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Juma'at Mubarak

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It took Barr Salima a total of ten seconds to regain her composure, if you didn't look well you would not have noticed her slight pause.

Hajiya Fatima, mamie and also her sister in law was the first to speak.

"You changed your mind about seeing her with Ardo?" She smiled before nodding, her eyes still on Khadijah who was finding the carpeted floor very intriguing because her eyes were glued to it.

"I can at least say I saw her first." She walked the few steps and stood in front of Khadijah, she made to greet her by squatting but she held her up and pulled her into a hug. "We are a family of huggers."

Khadijah heard the smile in the older woman's voice, her body was warm and she smelled of expensive perfume and humra. There was something about the hug that almost undid Khadijah, she felt tears in her eyes but she sniffed them back.

"Good evening ma," Khadijah greeted in a soft voice. Her mother in law replied stepping out of the hug but she was close enough that her scent and warmth still enveloped Khadijah.

"You must be tired, go to bed okay, we'll meet tomorrow." Khadijah nodded.

Barr Salima turned to her niece and nodded, Layla walked forward and turned to leave when her aunt called her back and spoke in fulde eliciting laughter from Layla who had been the only that heard because she was closer to where they stood.

"Your laugh is funny." Khadijah commented when they were out of ear shot.

She got tired of counting the doors they passed and the turns they took and simply followed Layla blindly.

"You say that a lot." Layla turned still smiling.

"I make it a point to remind you." They stopped at a door on the far end of the hallway.

"It's not very appreciated." She pushed it open and stepped in, it was dark.

Khadijah heard Layla fumbling for a bit before she heard a switch come on and the room was bathed in light.

Layla huffed out a breath at the familiar setting. A king sized bed in the middle of the room, an almost empty dresser save for multiple cologne bottles, they were new, everything was spotless, from the white walls to the white bedspread.

At the far end stood a study table and chair, a prayer mat on the table.

Khadijah took in the large room which she would sleep in, it had a living area with two sofas and a matching carpet with the one near the bed. There was a large television on the TV stand and game controls in the front. Most of the furnitures were white only with a touch of brown or beige in a few places.

"Well, he did never learn to not keep his pray mat on the study table." Khadijah looked at Layla questionably and she nodded towards the study table which had a pray mat on it, she couldn't help the small laugh.

"He probably has his own style."

Layla waved it off with a yeah yeah. "I know you won't want to eat but they are bringing dinner, I'll stay with you till you're done." Khadijah nodded with a thanks, a mischievous smile took over Layla's face and she asked her if she wanted to know what ammie had said, she gathered that's what they call her mother in law.

Before she could reply they heard a knock and Layla opened the door, two maids carried a basket and the other one a tray covered with a piece of clothing, Layla took the tray and told the other one to keep it around the living area.

"Thank you." She commented closing the door behind them.

"Let me dish this, I'm famished." Khadijah nodded at Layla and followed her, she stopped and took off the lafayya leaving only her gown, she had been meaning to do that since they entered the room feeling restricted with it on her.

Layla dished the pounded yam and egusi soup in two different servings, with generous parts of cow. She opened another dish and served the chicken making Khadijah raise her eyebrows at that.

"Layla you know I can't eat all that."

"Yeah, but we can at least to try, ammie cooked this for you because I said you liked it." Khadijah was quiet for a bit before she nodded and sat beside her friend on the white sofa, hoping to God they don't ruin it.

They finished eating and sat for more than twenty minutes. Khadijah turned to Layla who was reclined, her hands behind her head.

"I want to take a shower." Layla burst out laughing before she nodded and stood up. Something about the way she had talked was funny, Khadijah didn't find it amusing and she told her just that, she argued saying she didn't understand her complex humor.

"Yeah, because I'm not crazy." The argument ended there after another feat of laughter.

"I had someone being some of your clothes earlier, here's the bathroom, everything is new so don't worry." Khadijah nodded gratefully and walked opened the door Layla showed.

She didn't take much time bathing since she bathed before leaving the house, she just felt sticky and needed to feel water on her body. It was her shower gel she saw in the bathroom and she knew it was Layla's doing.

She walked out dressed in a white robe and saw a box laid out on the bed, Layla wasn't in the room. She shrugged and rubbed her body cream and humra, she wanted to skip it and just wear her pyjamas but an image of Ramlatu eyeing her made her rethink it.

