard the sound of a flowing river. I was a sucker of nature and I couldn't believe the amount of beauty this place held.

Inhaling the smell of freshness, I watched as kids run from one place to another. It was a beautiful day and I was hopping the meeting wasn't going to end like the last time.

We strode towards the other end of the park. I was behind Papa and my mom he held her hand and drew her closer to him. Their relationship was a very beautiful one from the little I had seen.

When I got to know my mom was married, my heart skipped a beat.
Initially, I was angry.
"Why did she leave my dad?" I asked myself.

And also, I hated the idea of a 'step parent' due to stories I heard growing up but later, I realised I was just being selfish and let go of the feeling. It wasn't easy though but I tried.

Later, I was scared of whether he was going to accept me since I had been in the dark all along. But he proved to be a gentleman and made sure to call me once every week to enquire about my health and school. I overhead him saying once that "I wasn't to be blamed for the decisions of two adults."
And that alone, calmed my heart.

Sitting on the gazebo facing the river was Kamal, his dad, his mom, an old lady and another elderly woman.
"Wow" I muttered
I didn't expect much company.

Mum and Papa moved towards them to greet whiles I stood back with Hud who had been our driver and my companion thankfully.

Mum had told Abdul Hakeem to come over and he had called to inform me that he was from the airport coming since he worked in a different state.

"Welcome"
The old woman said as she smiled the wrinkles stretching on her face.
We thanked her and sat down facing them. Just then, Hakeem showed up and I proceeded to shift so he could sit by my side since all the seats were occupied.

Little conversations which included introduction were made here and there and soon the issue at hand was brought up.

Apparently, the old woman, was Kamals grand mom and the other woman his aunt all from his dad or like he will say our dads side.

The old woman whom they called mama J knelt in front of my mom and started weeping as she asked for forgiveness. Mom, started crying too and Papa stood up to raise mama J up.

"I am sorry Adama It is all my fault. Had it not been me he wouldn't have left you. I bewitched him because from the beginning I was against your marriage but my husband and my Ibrahim wouldn't hear of it.  Why would I let my son marry a nobody? You had no relatives apart from your parent and I let pride get the best of me thinking we were better than your family.

When I realised he wasn't going to corporate, I made him hate the idea of having children with you. But you Adama, your prayers were very strong so you put seed but I sealed your mouth and only left it once my son was out of the country so you couldn't inform him of the pregnancy.

Once he was out of the country, I locked his heart from your love and my husband passed away not long after we left Ghana. So with my husband gone, if was easier to toy with Ibrahim's feelings."

At this point, I started crying myself.
Why? Why is this world so unfair to the poor?
Was it my grandparents fault that a war brought them to a land without relatives?

Was it their faults all their family dies living them alone?

My heart was hurting so much and I kept my head on my lap as I tried to sniff in the snort coming out. I was so hurt.

I felt the presence of someone and raised my head to see Kamals mom. She to was kneeling in front of me I attempted to stand up but Hakeem held tightly to my hand soothing it with his thumb.

"I am sorry to my dear. Jamal has been through a lot especially with black girls. Not that I hate black girls but they have always spent his money and left him messed up. I was wrong yo have said all that about you. Please forgive me."

I stood up to hug her as I sobbed silently on her back.

Before long, all was sorted and aunty Lolo Kamals mom, pleaded with me to come for dinner once I was back to New York for school.

Papa introduced Hakeem to my dad. For the first time in my life, Kamal and Hakeem sat without any fight or exchange of words and I was glad.  I was older than Kamal with just some months but he looked older and behaved very maturely.

After a few questions, it was agreed that my lefe  was going to be sent to my moms house.

We stood up to hug each other and mum  forgave all of them. I hugged Kamal tightly and pecked him on his cheek.

"I love you little bro" I muttered with a smirk.
And be smiled at me hugging me back tightly as he sniffed back his snort.

someone cleared his throat and i turned to see Hakeem.

"Here we go again." I said as both of them laughed and high five each other.

Family will always be family.

I can hear the wedding bellssss💃💃💃💃
But on a serious note, this chapter was so emotional and I was almost crying whilst writing it.

I wouldn't have forgiven so easily lol I know myself😪. But then again, who will keep a grudge when you have a lovely person like Papa to be by your side😍?
And oh, what are themes are we going for the wedding 🤔?

Cos I'm a sucker at those things🙆🙈 please comment let me see what color to choose.

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