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"I believe you'll make an exception for me won't you, Hassan."

HSM os Hassan as the woman said inhaled sharply and turned to where she stood, looking regal as ever in the dim room.

The man that escorted her in was about to close the door when she waved him off, he left it open and left.

Fahad Ibrahim watched the exchange with an amused smile.

He still couldn't see the man's face well, so as it remained, he couldn't tell it was him when he saw him outside.

HSM on the other side felt as though he was punched in the gut by her sudden appearance, he knew she would come by one of these days, it was a surprise she took that long he'd breached her territory and she is extremely possessive.

He couldn't remember when last his heartbeat had been that unsteady but as he watched her strut further into the room with her shoulders held high, like she owned the place and everyone in it, his heart was beating so fast he was afraid she could hear it from where she was standing.

He knew she owned him and after all these years and everything they have been through, his heart still skilled a beat at the sight of her because she remained the one woman he loved, with all of him.

"Won't I receive a welcome?" She sat and crossed her legs on the only other chair in the room apart from his and the one Fahad was occupying. She was sitting where she could get a full view of his face.

He didn't want to hide, for the first time in more than twenty years.

"Make yourself at home," He mumbled almost inaudibly.

She smiled ignoring his hostility, there was nothing he could do to her.

Fahad Ibrahim though with the little light illuminating the room tried to make out her features but since now she was backing him, the only thing he could make out was her powerful aura.

A woman that left HSM speechless was surely not  your average woman.

"What brings you by?" Fahad pulled himself out of his thoughts paying rapt attention to their conversation.

He worked with HSM yes but he needed leverage if he wanted to make it out alive.

"How long have you been in town?" She asked instead.

That would've been a death sentence, ignoring him and questioning him, but she has always had her way with him, he couldn't fight her and she couldn't help taking advantage of that.

He thought of what to tell her. Lying was out of the option because chances are she already knew, no he was sure she knew and was just asking to test him.

"It has been a while." She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

"What brings you here Batool?" He asked unable to hold the silence any longer. He didn't like what her presence does to him so the sooner she stated the reason for her visit the earlier she leaves and he can go back to being at peace.

"We're not playing that game, stay away from them." He sighed and ran his hands through his short hair.

"Where is my brother?"

"He is your brother, not mine. Why are you asking me?"

"Isn't he your husband?" They heard a sharp intake of breath and both thier attention moved to Fahad Ibrahim who was seated in his earlier position, not at all ashamed he was caught eavesdropping.

In his defence, they weren't exactly subtle do secretive so him listening in was none of their business, they were the ones that chose to talk in front of him.

"Sorry to interrupt but you're a drama filled family, she is your sister in law? Damn." If HSM had a gun then he would definitely have not missed his forehead, too bad he wasn't armed.

"Get out."

"The doppelganger isn't it?"

They said simultaneously, Fahad watched with amusement as she sent a glare to her brother in law.

It was fun until the bone chilling look was directed at him again.

"You should stay away too, I'm not very nice when angry." He gulped, reading the threat in her voice. Seems like the whole family were violent, he thought resting his back on the chair.

"Give us a minute." He didn't argue before standing up and exiting through the already opened door, he tried turning back to catch a glimpse of HSM but still nothing.

"And your son?"

"Keep him out of your mouth Hassan, we may be friends but you know I don't like subtle threats." He nodded in faux understanding.

"You've said what you wanted to say, why don't you leave now?" He wasn't the nicest person on earth and she knew that so she wasn't expecting him to be polite with her, in fact his hostility felt normal but she needed answers from him.

"Why are you doing this? You're hurting your brother, your whole family." She said in a soft voice.

He felt it in his heart, that voice would've stopped him before, years ago when she was the best thing that happened to him. Not anymore, not after she chose his brother, she ruined that effect.

"Retribution." She shook her head. It wasn't just that, they both knew it wasn't that but she couldn't crack him. He wouldn't let her.

"For what?" She asked, wanting to stall him. The more they talked the more he opened up, it always worked.

"Many things B, many things."

"What is their fault in this?"

"He messed up my business."

"What did she do? She was innocent." He knew she was talking about Nai'a.

"Her father crossed me, he killed my child."

"Hassan please," She choked out. Why was he so stubborn?

"I would do this for you Batool but an eye for an eye."

"Don't do this, I beg you to not do this."

