AFMAL { Editing }

Chapter seven

It's already midnight and Abba is still on his laptop working on his new project on his bed, Umma has gone to check on him to see if he's fast asleep because he has been on his laptop for the past seven hours.

          Assalamu Alaykum  Umma said as she opened his door and headed towards him.

      Wa Alaykum salam. Modibbo replied.

       I beg you, for the sake of Allaah please just drop your laptop, there's time for everything dear.

          I don't get you Zinaru, you know what I've been through in this life or don't you want us to be seen as one of the richest people in Adamawa state? Abba asked.

       We are already rich my dear husband; all you need to do now is spend some quality time with your family, infact we hardly spend good thirty minutes together because you are always busy with your work which is unfair to me.

         What are you trying to say Zinaru? or are you trying to say I don't fulfill my duties as a husband or what? Abba asked this time keeping his laptop besides him.

              Yes you don't fulfill most of your duties as a husband and as a father, you hardly sit and laugh with us together; all you do is talk about is money, money, money, as if the money will follow you to your grave after you die,you even went as far as snatching your son's source of happiness. Umma replied with a tensed look at Abba.

          Zinaaru did you just realized that you have crossed your limit right now?.... he said giving her an authoritative look.

No i did not.... She replied with a pause
You're my husband i have the right to tell you how i feel.

And i'm your husband...old woman if you are not careful I'll marry another woman, a young one for that matter who knows how to control her mouth while speaking to her husband, that is when you'll realize your mistake.  Abba said while he continued typing on his laptop.

     This isn't the first time you are saying this, by the way you are more than welcome to marry three more wives if you want.

I can and I will do it if needed. He replied without even raising his head as all his concentration was focused on his laptop.

But the fact still remains the same, you can't handle them because you haven't handled one yet, wallahi you have changed so much Modibbo, i don't even want to argue with you because it's midnight I'll be going back to my room to sleep. She said in tears

       But before you go back to sleep, do keep this in mind my dear wife, i have the power to divorce you i am Modibbo the son of Umar, and I do not take things for granted, now get the hell out of my room before I lose my temper and beat you to pulp this midnight. He said while heading towards her.

        You are just getting worst day by day, she paused as tears flows down her cheeks, you are not the same Modibbo I married thirty one years ago it's my fault that I didn't stop you, from maltreating Amal, and I hate myself for that.

Umma cried out louder this time around as she ran back to her room before he gets to her.

      If that's the case you should go and meet the Modibbo you got married to thirty one years ago to keep your company, I'm sure he'll console you. Abba said with an evil grin.

Zinaaru left his room disappointed at her dear husband as always, she ran to her room, sat on her bed holding one of the pillows on her bed tightly as she quickly raised her hands up & made a du'a saying may Allaah change her husband for the better.