Asalamu alaykum lovelies💖💖💖💖💖 🌸🌸🌼🌼🌼🌸🌸🌸🌸 Her chest heaving loudly, embodies a broken heart with in its thoracic cavity. Her eyes embroidered with brown orbs clouded with unspoken words, unforgettable memories, hidden feelings which can't even justify the hurts evident in it. Her quivering pale pink lips ready to spill out her pains but can't seem to vocalize the words. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Ali how can you be so cruel without the slightest human feelings? Making me look like just a baby making machine? A laughing stock in the society??? When you know how well marriage is regarded in this world we are and this hopeless society? Just to remind you I've Fulani blood running in me, and I won't ever back down to claim what's mine . I will never be so selfish as you are, denying my children the father's love and care they so much deserve. Yours only, Zahabiya She dropped her bleeding pen which can't even fathom the pains embedded in her soul dripping in her tears as she folded the letter, the only means of communication she can get across to her mysterious husband. Sighing as she peeked through her window, feeling the cool breeze of balogun Fulani. 💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧 # inter_ tribal marriage # mysterious feelings