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I scratch my head, opening my door. It is 11:43am. We slept late, around 01:50am.

I yawn, stretching as I close my eyes. I suddenly hit something hard when I felt an arm around my waist.

Every single muscle of my body is screaming. My eyes snapped open, Kareem's eyes looking at mine.

I try to pull away but he has a tight grip.

"Good morning." He says in a low tone, his voice deeper. "Yeah, can you...?" I refer to his arm pulling my body to his.

"Kareem?" Bilkisu calls from the kitchen. "When does she come? Did she fly here?"

I ask as he released me from his grip. "This morning, I think." He shoves his hand in his pocket.

I lean on the chair when his phone rings. "Excuse me." He walks to his room.

I take a deep breath, shocked at my life. I would've never thought my married life would be like this.

"Kareem?" Bilkisu says coming out of the kitchen with a shirt. Her expression changed when she saw me.

"Where's Kareem?" She asks holding a spatula. "In his room." I push the door to the kitchen, sauntering in. "I'm busy here." Bilkisu informs me but it didn't  mean anything to me.

I open the fridge, checking for the milk. "Im talking to you." She raises her volumes which makes me turn to look at her. I close the fridge, squaring up to her. "I don't care, this is my house and my kitchen."

"Yeah...right." She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms. "You can continue boinking him, that's none of my business but that also means that you're restricted to one room. From the bedroom to the front door. I wont condone anything else anymore. Are we clear?"

I ask as we look at each other dead in the eye.

Kareem who walked into the kitchen. "Bilkisu, a word." He walks out of the kitchen, she keeps the spatula then leaves the kitchen.

I sit, thinking, contemplating whether I can continue this. Battling with another woman for an unknown period of time.

Kareem walks in, scratching his brow with his index finger. "Where is she?" I ask about bilkisu who isn't following him like a tail as always.

"I believe she has left." He serves the scrambled egg from the pan to two separate plates. "Oh...okay." I attempt to pour my milk when he takes it from me, sliding a plate to me. "Do you want it toasted or..?"

"I'd rather eat cereal." He puts in two slices from bread into the toaster. "You eat it on an everyday basis now, rest for today."

"Thanks, but I need that." I insist, feeling desperate. I just bought a cereal that I haven't tasted and it looks so good. I've actually been looking forward to it.

"I'm not changing my mind." He takes the bread out, placing it in my plate. "Why are you suddenly caring?" I raise a brow, noticing his change of character.

"You're my wife and I need to take care of you." I sigh, chewing on my inner lip. "Fine...I just feel weird eating something your girlfriend prepared." I admit, crossing my arms.

He nods. "Okay." He takes a bite of his bread, I feel bad for declining his offer. I take the fork placed in front of me, eating the eggs.

"We have been invited fur a picnic, family picnic." It felt like I was going through grief. I slowly nod, accepting my doomed fate.  "Okay,"

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I was given 16 boxes when I was getting married yet, the clothes I've worn so far hasn't been up to a box. I kneel on the floor, ravaging the box full with nothing else but abayas until I found the perfect one. A maroon abaya with black linings.

I place it on the bed with the jewelry I am going to wear. "Perfect!" I take off my clothes, folding it and stacking it back on the wardrobe. I wrap a towel around my body before walking to the bathroom.
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I walk. down the stairs, heading to the car. Kareem got ready way before me, he's even waiting in the car.

I enter the car, closing the door. "Sorry, I took time." I look at him. He actually looks very good.

Men live a simple life.

"Its okay, you look good." He compliments, looking at me. "Thanks."

"My pleasure, are you ready?"

"Yeah." He drives out of the compound.

"Is it your whole family?" I play with my fingers. "You're nervous, it is with my extended family but it's going to be alright."

He uses his hand to hold my hands I played with. "Are you using your tactic on me?" I look at him, raising a brow.

"If I did, we wouldn't be here but on my bed." He says without even looking at me.

I was speechless but I need a comeback. I feel awkward already. "Why is it always about that with you?"

"You've done it before, does it make sense now?" He looks at me for a split second with a smile across his face.

"Can we change the topic?" I turn my head to the window. "Was it that bad?"  He chuckles.

"Please change the topic, I really don't want to talk about this. Please." My voice cracks, tears welling in my eyes pulling  my hand away from his.

"Okay." He says, keeping quiet. I wipe the tears that rolled down my cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm just......its a topic that I don't want to talk about."

"Its okay, my fault too." He glances at me. "Thank you." I smile at him.

The whole drive was normal, it ended before we knew it. "Now, we will act like we are infatuated with each other then?"

I ask as he smiles. "We should just act like normal newly weds. Infatuated is going to be weird."

I nod. "Cool, but your mom, your family might dislike me because they think I'm a whore."

"Don't worry, I have your back." We get out of the car. I see a lot of people, children running, people talking and all.

"Is this a clan?" I mutter. "Shall we?" He asks as I nod. He holds my hand before we started walking.

"That woman is looking at me somehow." I whisper to Kareem. "Its nothing, is this your first time doing something like this?"

"No, just entered a new family with a bad reputation." I say as a woman came to us.

"Kareem, is this you? You have grown up." She hugs him then pulls out to look at me.

"You must be Yasmin, welcome. Sorry for the sudden invitation." She says. "No problem, good afternoon."

I greet her smiling widely. "That's good, I've heard so much about you."

She says smiling. "I hope you heard good things." She holds my hand. "Well....my name is Saratu."

"Anty saratu, how are the children?" Kareem asks. "They're fine, they are over there playing."

He nods. "Your mother is over there." She says looking at me. "Thank you." He says before we left.

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