HER CRUSH

Chapter32

Zarah...
One month to my wedding! Time flies. I'm marrying Abdul, the man of my dreams. Ya Allah, my heart races at the thought.My in-laws will arrive today with the traditional wedding gifts (kayan lefe). It feels surreal.Abdul is my rock, gentle and calm. Our relationship blossoms daily. Alhamdulillah.

Anty Ramla's new baby girl and Uncle Isma'il's surprise makeup shop anniversary gift warm my heart. I adore surprises!But, I'm anxious about transferring to Abuja Baze University. Leaving friends behind worries me.Abdul reassures me, "his  sisters study there too." His step-sister Hanan, a medical student, and Fadila, studying business, will soon be my friends.

I'm eager to meet them, hoping they're kind and welcoming.

"I haven't seen Abdul in two months, but our daily calls keep us close. Today, the house buzzes with activity as they prepare for my in-laws' visit. I'd rather escape to Farida's or Ama's place than be seen in this chaos.

Abdul's latest question left me blushing. He asked about my innerwear size, detailing every aspect. Wallahi, men can be so bold!his shamelessness knows no bounds.

I was thinking about his other girl, but I don't know much about her since he hasn't mentioned her to me lately. It's surprising, as he used to talk about her often before...

I shrugged off my thoughts and got ready for a shower, wrapping a towel around me and heading to the bathroom. After a refreshing cool shower, I stood in front of my vanity, rubbing cream on my skin. As I searched for an outfit in my closet, my phone rang - its  Abdul, and it's a video call!I swiftly wrapped my hijab and answered, smiling.

"My wifey," he exclaim , beaming.My heart skipped a beat. His handsome features took my breath away: those defined brows, luscious lips, well groomed beard, and low fade  haircut.

"Not yet, I'm not your wife," Ah Toh , I laughed .

"Just a few weeks, babe," he replied, stroking his beard. "You're glowing, and it's driving me crazy, wallahi!"

I chuckled, feeling my cheeks warm. "You're not serious, Abdul. I'm heading out now."

His brows arched in curiosity. "Where exactly?"he rubbed his beard, a habitual gesture that made me smile.

"Ama's house," I answered.

Okay, take care," he said, ending the call.

I went through my closet and rummaged out a brown maxi gown, which I wore. Then, I walked to my vanity and applied some powder. I glanced at the clock; it was 1:00 PM. I put on lip balm, grabbed my bag, and wrapped my veil around me. I took a final glance at myself before spraying my perfume and stepping out of the room...

As soon as I left the room, the aroma of whatever they are cooking hit my nose. Instead of sneaking out unnoticed, my legs seemed to have a mind of their own and walked me straight to the kitchen...

"Aunty Ramla is here with Aunty sadiya , both busy cooking. I greeted them , while Anty Ramla didn't look up, knowing exactly why I came... '

Lfya lou, where are you heading to?' she asked. '

Ama's house,' I replied. 'The aroma here brought me; please keep some for me until I return.' She initially refused, but after much pleading, she agreed, and I quickly escaped before Ammi saw me – I'm 100% sure she wouldn't let me out.

I hailed a keke napep (tricycle) and entered, asking the driver, Malam U/Rimi Marafa, about the transport fare.

N500?!

What?! Haba, Malam, you're not serious – N500?!' I exclaimed.

Wallahi , napep drivers are thieves! Wait, let me claim down... I only have N200 naira here; if you want to take me, fine...