The wedding was just like a burial to me. It felt so dry, void and boring. It was just plain but that's just my feeling because I could see beaming faces everywhere, this person is either enjoying the served food or dancing to a slow Nupe song on the background. None of these moved me at all. I sat at a corner where no one could see me to avoid any unnecessary conversations, be it family members or strangers but of course someone from nowhere has to disturb my solitude. A guy, averagelly tall enough dropped his glasses right on top of my feet. I don't understand how his glasses dropped. I stare at my henna-ed feet and sighed, I reluctantly humphed and picked it for him. I only picked it because I know how it feels without your glasses, I'm wearing one too.
I waited for like two minutes or so but I received nothing! Wait what? Doesn't he have manners at all? I mean I could be boring and care-less about most of the things but there are three most important words in this world. 'Thank you.' 'Sorry.' and 'Please!' but this guy is saying none of it!
And then guess what? He left! For real, he left. I was hurt, I mean I value those words but he couldn't even afford to utter one of it. He dropped the glasses on my feet, he should've said sorry, if he knew he couldn't bend and pick it up himself he should've said please, but I decided to be a nice girl and pick 'em glasses but he didn't say thank you!
Just when I thought I've seen it all a woman with heavy makeup all over her face was over me. Her nice flowing gown was admirable but I can't Stand her strong perfume that wants to blow off my nose as she hugs me. God help me.
"Areezah! Masha Allah you've grown into a beautiful woman. I haven't seen you for God knows what now, how are you? Which class are you? You have a boyfriend yet?" Her last question left me flustered, C'mon ma'am this is too much. I'm just 19years going into university! Although some of my mates do have boyfriends but what do I need in a boyfriend right now?
Before I could even say anything my mum arrived and I did a silent thanks to her. But my bad, the matter grew worse.
"Hajiya you didn't tell me Areezah has grown, what am I saying? You guys never visited us at all!" the flowing gown woman said. I dont think have added much body since dad died, in fact I didn't. I'm a little bit plumpy, too short for my age. And I'm a fair skinned lady.
"Mama Aminah we've been busy with work and school that's why we aren't able to vist anybody, You know it's difficult since when Alhaji passed away." My mum breathed out each word with sadness laced in her voice, I would've loved to say something opposing to that but I just kept mute. What she said isn't making sense after all, she barely has time for us and you could imagine how hard it's going to be for us. I've always wanted the feeling of a mother, the caring and the love Mothers all over the world have given their girl child. My classmates talks about this most of the time and it kills me not to have anything to say or chip in into those conversations.
I might be an introvert but it doesn't hurt to feel among right?
"Haba that isn't a good excuse enough this is two years that Uncle Abdullah, your husband has passed away, I could remember the last time I came to your house was the 40th day that he passed on." I could see my mum controlling her anger, she felt like slapping Mama Jaleelah across the face but it isn't right nor possible. She's done nothing but spoken the sad truth my mum doesn't want to hear.
"I think we'd go from here but an advice for you. You should learn to mind your business okay?" My mom spat at Mamah Aminah, I just stood there deliberating on saying something or not but I just couldn't, if I did I'll get an ear full version just like Mamah Aminah's.
Before I could think of anything else Mum dragged me out of that place. She didn't even bother telling goodbyes to who so ever she has met here. In no time I could see my siblings being dragged too. I could say that imaan was happy so am I, but I didn't like the way she treated Mama Aminah.
Not at all.
The drive back home was awfully quiet. Imaan and Ikhsan fell asleep the moment we took the route to our house, it was not a surprise, they always fall asleep especially at night while driving.
By the time we reached our home, it was already late at night. I deliberated on going to my mum and speak to her about what happened between her and Mama Aminah but Im not bold enough. I should learn to take risks but damn it's a hard thing to do. I just kept those thoughts at the back of my mind before going to change and pray. Later, I retired back to bed and slept like a baby that night.
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"I'm sure you received a message from your school about the resumption?"My mum came from behind, peering at the Pasta I'm making for the afternoon. Since the last cook we had ran away with a huge amount of money, I've been the one cooking the food at home.
I nodded my head in affirmation. She was about to say something when a call came into her phone and she left after taking an excuse. I sighed, what does she want to say. I knew the date our school would be resuming since everything was done online. But I didn't know the date will be here so soon.
If she was about to say that I should prepare myself then I've been doing so for two weeks now. I mean, I told myself that school will be resuming repeatedly so that it could sink in. Even if it always comes like a blow whenever someone mentions school.
"Okay okay. Goodbye." my mum cut off the phone. She strolled into the kitchen where I was adjusting the pot on fire.
"Have you decided yet if you're getting a room in a hostel or you prefer to and fro from home?"
My mother voiced out monotonously, I didn't know whether she considers everything business. Being serious about everything.
I wanted to get a hostel, and free myself from everything here but I can't deal with the hostel life. I won't even feel comfortable.
"I'm going to and fro."
She left the kitchen afterwards without saying anything.
I checked back at my pasta and I see it's Already done. I ate my food happily because who could ever be angry at it?
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Romantizm"I told you, you would regret saying this didn't I?" he whispered, so close to me. He was right. I'm regretting every word I had said that night. "You made a promise, and now you've broken it." he added. "Even you Jameel, where is the revenge you...