The ringing of her phone reminded her of the existence of the device and she sauntered to where it was, she didn't think twice before answering when she saw the caller.

"Hello, ya Sadiya?"

"Hey little sis, how are you?" She replied in the affirmative and Sadiya sighed, then sent her thanks to the most high.

"Is anything wrong? Do you want something?" Khadijah asked not giving her a chance to answer.

"Everything is fine, I just wanted to hear your voice." They paused for a bit, Khadijah thought she had hung up when she heard her voice again. "How are they treating you over there?" Her Voice was soft when she asked and Khadijah felt warm remembering her mother in law's hand wrapped around her. It felt motherly, she knew she couldn't judge just from that act, but she believed body language was something people couldn't manipulate and if she had even an ounce of bad will towards her, Khadijah knew she would've felt it, but what she felt was pure, all pure and she told Sadiya just that.

"They are good ya Sadiya, his mother is good." She said, reassuring herself. They talked for a bit before Sadiya hung up, Adeel had woken up because she could hear his wails.

Before she could drop the phone,it started ringing again and this time it was Layla that was calling, she rolled her eyes at Layla's laziness. She has probably taken the utensils out and that's why she couldn't come back up to ask her what it is she wanted to ask.

"You're so lazy." That was the first thing she told her and she heard her chuckle.

"It's not laziness love, I wanted to tell you goodnight because I know your bathing takes long and I didn't want to climb up the stairs again."

"What do you mean goodnight?" Khadijah asked her heart beating faster.

"Please don't tell me you've left."

"I'm sorry, I had to, that's what ammie said, let the bride stay with her husband for the night." Khadijah's heart stopped at that. "I'll be there tomorrow in the morning I promise, I love you."

Khadijah relied lowly, Layla's voice came again. "You can call Huda if you need anything." She hummed before telling her goodbye.

She walked to the bed and dropped with a huff, feeling out of her body. She felt like that was her harsh slap back to reality, that she was actually married and her in law's expected her to act like a wife, because she had a husband. Dear lord she had a husband, she started to hyperventilate. It took her a few minutes to get her bearings back and when she did, she stood up robotically and picked up the box that was kept on the bed.

It was a red nightie that she knew would never touch her body, it was more net than clothes, there was a little note beside it and she picked it her hands shaking slightly.

I know you won't wear this, I actually hope you don't. It doesn't mean anything and you don't have to, it's just a foolish tradition that they've been doing in the family, because they hope the new groom would put everything aside and go see his bride.

That's why they took you to his former room, where it would be hard to get in without people noticing. He wouldn't try anything I know him, I love you I hope you know.

Yours fave,
Layla.

Khadijah chuckled when she saw the crooked heart Layla drew and she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She opened the DKNY suitcase she hadn't noticed at first and picked the pyjama set she saw, another work of Layla's. She sighed gratefully thinking of what she would do without her crazy friend.

She dressed in the modest set and cleared the bed before laying down switching all the lights off, hoping sleep would come easy.

******

Shaheed looked at Fahad whose back was resting against the chair with his eyes closed, he looked relaxed, a total contrast to how he was feeling.

"It's your wedding night you know," He couldn't help himself, he just had to speak. Fahad nodded without opening his eyes or sitting up.

"I'm aware of that."

"Can you please go?" It didn't matter how much he tried to sound casual, his voice was tight. Fahad sat up and peered at him for a few minutes before shaking his head.

"Why the attitude?"

"What attitude?"

"I don't have time for this Shaheed." He heard a huff, then Shaheed stood up and stomped, yes stomped to his bedroom leaving a shell shocked Fahad on the couch.

Shaheed may be uptight but he wasn't one to pout, he mostly lets things slide so Fahad knew the wedding thing wasn't what was annoying him, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what he did to him to warrant that reaction.

He had been giving him that same irritable attitude since they last spoke and he was tired of it, against his better judgement he stood up and followed his cousin to his room where he found him staring out the window.

"Do you want to talk?" He got to no reply. He tried again twice still the same thing, he considered going and leaving him to it but a part of him wouldn't let him leave just like that. He called his name and he could feel the anger rolling off him as he turned.

"What?!" Shaheed snapped taking Fahad aback. He'd never seen him loose his cool like that.

