HER CRUSH

Chapter35

As I sat in the vanity chair, facing the mirror, the makeup artist worked her magic on my face. "I'll be heading to my matrimonial home today," still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am Abdul's wife. While I had dreamed of this moment, I never imagined him as my husband.

As soon as the makeup artist finished setting my face with a setting spray, I stood up, and Aunty Sadiya wrapped a stunning sky-blue laffaya with shimmering stones and patterns around me, paired with a beautiful Kathryn Wilson Diamond Shoe. We were just waiting for the cars to arrive.

I tried to wipe away the tears that fell from my eyes with the tissue in my hand, but I couldn't stop them. My life is about to change, and a new phase is beginning. I gently rose to my feet as some of my aunts held me from either side, offering words of wisdom and advice from my relatives. Finally, I was taken to my Ammi.

A few hours later, we heard sirens outside. "The cars must have arrived," someone said.

My sister continued to tease me all the way out, even as I was crying. "She's  so annoying," remembering the day she got married and how we both cried together. Now, she is singing "Ke kikace kinaso" as we prepared to leave.

"Ya Hafeez," I called out as soon as he appeared at the entrance. I hugged him tightly and cried my heart out, knowing I would miss them dearly.

I haven't seen Chuchu around, I was hold from either side and escorted to the black G-Wagon. As we drove away, I took one last look at our house, knowing a new life is about to begin.

The police Hilux led the way, followed by two cars, then ours, and several others behind us, forming a straight line we started our journey. We arrived in Abuja around 4 :30 pm, exhausted from the long drive. All I want is sleep, but I was taking first to his father's house in Katampe Extension.

The house is extravagant, with a massive building that left me in awe. As I was taken to meet his father, I peek through my veil, taking in the opulent surroundings. I settled onto the soft Chinese rug, feeling a bit overwhelmed. Abdul is nothing like his father; perhaps they shared the same eyes, but that is where the similarities ended.

His father offered words of wisdom before I was taken to meet my mother-in-law, who welcomed me with open arms. I settled onto the rug, I felt my veil being lifted multiple times, with people murmuring "Masha Allah" the introductions began.

After the formalities, I was taking to my new home in Guzape. Around 9:30 pm, we get ready for dinner, which is a blur of activity. We returned to our rooms exhausted and ended up sleeping.

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I was awoken by the sounds of my friends packing their belongings. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Ama beside me. "What time are you leaving?" I asked, noticing the time.

Hajiya Amarya, look at the time; it's already past 2 pm, so we have to go now," Ama replied.

I got up, ignoring their playful teases, and headed to the bathroom. I performed my ablution and then applied some cream before putting on a simple, straight gown adorned with stone work. After eating, I chatted with my friends until they left around 5:30 pm, leaving me in tears.

My sister stayed with me, sharing some words of wisdom about marriage life, until her husband came to pick her up around 8:30 pm. As soon as I heard the door handle turn, I quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, fidgeting with my fingers.

Abdul walked in with an adorable smile, . He placed whatever is in his hands on the coffee table and greeted me with a gentle "Assalamu Alaikum, habibty. Marhaban bikum fi baytikum al-jadid" (Welcome to your new home). He sat down beside me, his presence comforting.

"Shukran!" I replied, smiling.

"We should pray first and thank Allah for this blessed day, then we can rest," he suggested.

I got up, performed my ablution, and changed into comfortable clothes. When I came out, I saw Abdul on the bed, typing on his phone. He has also changed into a grey sweatshirt and a plain white shirt. He looked up, smiling at me, his eyes warm and inviting.

"We should pray," he suggested, and we performed two rak'ahs of Nafilah prayer. Afterward, Abdul offered some supplications, gently holding my forehead. "May Allah SWT bless our marriage life," he concluded, smiling. "Happy marriage, Mrs. Abdullah. Welcome to your new home." He opened his arms wide, and I couldn't resist going into his embrace.

"Your dreams came true, right?" he whispered in my ear, "Already married to your crush." I smiled cheekily, and he let out a chuckle.

We should eat something; I know you're hungry." We eat soon after, I claimed the bed, closing my eyes, exhausted. Abdul lay down beside me, switching the light to dim, and pulled me closer, gently pressing his lips to mine...

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