Life Without You✔️.

14: Boundaries

Bibi's POV
Abuja, Nigeria.

I have a feeling I'm going to enjoy today. The sa lalle henna ceremony was set to start around one thirty after Dhuhr prayer. I put on the Ankara skirt and blouse that was kept for me. It was sent in yesterday by the tailor we would be getting the last dress today insha'Allah.
This time around one of Aunty Ramla's workers did my make up and helped me with the head tie. The sa lalle is going to take place at Uncle faizs house.

And since I came here early this morning to get ready here all we had to do was go outside to the place that has been decorated.
We made our way downstairs, using the back door, which leads us to the backyard where the event is taking place.

It was decorated beautifully, from the few canopies to the backdrops and the mats. It all looked beautiful. We had three henna people come, because we weren't much and so we don't waste time.

Like Mama said, the oldest was doing mine. I learned her name was Habiba as I sat down and let the woman do her thing.

After three beautiful, everlasting hours note the sarcasm, I was allowed to remove the henna. With the help of Fayha, I washed the henna off. And we drove back home after.
Mama sent us upstairs to go get anything we needed and to leave the house. This is the only day we get to go out in the open without needing to ask for permission because the groom's family is bringing the Kayan lefe gift boxes.

And since Fayha is part of the groom's family it was just me jamaimah, leena and the others that were sent out of the house all others were still at uncle faiz's getting everything set.

I took my bath and put on a green straight skirt with a white crop top, a black abaya, and a matching veil! No make-up this time around. Mama almost sent us flying out of the house, so we left.

Firstly, we went to the mall to collect our outfits for the nikkah wedding ceremony, then we went to the salon, where I was forced to do my hair.

I hate plaiting my hair because it's full and long, and you know how 4c hair is when you don't plait it for a long time. Two hours of torture later, we paid and left.

We then went to 4U Supermarket to get ice cream and shawarma, then we went back home. Upon reaching the entrance, the old women started yodelling as we walked into the house.

Fayha ran towards us and the girls and dragged us upstairs to come see the boxes. She said they bought over twenty boxes what for or should I say all this from a man that doesn't care if they call him up now and say Bibi just died I'm sure he'd immediately phone his babe to tell her the good news.

I didn't want to see any of them, but the girls kept on gushing about the boxes, so I agreed to see them. After praying Maghrib, we moved to the sitting room to see them.

We knew no one was there, so we sat down there and gisted, played some games, also prayed Isha there too. As we continue talking my phone rings from beside me and it's a call from an unknown number. "Ina zuwa I'm coming, let me answer this." I inform them getting up to leave the room.

"Hello" I say immediately I pick up "I'm starting to think you're lying about you not being happy about this marriage Nadia." Immediately he speaks I recognize the voice. I hiss loudly before replying. "Look here Mr man I don't know how you got my number but let me make it very clear do not ever call my line just to say rubbish I mean never. If you think I'm happy about my life being ruined by getting married to of all people you then be my guest in being deluded enough to think you're someone females would die for asside from the girl you seem to like." I warn him and end the call before he can say anything else.

I go back to the others and we continue our stories. Sometime into it I get tired and leave them to it but fayha follows immediately. "Who called you?" She asked once she closed the door behind her"no one important." I reply trying to dismiss the topic. "It has to be, because after the call you weren't as bubbly as before so it has to be something." She explains and i sigh.

Why do the people around me have to know me this well. Or am I that easy to read. "It was Ayman he just called and was saying things that like I said do not matter and besides that I gave him a piece of my mind too so that counts." I say shrugging and settling under the blanket ready to sleep.

"I wish I could stay with you after the wedding Bibi, even though I know you're like the only one that can take on my brother." She jokes and we both laugh. "But every time I'm home, every opportunity I get, I will come see you and perhaps sleepover too. I hope you don't get tired of seeing me though because it's going to be a lot of visits." She emphasizes on the "a lot" with her hands and we both smile. Keeping quiet and enjoying the comfortable silence that embraced us.

"I am so thankful for you." I say after a while "and you're about to be the best sister in-laws I've ever had." She says coming up to the bed to give me a hug "but I'm the only sister in-law you're about to have." I joke and we both laugh "true." She replies.

I don't know what triggered it but I started crying like full on sobs. But I was very grateful for her silence and comfortable arms she just always knew when you needed to fill in the silence and when all you need is the silence.

We all need a cousin, a friend and a sister in law like her.

السلام عليكم حبيبتان 🤍

How are we all doing? How sweet is Fayha I think we all agree that we need a fayha in our lives😂❤️ I'll be finishing my exams soon so insha'Allah more frequent and longer chapters. See you and don't forget to VOTE,  COMMENT AND SHARE💗.