He breathed out, frustrated because she had no right to make demands. She had no right to sit there and tell him what to do or not do. She lost that right when he lost her to his brother.

"Why would you kill him? He is back to being paranoid, isn't that enough for you? You caused this right from the start. The person you so claim to love is going to be hurt by this." She yelled the last part but he wasn't moved.

He hid it well because he was breaking inside with the way her voice sounded, she was so close to tears.

"I do love her."

"No you don't, you want to kill her husband in her own home and say you love her, do you know how damaging that is?"

"Thanks to him, my child was shot in my arms Batool, the blood was on my face!" She had known, she knew how damaging it had been for him because he called, in tears.

"And how many have you killed since then?" He didn't reply. Hating her for opening old wounds. She'd been the first person he called when that happened so she knew how he was hurting.

"Don't you know the thought hunts him enough, two lives and everyone you've added to that gruesome pile up till now is on his head, he feels guilty when it isn't his fault."

HSM laughed. "She didn't deserve it too but no one cared, and they shot a baby."

"No amount of hurt you deliver would bring her back," He knew that of course but he needed to keep himself busy with something and grieving wasn't an option so he opt for hurting those who hurt him and since Fahad happened to be in the line of fire then so be it.

"I'm doing it for my peace of mind."

They both didn't say anything after that, both lost in thier thoughts.

"You know, he is worried about you."

He laughed humorlessly. "Let's not talk about that."

"You do know that don't you."

"Fatima let it go."

"He is your brother Hassan!"

"And he is your husband, don't you see how this is so messed up?" She didn't let his anger faze her, he had to get over it soon enough but killing her children was not going to help. A small part of her still believed in his redemption

"You're the one messing it up," She said softly, trying to reason with him but she knew it wouldn't take a while before he made her snap again. They were always like that.

"You were the one who married him."

"Don't be childish." She muttered.

"You chose him Batool, I knew you first and you knew I was in love with you but you chose him. Maybe all of this is even your fault and not his."

She hissed in disapproval. "Maybe if you had let it go like an adult we wouldn't be having this conversation." He rolled his eyes in the dark.

"He left you."

"He didn't have a choice and you know it." Her voice was clipped.

He laughed, knowing he had hit a nerve. "We always have a choice, maybe you weren't worth fighting for."

She inhaled sharply and decide to ignore him, she knew him well enough to know he was stalling, for what? That she didn't know.

"He did come to see me, well I called him and you know him. Family first always, guess it's just your family that is his last."

"She lost a child Hassan!" She snapped, yelling hoping it would penetrate his thick skull.

"So did you but he fucking chose her!" He yelled back, letting out all his anger.

"Why are you so angry?" They were friends of course and he cared about her, somewhere in his sick mind he thought he loved her, even after she married his twin brother he still had the hope that she would somehow come back to him.

"Because he fucking separated us then left you to fend for yourself, and don't give me that shit about you telling him to stay with her. If only he'd been man enough to not hide you like that, none of that would've happened but he chose to be a fucking coward and ruined his own family." He hit the desk making her jump in fright.

HSM moved back and took a deep breath calming himself.

"I wouldn't have treated you that way." He added much softer.

The woman–Batool shook her head and stood up.

"Whatever he would have done, it was written that this would happen, I don't know if you're still a Muslim but I believe I do believe in my qadr." She adjusted the veil that was on her head and made to leave when she stopped and turned back.

"You should do take what I said as a warning, touch a hair on his head and I'll remind you of the reason you always thought twice before talking to me anyhow." She exited the room with that, leaving HSM looking confused.

"I heard a lot of yelling." Fahad stated, peeking into the room, he walked in and closed th door before taking the seat she vacated. Hoping even with the poor lighting he would be able to make out the man's face, he didn't have such luck.

"Were you eavesdropping?"

Fahad groaned, "well I tried but I couldn't, you talk so fast like damn, were you on fast forward or something like that?" HSM rolled his eyes, wondering why he got caught up in the kid's web.

"Tell them to back off," He stared at him wondering what he meant by that.

"No one should make a move on Barkindo." He added when he got no reply. Fahad chuckled, a short mirthless laughter.

"And why?" HSM ignored him and lighted his cigar before taking a drag.

"Is it because that woman said so? Who is she?" He asked not caring that the older man was ignoring him.