"Unless you're on your period, act your age and tell me what is wrong with you." He kept his voice calm, it wouldn't end up well for anyone if they both lost their temper.

Shaheed laughed but it held no mirth, he paused before fixing his eyes on Fahad, who genuinely looked confused, angering him more.

"I don't think you can help me Fahad, you can't help everybody."

Fahad knew he couldn't crack him, at least not yet so he turned to leave when he heard his voice again, this time much calmer.

"I really hope you do her good Fahad because she doesn't deserve to end up like Nai'a, we both know women you touch end up dead." Fahad felt the blow but he didn't let it show. He walked out of the apartment seeing nothing but red.

Shaheed may be going through a lot but he had no right to say that, he didn't ponder on that for long and got in his car.

The house was less crowded when Fahad got there, he got out of the car and closed the door with a loud bang. He felt his blood boiling, the words Shaheed had said kept repeating themselves in his mind, no matter how hard he tried to ignore them, it was like the more he resisted the louder they got.

He walked to the front door and was pleased to find it open, he was scared he would’ve knocked it down out of annoyance. A few people still lingered in the living room despite it being almost twelve midnight. He sighed irritably and walked up the stairs ignoring most of them, he hoped they thought it was Adnan, most of them were scared of him.

He considered going to speak with his mother but decided against it, he knew nothing she said would make him feel better since she didn’t know what was bothering him, heck even he didn’t know what was bothering him. With those thoughts on his mind, he walked to his old bedroom and pushed the door open, he realized too late there was someone in there because Khadijah switched on the lights almost immediately and their eyes met.

Fahad sucked in a breath, he has totally forgotten his mother had said something about her spending the night in his room. He would’ve much rather loved to spend the night far away from the house and the festivities but he needed to pick his phone charger and laptop. Zayn said he’d sent something to his email and his phone had died almost immediately after his call with Aneesah.

“Hi,” Khadijah greeted in a soft voice.

“Hey,” he replied softly, regret flooding him for not controlling his emotions. “I’m sorry I woke you up, I didn’t mean to.”

“No, it is okay, I wasn’t asleep.” He nodded. His eyes were looking at anywhere but her, he’d seen a part of her hair when he first looked at her, though he’d seen her adjust it, he still couldn’t bring himself to look.

“I’m just going to get something,” she nodded again and laid back down. He quickly walked over to the living area and unplugged his charger, the laptop was kept on a side stool and he took it too. He turned to leave when he remembered something and he kept the things on the chair with a small huff.

“I know this isn’t the ideal marriage and all but if you don’t mind—“Khadijah’s mind went blank at that. She felt her heart racing in her ribcage and she tried hard to fight the tears.

She couldn’t believe she thought he was different, all men were the same and they all thought alike, it would only be a matter of time before he showed who he actually is, just like Suleiman did. It was her fault, she shouldn’t have agreed to it, she shouldn’t have trusted him, she sh—

“Khadijah?” Fahad called out seeing she had gone utterly quiet and her eyes were widened a bit, she looked up at him her expression somber, “Did you hear what I said?” she shook her head, barely, he would’ve missed it had he not been peering at her. He asked if anything was wrong but she shook her head no, a bit doubtful he waited for a few seconds before nodding.

“I asked if you had ablution so we can pray the two units Sunnah of the prophet,” she made an ‘O’ shape with her mouth before nodding. “Okay, I’ll be in the next room when you’re done,” when she nodded, he opened a door that was mostly hidden at one side of the room and got it.

Khadijah entered the spacious bathroom and performed ablution, she walked to the dresser and picked the mat that was there then kept it on the bed, having no idea where to face. She rummaged through the luggage and picked a floor length grey hijab and donned it on. As though he was waiting, Fahad entered the room again with a taslim and Khadijah got off the bed, his shirt was folded up to his elbow and he was a bit wet showing he also must have performed ablution.

He walked further into the spacious part of the room and sprayed the mat facing the qibla, he stretched his hands towards Khadijah and stood staring at him confused as to what he might want, he smiled slightly and pointed to the mat she was holding.

She handed it to him looking a bit sheepish, he aligned it a bit behind his, he went back and stood upright before he said the takbir.

Khadijah didn’t believe someone could sleep standing but for a moment there, she wanted to make that a thing. There was something about the calm way he recited the Qur’an that made her calm, it made her feel at peace. He said the Salam and she did too. They both sat there in the quiet room but she could tell he was still praying.

