HER CRUSH

Chapter30

Zarah..
I'm in Abuja because Aunt Ramla's due date is near, and Ammi asked me to stay with her.Actually, my marriage to Abdul is arranged, and I'm thrilled," Initially, Ammi and Uncle Yusuf objected due to rumors about Abdul marrying Asma and me on the same day. But Ammi eventually agreed."

"Now, Abdul wants me to prepare for meetings with his mother and sister. Allah, I'm nervous... How will they receive me?" I ressed in a stunning sky-blue atamfa with black patterns, admiring myself  in the mirror.A delicate touch of powder, lip balm, and a elegant turban (ture kaga tsiya) completed my  look.

A spritz of perfume later, i  headed to the kitchen for the cake i  baked for Abdul's mother.

My phone rang, shrill and insistent. I swiped to answer, and Abdul's voice sent a flutter through my chest.

"He's here," I told Aunty Ramla, quickly wrapping my veil around me and grabbing my bag.

"Zarah, ki chanza daurin nan? Haka zakije?" Aunty Ramla asked:

"I'll change," I replied hastily, rushing out the door.

Abdul waited by his car, his smile spreading as our eyes met.My bride," he whispered, opening the passenger door.His simple yet stylish outfit caught my attention: black jeans, a blue-black plaid shirt, and a black cap emblazoned with "Champion."

I smiled, feeling drawn to him.

"I'm just starting to practice the 'husband material' thing," he teased, winking.

I laughed, settling into the seat beside him. As I adjusted my turban,

Babe  you've got hair like this?" He touch the edge of my hair.

I smack his hands don't touch me.What did you think?"

He  chuckled. "I thought you have our hair," he said, tapping his own head, his gaze locking onto mine.

Whoa, dude, you don't have to be insulting me! Are you saying your girlfriend has long and silky hair?"
I have long and natural hair, Masha Allah, which is nothing to compare with his other girl, who has long hair but a relaxed one.

He shrugged. "I don't know, and I didn't say that." I know you will try to pick a fight later, he concluded, fixing his gaze on the road.

"Who always looks for trouble, Abdul?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Is it me or you?"

He chuckled. "You look for trouble and pick up a fight always."

And I end up apologizing always, I grit my teeth as I looked at him.

He let out a laughter. "My Fadimatu Zara'u, gosh, I'm in love with you; I swear, I'm in love with you." noticing my frown. "Why are you frowning now?"He questioned,

I sent a few glares his way. "

I should probably call Asma right now, since someone is getting mad already." He said, hinting at my growing annoyance.

"What's in the box?" he asked, trying to open the box in my hand, and I smacked his hands away.

"I don't know," I gritted my teeth, trying to hide my frustration.

The rest of the ride was a blur of Abdul's relentless teasing, punctuated by his infectious laughter.As we arrived at his family's grand estate, I marveled at the opulent gates. He  honked, and the gate man swiftly opened them.Inside, three cars filled the parking space, sparking my concern. "Are you expecting guests?" I asked, unease creeping in.