"What, just because your lover said not to do it then we won't? Do you know the hell we've risked to get him in that position? He is freaking paranoid and can't even fucking think straight with wife on the line. He'll do everything to protect her thinking she's the target." He sighed frustrated. "When a king is kept busy, he forgets to protect himself, this is the only chance we have."

"Touch a hair on his head and you'll see why people cower in her presence."

Fahad Ibrahim rolled his eyes tired of the man's riddles.

"That means?" He asked irritation tinged in his voice. "She's not the mafia. Is she?"

"She is worst than the mafia."

"How can she possibly be worst than them?"

"She is a mother and she wouldn't mind bringing hell to us if we shy from her warning." Fahad Ibrahim groaned.

"This seems a lot more complicated than I earlier thought."

"You have no idea." They sat in silence after that.

Fahad Ibrahim stood up a few minutes later and called it a night. HSM ignored him and went back to his work, trying to figure out what to do now since Fahad was untouchable.

Fahad Ibrahim on the other hand had seen the woman's face and he called his friend to do a background check on her. A woman that HSM undoubtedly has a second thought about, she's his escape in this if he wanted to come out alive.

*******

Fahad stared at Khadijah that was laying on his office couch, he couldn't tell if she was sleeping but he doubted she was awake, she has been in the position for more than an hour.

It's past twelve midnight and he couldn't find it in him to go to bed, for two reasons, the first, all the usual things that kept him from sleeping, the second, he didn't know what to do about her.

She didn't want to be alone at all.

He didn't blame her because she had been shaken, he knew that feeling of paranoia and impending doom and it's the worst thing ever.

He sighed and got to his feet then walked the few steps to where she was, he was right she was sleeping.

He knew if he didn't move her she'll have neck cramps by morning.

"Khadijah?" He called out softly, she only moved slightly but didn't make a move to wake up.

"Khadijah." He tried again, this time she didn't even move.

He breathed in giving up before he crouched and picked her up.

Her eyes opened immediately and she stiffened. He laid her back on the couch and she sat up fully awake.

"Hey," She croaked in panic.

He saw her visibly calm when she noticed it was just him.

"Sorry," He scratched the back of his head, "you didn't wake up." She nodded and got to her feet when he moved back.

She wordlessly followed him out of the room, he made for her bedroom and she followed behind him.

He sat on the loveseat and she entered the closet, leaving the door slightly open. She keeps seeing the man whenever she's alone.

One thing she didn't tell Fahad was he had a weapon, she'd thought it was just her imagination and that's why she left it out but now that she was sure he was real and he was so close to hurt her, she didn't trust the whole house.

She wore a pajama set that was modest then donned a floor length hijab over it before walking out.

Fahad's head was tipped back and she could tell that his eyes were closed but he wasn't sleeping.

Sleeping! The thought came like a slap on her face.

How were they going to sleep, she definitely can't sleep alone and....oh no.

He opened his eyes and his gaze on her, she saw the fight in his eyes. He didn't want to leave her and well, the second option was quite complicated.

He didn't know he would have to think of a solution for this, this wasn't part of the marriage deal, certainly not what he signed up for.

He cleared his throat and told her to come with him, she followed like a child on a leash.

She hesitated before stepping into his room with a soft said taslim. She has never been inside for the three months they've lived there.

It was quite simple, somewhat like his room when he was younger just that this had more grey than white, everything was in place, the bed was made and the blinds were closed. His familiar scent was everywhere and she couldn't help taking a deep breath.

She looked at the almost empty dresser an a smile made its way to her face despite everything that was pulling her down. There, a prayer mat lay folded stop the dresser, just like in Kaduna where he had it on his study table.

She guessed he was a man of habit.

"The room is pretty....dusty." She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, there was no single spec of dirt but she'll let him have it. "Make yourself at home." He opened one of the four doors in the room and stepped it before closing it back.

Khadijah stood by the door as though someone glued her there with her arms wrapped around herself.

She sighted the soft looking dark cushioned chairs and made her way to one then sat, timidly.

She hugged her legs to herself, successfully making her whole self small in the couch, at first glance you wouldn't notice someone was there since the color of her hijab almost matched the dark grey cushions.

Fahad walked out dressed in sweats and a Tee. He saw Khadijah huddled on the couch. He let out a breath through his mouth before walking up to her.