She promised herself not to compare between him and Suleiman but she couldn’t help pointing out that difference, she has seen Suleiman pray on more occasions that one and most of the time he acted like someone was following him. He could literally pray four units in under two minutes, many times she’d refrained from asking if he even said anything at all.

Fahad turned from his position on the mat and Khadijah’s heart gave little tug, reminding her she still wasn’t at peace. She instinctively moved back when she saw he was nearing her, but he made no move to touch her, not like she thought anyways. He placed his hands on her head and said a prayer, a prayer she remembered all too well, a prayer that should be said on any bride by her husband and she felt tears in her eyes but she didn’t let them fall.

"Allahumma inni asaluka khairahu wa khaira ma jabaltahu alayh; wa a’oothu bika min shari-hee wa shari ma jabaltahu alayh"

(O Allah, I ask You for the goodness within her and the goodness that You have made her inclined towards, and I take refuge with You from the evil within her and the evil that You have made her inclined towards)

He stood back up after that and folded his mat, he looked down at her a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“I’ll be going now, if you need anything please talk to Huda, her room is closest to this,” she nodded and muttered a small thank you. “Goodnight,” with those words, he picked up the things that brought him there in the first place and walked out.

Khadijah let out a breath through her lips before she stood up and folded her prayer mat and kept it together with his. She got back to bed but still couldn’t sleep, she heard a knock on the door and Huda pushed her heard in with a smile.

“Hello adda Amna,” Khadijah couldn’t help but smile at the name.

“Hey, come on in,” she added when she saw her still glued to her position by the door. Huda walked in carrying a small tray, she could see two bowls on it.

“I know ammie said adda can’t stay over because of some tradition but I’ll fill in for her, do you like jelly beans?” Khadijah nodded with a smile. Huda smiled brightly and walked to the bed, she sat beside Khadijah and kept the tray in the middle of the bed.

“Did your brother put you up to this?” Huda didn’t miss a beat before replying.

“No, he did come by and asked if you ate and I told him yes, then I thought maybe you might want to watch something, we do this with adda Layla all the time.” Khadijah couldn’t help the warmth she felt when she heard that, she was glad the teenager was there on her own free will.

It took Huda fifteen minutes before finally deciding on a movie to watch, the originals as usual. She started from the very first episode promising Khadijah she would love it. They were halfway through when they heard another knock, Huda panicked thinking it was her mother but she was quick to let out a loud sigh of relief when she saw Aneesah, Rahma and Raina at the door. They were sleeping over and she had totally forgotten about them.

“Sorry to interrupt adda, can we join?” Khadijah nodded, she couldn’t have said no even if she wanted to, and she didn’t want to. The five of them huddled on the bed, occasionally eating the jellybeans that they got a bigger bowl for. They watched only two episodes before Aneesah and Raina fell asleep. They were almost halfway through the third one when Khadijah also felt herself drifting off. She let the slumber take her, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in weeks.

Khadijah was the first to wake up for subh prayers and she woke the rest of the girls up, she was surprised as to how they all slept on the bed but the girls didn’t look like they cared. They all prayed taking turns since there was only one hijab and none of them wanted to leave. After they prayed, Khadijah watched mesmerized as they did their morning routine, they finally had Huda cave and go to their room to get their things. She met with their mother on the way and almost sank, Barr. Salima only shook her head before leaving.

Layla as promised came early in the morning, she met Khadijah with the others and she gasped dramatically saying they betrayed her. They left the two friends alone when they brought breakfast. Khadijah first took a bath then dressed before they sat and ate.

*****

Fahad went to the Aliero’s in the morning to speak with Asad about the investigation.

“Let’s go to Shaheed’s part, it’s quieter.” Fahad nodded and followed him. He was surprised to see the room pristine, with no sign of movement.

“Is Shaheed still sleeping?” Asad looked at him like he grew two heads.

“He left late last night, against Mamie’s wish because she almost yelled the house down,” Fahad was taken aback.

“Left? Left to where?” he asked perplexed.

“Back to Jigawa, something about work or things like that.” He nodded a reply. They sat together and went through most of what Zayn had sent, it was all related to the break in, HSM and Fahad, the psychopath Fahad. He didn’t want to know the relationship between all three.

