Beyond closed doors

7

Chapter Song: Location by Khaled

"What is this" I ask Hashim in a low tone. He carries a bottle of beer and pours it slowly into a tumbler. He slowly looks me over from head to toe accessing me. Then he smirks.

"What do you mean by what is this" he asks calmly taking a sip of his drink. He's playing dumb purposely I think to myself.

" I mean I don't understand you or your motive why would you marry me if you're just going to drink and bring your whores here every night" I say and I notice his grip tightening on his cup.

"I don't see why that would concern you" he says "they're respectable associates of mine of whom which my business regarding them doesn't concern you little girl"

"But I'm supposed to be your wife why the hell would you marry me if you have your little hussys" I shout frustration evident in my voice.

"Listen little girl. Don't ever and I repeat don't you ever try shouting at me ever again or I will show your insolent little self that I'm a man"

"Just answer my question Hashim why did you marry me" I ask again testing his patience. In a split second he throws the tumbler harshly against the wall and grabs both of my wrists with both hands.

He looks at me with this blinding fury I can't seem to decipher "Don't ever question me again or poke your nose in any of my business" he says in a dangerously coldly in a low tone. I internally gulp and try to struggle from his hold but it's so firm.

"And as for this marriage you can ask your father and that gold digger of a wife you call your mother" he lets go of me and makes his way back to the bar and grabs a bottle of vodka. Im just left stunned and confused I still can't believe what just happened.

He makes his way out of the bar but on his way he stops them turns and looks me up and down. I'm starting to regret wearing this white turtleneck and beige straight skirt. Because it's a tight fit.

"And by the way I payed these women to take care of my needs just as I paid your bride price. In a way you're all the same to me no commitment just a little fucks for a little cash" He says then walks out of the room leaving me there standing speechless.

I don't know why but I feel Confusion has become a permanent fixture in my life. It's so crazy to me if I'm being honest. Ever since I got married it's like I'm in this prison where everyone has a key to get out except me. It's like I'm in the circle but missing one important loop. But I can't really say that I've only been confused since I got married. I tend to blame a lot of things on that. I feel like I've been confused all my life trying to make a jigsaw puzzle but I'm missing a piece. That's what my life feels like.

I can't really still believe that Hashim my so called husband has been dead for 7 days now. Today is basically his final prayer ceremony. It's 3:15am I'm lying alone in my room a pack of Oreos from my secret snack stash and my phone. I've been trying to reach my best friend Saffa. We haven't spoken in months and I taught she'd atleast come here to offer her condolences. I hope nothing is wrong with her I miss her so much.

After the main prayers I go and ask Ya Fati about her because it's so weird.

"Hey Ya Fati have you seen Saffa?" I ask anxiously.

"Wanar shegiyar (That bastard)" she says her entire demeanor changing.it's so weird because Ya Fati never curses unless she's pushed to the wall.

"shegiya kuma !?meyafaru (Bastard!? What do you mean)" I asked how could Ya Fati call my best friend that. I taught to my self I know she's never really liked her but like whoa.

"You've been off social media " she says in realization and then face palms herself. My heart rate starts to pick up and i start to wonder.

Ya Fatima pulls my arm and takes me to the nearest room. Once we're in she shuts the door and asks me to sit on the bed.

She brings out her phone and a couple seconds she shows me a screenshot of an Instagram post and asks me to slide to read the story

ArewaTea: Hello Sippers! it's another story from your favorite blogger. Back on the topic of the currently most popular teenager in Abuja. And yes you guessed it right it's our one and only favorite spoil brat Aisha Shema otherwise known as Zaddy's Girl. Apparently our girl won't be getting a dime out of her late spouses inheritance news hit us we were all caught by surprise but apparently baby girl is too young to handle a million dollar empire so where does our gold digging whore go from here. Our source confirmed that she has a faulty relationship with her family apparently she decided to go bad bitch on her family after marrying a wealthy man. She's not even on speaking terms with her father so what is our girl going to do now. Everyone around her has been avoiding her since the surfacing of her scandal I mean who wants to get their name tainted by a little teen. I wonder where our girl will go from here will she find a new baby to fill her Late Zaddys shoes or dare I say pants? Or will she struggle to get all the riches she never worked for. Don't forget aisha not all the glitters is gold not all of us are as lucky as the Hajia Saratu Shema. It's not everyday. A worker marries a rich heir. As the saying goes like mother like daughter plus it's already obvious children end up like their parents and I can't say it's not the same to the newly wed now widow.Stay tuned for another update on the nutorious Zaddy's girl and once again Aisha Allah ya shirya. Do you really believe kids end up like their parents please comment your views.

I finish reading the story and blink back the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I cry a lot these days but I refuse to break down in front of my sister.

"What does this have to do with Saffa" I ask because I've gathered nothing from this.

"Don't you get it she's the so called "sources" they've been talking about" she says throwing her arms around.

"How do you guys even know that do you have any proof" I ask because I'm not just gonna believe some fake news was concocted be my own best friend.

"Mama and I have been discussing this matter. I don't tell my friends about family issues and no one else knows about mama and baba's marriage " she says then sighs and sits next to me she rubs her protruding belly in comfort.

"Ayush, Saffa has been your oldest and only friend who knows about this she's the one that told the gossip sights." She says. And I shake my head.

"No Ya Fati but with all do respect I know you don't like Saffa, but she's my best friend we've been through thick and thin together. and you expect me to believe that she would just betray me?" I say. I can't just throw away 13 years of friendship over some silly gossip.

"I don't think I'm going to or even be able to make a decision until I speak to her" I say then leave my sister alone I can't believe she would say that to me.

I walk into the kitchen with frustration etched into my minds but once I open the refrigerator all my worries are pushed back and I pick my pizza and place it in the oven. I can deal with those problems later

A/N: hey peeps this seems like a filler, I know I know. But what do y'all think 🤔, is Ayush right for trusting Saffa? Meh tbh I'm really hungry and Idk what to be even write in this author's note.

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