He didn't bother waking her up this time, he picked her extra cautiously so she wouldn't wake up and laid her on the bed then pulled up the comforter, he considered taking off the hijab but left her to it, he knew she wouldn't appreciate that and she has been shaken enough for one night, finding her hijab off her might just push her over the edge.

He moved to the living area in the master bedroom and picked his laptop, his phone pinged with a message, he was shocked to see the sender's name and what time it was.

He disregarded those thoughts and opened the message.

He read the address and the message beneath it.

Not much security but you're their target and they won't mind executing you. Take a break and go to Kaduna for a bit. HSM wouldn't go there.

He sighed before replying with an okay. He forwarded the message to Zayn. Though his mind was on how his aunt knew where to find the men.

He would meet her first thing tomorrow and have a talk with her.

Sleeping didn't come easy, it never did so he didn't even bother trying rather he searched the address on the map, he knew the place but he couldn't remember where he knew it from. He pushed that to the back of his mind, he'll figure it out later.

It was already three in the morning and since he knew he wasn't going to get any sleep, he opted for praying. He went to his bathroom and performed ablution before walking out and picking his mat that was on the dresser, keeping it there was a bad habit he couldn't seem to get rid of.

He prayed until he heard the first adhan for subh prayers. He prayed the two units sunnah prayer for fajr before waking Khadijah up.

It took her a bit of blinking before she fully woke up, coming in contact with him. She moved back immediately.

"You should pray." She nodded and got off the bed, then made for the door, her hand stopped on the knob, Fahad watched her with amusement when she turned to him.

His lips curved upwards at the sides before he followed her out. She kept a bit more distance than the night before but she was still within arm's reach, he wouldn't even have to stretch to get to her.

He sat on the chair like last night while she did her business. She came back out with a different hijab, she must've taken a bath because she took quite a while.

"Sorry, i to–"

"Don't worry, come on." He cut her off then stood up and motioned for her to follow him.

Khadijah walked behind him, trying not to jump at the tiniest sound.

He spread the mats and they prayed together, they both sat in thier mats as though glued to it after. He picked up his Qur'an and read while she used her phone, not having it in her to ask him to escort her to pick hers.

The situation would've been funny had her life not been on the line. She who shied away from company desperately seeking one.

Not any company for that matter, a males company. Her husband but she didn't think that word worked for her. This is the longest they've been in each others presence since the wedding, they do sit and talk, quite alright if she had to say so herself but never for long periods at once.

Fahad had a good humour and a calm aura, whenever she started being too distant, moving back into her shell, he somehow pulls her out with a clam she didn't know how he exuded, maybe that's why she felt so comfortable with him, as comfortable as she could be in the opposite gender's presence.

She felt secure around him, somehow like she did in Abdulrahman, major that is Baraka's husband and even Farhan, something was just familiar about him, she couldn't help it.

They recited the Qur'an individually until the sun rose, Fahad suggested they ate and volunteered to cook, he didn't spare her a glance when she tried to argue.

He walked to the kitchen thinking she was behind him but she turned and headed to her room, deciding she couldn't tail him for the rest of her life. She told herself he had to go to work and she couldn't well follow him.

With her heat beating erratically, she took the bold step and entered her room then changed from the gown she had worn under her hijab to a jilbaab, she wrapped the veil over head in a simple somewhat rough turban before stepping out.

She met him in the kitchen already frying sausages and brewing her coffee, one thing they had in common. He took his coffee black just like her, but she noticed sometimes he opted for warm milk.

Just like now, she saw him warming the milk and almost laughed, most of the fear from the night before nowhere to be found.

She felt being in his presence was quite dangerous for her because he makes her let all her guard down, trusting him to protect her, what if he couldn't? That wasn't something she had the answer to and she hoped she wouldn't have to know anytime soon.

"Drinking warm milk is not quite the best way to start your morning," She couldn't help herself, she had to ask.

She couldn't comprehend what grown man would take warm milk, not just milk, warm milk! It just baffled her.

Fahad gasped quite dramatically, looking at her like she just said a taboo.

"How dare you?!" He shook his head tuning off the gas. "Milk is good for strong teeth and bones."

"For children," Fahad scoffed then muttered something about everyone being a child of Adam. "Just so you know, it is very healthy, you should try it sometime. That black coffee isn't good for your health."