Asad seeing Fahad’s mind was elsewhere told him they’ll go through it when he was much calmer. He sat back in the room for a long while trying to connect the dots, Shaheed was a good person no doubt and he had a conscience but he was overreacting. He’d only ever acted like that once before, Fahad’s body went cold remembering what had been the reason. He shook his head unable to let it go and he dialed Shaheed. It rang the first time he didn’t pick, he tried again two more times before he finally picked.

“What?” Shaheed asked immediately he picked, Fahad would have rolled his eyes at his cousin but he wasn’t finding the situation humorous.

“Shaheed why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” they were both quiet after that and Shaheed let out a breath, Fahad knew he understood.

“It’s nothing important,” this made Fahad scoff, hell it was nothing if he left.

“You should’ve told me still,”

“You wouldn’t have listened and now she is your wife, really good luck with this one Fahad,” Shaheed hung up the phone after that.

Fahad groaned rubbing his eyes, deciding his life will pretty much get worse from there, and Shaheed, he didn’t know what to do with that cousin of his. His phone rang cutting his train of thoughts, he watched Jawad’s name flashing on the screen and sent a silent thanks to Allah, maybe he was the solution to that problem.

FOUR MONTHS LATER

Khadijah and Fahad have found a balance in the four months they’ve been married. She remembered Sadiya saying it was all part of Allah’s plan for her because it hadn’t been long since she opened another branch in Abuja, making her have a total of two branches in Abuja and one in Kaduna and counting. She wanted to expand again but she was taking things a bit slow, and with how busy they all were with the upcoming weddings before Ramadan, Khadijah’s hands were full.

Fahad has proved to be helpful since he traveled less now, he tries his absolute best to support her in all the ways he can and it was more than she could ever ask for. Like he promised, just vibes, so they lived more as friends rather than a married couple, but they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Her phone rang and she kept the pencil in her hand, she rummaged through her bag and picked the phone, Huda’s name flashed on the screen making her smile.

“Huda, how are you?” she asked after the young girl greeted her giddily.

“I’m fine adda Amna, so I shouldn’t be telling you this but…” she stopped, Khadijah had to urge her to continue, her voice was lower now, “adda Neena and hamma Adnan are coming, wait I’m coming with them, anyways we don’t want to tell hamma because he’ll tell ammie and ammie will freak and she might say no and that means we have to stay until eid because hamma is not letting any of us come with him, I guess he can’t stop hamma Adnan because he is working but we’re on break and I just want to come and see you.” Khadijah laughed, one thing she has learned about her youngest sister in law is that the girl couldn’t stay one sentence and leave it at that, she has to deliver the complete message in one breath.

“Huda breathe,” she felt the need to remind her. When she heard her take an exaggerated deep breath, she smiled. “Okay how is your brother bringing you without anybody’s knowledge?” she asked knowing it wasn’t possible for them to waltz in and out like it’s not a fifteen hour flight from Australia to Abuja.

“We’re taking the jet,” she replied like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Khadijah nodded and asked when they were coming, she replied with in a week and they made a few plans before hanging off. She checked the time on her phone and got up, she remembered she had to call Layla who was away on a charity reach out in Maiduguri, she had left a week after the wedding. They didn’t have mobile service available most of the time, so they scheduled to call each other whenever Layla goes into town. Khadijah had just gotten to her car when her phone rang and she answered immediately.

She got in and placed the phone in the phone holder on the dash board.

“Hey girl,” Layla’s smiling face came into view eliciting a smile from Khadijah.

“Hey you too, how are you? How is it going over there?” she almost laughed at the multiple questions. Huda must be rubbing off on her.

“I’m all good, you look great Dee, how is work?” she replied in the affirmative and the talked for a while about everything and nothing before calling it a day when Khadijah pulled into the driveway of their house.

Her first impression of the house had been HUGE, then beautiful. It spoke of elegance and class and she hadn’t needed anyone to tell her Adnan had been the one to design it, perks of having an architect as a brother, she had thought. The inside was equally if not more enticing than the outside, there Barr. Salima had outdone herself. She had spoken with Layla and aimed to give Khadijah the house of her dreams. Khadijah had thought it was even more beautiful than her dreams because she’d never dreamt of that. She hadn’t thought it was possible for her to have something so perfect.

She said the taslim and opened the door, the house scented of vanilla, oud and bakhoor, a combination both she Fahad loved so they made it their signature.