He stressed the 'your' desperately trying to make a point, Khadijah shrugged not defending herself, it was a bad habit that she couldn't stop.

"Try decaf," This time she scoffed.

"That's just a sad version of coffee, thank you for your advice but keep to your milk and I'll keep to my coffee."

"Great you win," He poured her a cup and gave her the mug before sitting back and taking his glass of milk.

He served the scrambled eggs and sausage in two different plates before sitting at the counter, beside her but not too close that he was in her personal space.

They ate in silence, Khadijah thinking of how to thank him for last night. He'd given up his bed and taken the couch because she was a scaredy cat and he didn't seem like he was complaining, then he made breakfast.

She wanted to make him feel appreciated hence the milk conversation, she was normally quiet and he was always starting conversations just so it won't be awkward.

Not to forget how supportive he is and a very good observer, things she doesn't like, mostly him being too close, he tried his best to not do that.

That sort of coincidence that they meet by the kitchen where they had to brush against each other when one wanted to pass, he always moved back completely and when she has left, he'll return and do what he'd wanted.

He was that housemate that minded his business and living with him has been pleasant.

After breakfast he forced her to sit and rest, with the excuse that she needed to rest while he did the dishes.

He went and took a bath leaving her in the living room downstairs, her eyes darting to all the windows and doors every second for the whole fifteen minutes he was gone.

They spent the whole day together, more of in the living room watching movie recommendations on Netflix.

Aneesah and Huda called them on video call and they spent an hour talking to his siblings. They offered all thier prayers together.

It felt like a whole new world for Khadijah and though it was taking her a bit of time to accept that it was actually true, she did revel in the peace.

Fahad felt quite calm knowing Zayn would handle most of the security details, he had the whole team changed for being incompetent because he couldn't risk it.

The same reason he didn't go to work was because he felt they would let the mad man in again but he had to say, it was the best day off he has had in days.

He saw a glimpse of a Khadijah he didn't know existed in the last twenty hours, the vulnerable side, the inquisitive side and the loving side, when she was speaking to his siblings and he saw how she clicked with Aneesah and Huda, he could see the admiration Nabila had for her and she was the hardest to please among the siblings.

It didn't take much to convince her to take his bed again, truth was she felt bad for her insecurity and slight paranoia but she couldn't help it, if she could she would have.

Just like the night before, he waited for her to change and when she was dressed in another long hijab, they moved to his room and she got under the covers.

A part of her wanted to tell him to just get on it too, it was large enough to contain both of them without either of them feeling the other but the part that has been on the same bed with Suleiman couldn't do it.

She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep after doing all her adhkars.

The couch was quiet small for Fahad's full form but he managed. He needed to sleep even if only for a few hours because he was so tired.

The room was very quiet, the only sound being Khadijah's soft breathing and even that, he had to strain his ears to hear. From the steady breathing, he knew she was asleep, somehow he focused on the sound and soon found himself drifting off too.

*******

Fahad got up with a start, looking around in the dark trying to confirm the sound was coming from his room.

He stood up from the couch he realized he hated and switched on the lights. His eyes moved around the room before they finally settled on the bed, where Khadijah seemed to be struggling, a different kind of struggle from the one he'd seen the night before due to her panic attack.

She let out an ear splitting scream before getting up, startled.

Her eyes moved around the room like his and she moved back when she saw him standing, his eyes wide and staring at her in shock and panic.

His wide eyes mirrored hers but while his were filled with questions, hers were filled with fear.

She tried the breathing exercises that Sadiya thought her whenever she had one of those dreams but none seemed to be working, all her brain could register was the warning signs in her head as she watched him, waiting for him to take a step and bolt.

Fahad read the fear in her eyes, it looked so familiar and beautifully hunting. She was acting just like Nai'a had, a victim of abuse.

The worst possible mistake he could make was try and comfort her so he let her be, until she was calm enough to be comforted.

He watched her every move aware she was watching his too.

He didn't like seeing her that way, so broken. He was okay with the vulnerable side because he had an idea of what to do about that but this, he didn't know how to deal with that.

"Khadijah," He called out softly, the softest voice he could muster so she wouldn't be scared.

She stared at him, trying to read if he was going to make a threatening move or the other way.

Khadijah closed her eyes and took a deep breath, forcing her whirling mind to wake up from the dream.

She couldn't remember the last time she has had one of those, maybe a month or two ago, when she'd caught a glimpse of someone like Suleiman, she had managed it well that night but didn't go back to sleep. She'd told Fahad she was having headache the next day and apart from giving her medicine and food, he gave her space.

It took a while to fully get her heart to beat at a steady rate. She couldn't believe she would pick Suleiman nightmares over what she saw that night.

The worst part was she could remember everything she saw vividly, the feel of his hands, the pain of him using her again. Like that wasn't enough, the man in the hallway had been there too, he didn't spare her battered body a glance, rather he used a knife on her, inflicting pain on every part of her body Suleiman had ever left a scar on, which was a lot.

She snapped out of it and stared down at her palms, waiting to see blood but it was all clean and so were the bed covers.

It had felt so real she was sure that would be the end.

"Khadijah?" She heard Fahad's voice again, this time with more urgency.

She looked up at him, her vision a little blurry, she tried blinking multiple times but it was of no use. The last thing she heard was her name being called before she darkness enveloped her.

****

Fahad didn't know how he managed to drive to the hospital without having a heart attack, one second Khadijah was looking at him and the next, he saw her fall back, unconscious.

They wheeled her straight to the Emergency unit and he was left pacing the halls, every possible thought coming to his mind.

His phone rang stopping him mid walk and he picked seeing it was his aunt, his mind reeling hoping it wasn't more bad news.

"Fahad," She called in a shaky voice.

"Aunty Fatima." He couldn't complete the sentence, he didn't know what to tell her.

"Fahad, you need to go to Kaduna first thing tomorrow." Her voice broke at the end and his heart stopped of a full second, nothing was right, how could everything be going down the drain right now?

"What happened?" He managed to croak out.

"Fahad, Kha–Khadijah's father was rushed to the hospital, he had a heart attack, and....they don't think he'll make it." The last sentence was more of babbling through sobs, he didn't know how he heard but he did and it just added itself to his pile of problems. He only said okay before hanging up.

He sat one of the waiting room chairs, his legs unable to carry him.

How was he supposed to deliver that news to her now when she wasn't even in her own right senses.

"La ilaha illa anta subhanaka inni kuntu minal zalimin." He muttered under his death, repeating the supplication more times than he cared to count.

"Mr. Barkindo?" He got to feet immediately and nodded at the middle aged doctor with her glasses perched on her nose.

"Yes, that's me." She nodded stiffly.

"I'm doctor Raliya, your wife's doctor," He nodded waiting for her to tell him how Khadijah was.

"If you would please come with me," he followed her to an office at the far end of the hallway and she offered him a seat.

"How is my wife please?" He asked the moment he sat, she didn't seem to be talking and he was anxious enough.

"She if fine, please calm down. She is sleeping in one of our rooms." He nodded not fully calm, he wanted to see her for himself.

She wasn't fully fine since the doctor was speaking to him privately instead of allowing him to go check on her, which is what he wanted to do.

"When can I see her?" She sighed before studying him.

His drawn brows, worry filled eyes and unsteady demeanor, he seemed worried enough but her situation seemed nothing like she was being taken care of.

"Soon, when we're done here." He took in a deep breath settled his gaze on her. His eyes were red, very red she was taken aback by that.

"Like I made mention, nothing is wrong with her, her heart rhythm is steady now, it seemed she had a panic attack," He didn't look very surprised, that made her ask, "are you familiar with that?"

"Yes,"

"That means she has them often?"

Fahad thought over it for a while. He remembered all the times he had seen her having an attack, not so much that he would say often save for the last two.

"She hasn't had them in a while, but last night she did have one." She noted it down on a paper he hadn't noticed before.

"So she does have them, can you tell the genesis of it?"

"I don't know, she just sometimes blanks out and that happens."

She scribbled that too and asked him a few questions about her behaviours. He explained to the best of his ability.

"When last did your wife see her period?"

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Assalamu alaikum my loves, how are you all?

I love Friday updates yess but I just couldn't leave this. You should all thank Nanah_Muhammad I updated because of her motivation. If you haven't read scandalous engagement, what are you waiting for?!!

I'm typing this with excitement just so you know.

So I laughed a lot at some of you guessing who HSM is, someone said Hassan Suleiman, I laughed hard ehhn. Keep guessing.

Though some people did almost get it right but not quite right.

Now who is this woman? I like her already.

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