She was surprised when she heard his reply from inside, she walked towards where his voice was coming from the same time he walked out and they almost bumped into each other.

“You’re home early,” she stated keeping her bag on the console, Fahad nodded and followed her to the kitchen where she picked a bottle of water and poured it in a cup, she sat on one of the stools and drank half of it in one go.

“Yes, there wasn’t much work and I figured I could round it up at home, how was work?” he asked, he was standing on the threshold of the kitchen door.

“Fine, a bit much because of the weddings but veronica is being a big help so not much work for me,” he nodded.

“Do you want anything specific for lunch? I’m craving stir fry spaghetti,” Fahad shook his head with a small smile.

“And great chef ole me made you sandwiches,” they started at each other before bursting into laughter, he spoke when they both calmed down, “But on a serious note I made, not stir fry spaghetti but rice and fish stew, not much of fish in it—“

“—because you don’t like fish,” she smiled gratefully, “thank you, I would love it.”

“Alright, you’ll change while I serve yeah?” she nodded and left the kitchen.

When she got to her room, she sat for more than five minutes reflecting on her life for the past months. At first she’d felt like she was walking into a dark abyss, like she was pushing herself into a hole she knew nothing about, many times before they’d moved to their house and his family had left, she had doubted if she was even going to make it, any good act from his mother had left her speculating, waiting for when she would finally get tired of playing the nice mother in law and would push her under the rug, like Suleiman’s mother had.

Though she hadn’t pretended to like her, his mother had shown her dislike towards the union even before Khadijah had stepped a foot inside his house. She shook her head seeing the direction her thoughts were headed. She got up and changed from the Ankara gown she had worn to work and wore a free peach abaya that was light on her, the hands were fitted and reached her wrists, she tied the scarf over her head before heading back down to the dining.

He had served both of them like he always did and she sat seeing he was nowhere near the place, she decided to wait for him. She sent another thanks to Allah almighty that sent him to her that night. If Khadijah had ever thought of remarriage, she hadn’t thought it would be like it was, not having a man cook for her, look out for her. Many times when he would drop her off at work and pick her up when she closed, he would still decide to cook. She almost laughed thinking of umma and how she would disapprove of that, because according to her, it was the woman that belonged in the kitchen.

The week she had spent with the Barkindo’s gave her a lot to think about. She had realized that not all men were the same, because if that statement held any truth to it, then the Barkindo men were not men, not in the sense that they were described anyways. She had been shell shocked when she entered the kitchen once and saw the older Barkindo couple cooking together, the sight had been heartwarming.

Abubakar Barkindo who she knew to be a man of importance had been chopping onions for his wife with tears in his eyes, but what had her thinking was how they were joking and laughing, moving around the kitchen like they’ve been practicing all their lives, she guessed they had. She had moved back not waiting to be caught eaves dropping and because she felt like she was intruding on a special moment when he had pulled his wife into a hug and pecked her lips. Khadijah had felt her cheeks warm and she knew if she was fair like Layla, nothing would hide her blush.

“Did you order something?” Fahad asked entering the room with a box in his hands disrupting her thoughts. A plain brown colored carton, she shook her head no. “This just arrived now, there was no name on it I assumed it was you.”

“No, maybe there was a mix up, isn’t there a return address?”

“Let me see,” he turned the box around. There was nothing on either side, the top was clean too. He wanted to give up and just keep it elsewhere for later, then he would ask the security at the gate the name of the delivery company.  A small red mark caught his eyes and turned the box upside down, his blood going cold when he saw the initials.

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Assalamu darlings. Juma'at Mubarak once again. You know I love Friday updates.

The chapter took very long, my bad, I hope it was worth the wait.

Please leave your opinions on here, what do you think the relationship is between Fahad number two(that's the mad one), HSM and everything that is happening?

Like I mentioned the last time, I'm not sure I did so I'm just going to repeat it, we're almost done with this book, yayyy. Less than fifteen chapters.

Who's starting the countdown with me?

To everyone that reminded me I have a book on here, thank you so much. The fact that you were waiting means a lot to me, it made me realize you actually love the book and how It wouldn't be fair on any of you if I just dumped it(I'd considered that) but I've got my reigns back and I hope you'll be with me until the end, and I pray you'll love it.

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Hoping to not disappear for a month again

Amyrah