"Promise me Al-amin, you'll never break my heart; you'll always be by my side, you'll not leave me for another girl. Please." She sniffs between sobs....

"I promise you Aysha, I'll love you till my last breath, I'll never leave your side, I'll not leave you for another girl Insha Allah."

Her words, her sobs, how her words erupted directly from her heart, she sound devastated. The promise he made, he can't just break this promise, not as abruptly as this. It's better to date another girl than to marry her, it's just too much. He can't do this!. Not that he still love her, but a promise is a no joke thing, he have to tell her first.

He quickly disconnected the call, looked at her, lugubriousness plastered on his face, "Look Laila, I think it's too sudden, why won't we wait till we go back?" He said, looking straight into her eyes, hoping she'll understand him. "I think it'll be better, we'll have the chance to celebrate our wedding. Don't you want a grand wedding? Full of parties?" Trying to shangai her. He can't just do this for Aysha. Not as abruptly as this.

She kept staring at him, probably lost in her thoughts. She scuppered his words in her noddle, he sounds reasonable. She always looked for a grand wedding, a wedding full of parties. It's her wedding, it suppose to be as scintillating as it could. "Yes Yaya, that's a very good idea, we shall wait then." She said, smiling at him.

"Tell me what's between you and that guy." He said, his face expression suddenly changed from sweet to sour.

"Erm-em, he's my friend Yaya," she said, trying to sound guileless.

"Why was he angry? And why did you followed him? I just can't understand why. Friends are not suppose to behave like that Miss," he sneared, looking at her disgustfully. He just don't want to admit it, but he surely had saw a glint of her love in his eyes.

She kept fumbling with the hem of her hijab, bumbling on the sofa. How can she say it's because of him? How can she tell him he was jealous? Just how can she tell him it's because he loves her?.

"Well-- I'll take this as a 'Yes' to my suspicions. Is this how you wanted me to marry you? A lady I can't even trust? What do you take me for?" He snapped, through gritted teeth. "I can't marry a guile lady, how do you expect me to?" He added, his eyes were red, an amalgamation of anger and jealousy.

"Just answer me. Will you?" He snapped, rather roared.

Her body shivered, she's trembling, she hate this side of him. She can't answer his question, she felt bad-- does this means he can't trust her? Is he really suspicious of her?. She had no other option than to wend her way to the door.

"Goodnight," she said, almost inaudible, as she trudged to the door. She placed her hand on the door knob, turned to look at him, tears cascading down her cheeks. He don't have the idea how it hurts. How can he not trust? He's the first person she needs his trust.

He dolorously watched as she banged the door, he felt her pain. How can he say those words to her? It's so unkind of him. He must surely apologize to her, it must be a suprise apology. He's sure she'll love it.

He doggered to his room, his mind ruminative on how he'll suprise his Ciccino, he hope she'll accept his apology. He loves her with all his being!.

***

She groggily woke up from her sleep, she had'nt got enough sleep yesterday, her heart is a jumbled mess. Why is he playing with her feelings? A minute he's all lovey-dovey, and in another minute he's the 'I don't care' type. She's tired of all this, he's always claiming to be an introvert. Why won't he just realize how she feels? Why won't he for once think about the mess he's making in her heart? Why can't he fathom that she love him! Not for who he is, not for what he possess, but, for the sake of Allah. Allah embeded his love in her heart, she has no right to unlove. It's a no go area!

She hissed for the umpteenth time, almost apoplectic with herself, as she wended to the bathroom. It's a lecture free day, but she have to go to school, alot of signings awaits her. Perks of being a lazy student.

She applied her lotions, dabbed powder on her face, apply kohl, dabbed a red lipstick on her pink lips, spritz some cool perfumes on her kimono and made her way to the dining table.

"Good morning, Mama," she said, sitting on the chair.

"Morning Ummi," Mama answered, her eyes glued on the Television. Ummi wondered how Mama loves watching Sunnah TV always.

She silently munched on her food, she finished and took the plate to the kitchen.

"Bye Mama," she said, making her way to the door.

"Allah ya bada sa'a (May Allah see you through)," Mama said, smiling at her. She loves this prayer like die, it made her feel loved, blessed, special. Indeed a Mother is a blessing, the person that never gets tired of you, the one that withstands all your pugnacious behaviours, and still love you. A Mother is the forever obsequious one, the person that deserves the world from you! I LOVE YOU MAMA.

She prowled to the car, smiling, all her pains vanished, just the thought of having an everlasting love, a love that will never die, a 100% pure love, makes her worries vanish, a genuine smile plastered on her lips, a glint of contentment embeded in her eyes, her mother's love embeding and ebbing in her heart. It's a true and forever love!

"Good morning, Malam Ummaru," she greeting, flopping in the car.

"Good morning, Ummi," he greeted back and ignited the engine, and they zoomed off.

***

She's brushing his trimmed Fulani hair with her hands, hushing some soothing words to his ears, as well as rocking them. "Say your prayers, Laith," she hushed to his left ear. He had been acting weird, she's worried about him.

"Mom, I saw it with my own eyes, she kissed him," he groaned, his voice coalesced with pain and jealousy.

Miss Eliza patted his back, drawing some circles on his back; trying to pacify him. "Laith, it's not her problem, you didn't say you love her, why can't she love the person that loves her?"

"But why can't she fathom her love in my attitudes, Mom? I'm not nice and kind to girls, except her," he said, emphasizing the 'her'.

"Because she loves her brother, not you," Miss Eliza said, holding his hand.

He abruptly looked up, almost startled with her words, he knows it's true, but why can't he believe it? "Mom," he groaned, tears glistening his eyes.

"Don't cry my baby, it's a must say truth, but you can fight for your love, teach her how to love you," Miss Eliza said, smiling, a sad smile; a smile that hold many unspoken feelings beneath it.

"Really Mom, how?" He said, sitting upright. His face is enthusiastic, his voice filled with intriguity.

"Yes sure. We first have to plan a suprise for her, then to the next plan," she smirked, winking at him.

"I trust you Mom," he shouted, hugging her tightly.

She laughed, breaking their hug, "You have to pray, eat, and sleep, before I tell you how the suprise will be,"

"Ok Mom," he said, and entered the bathroom.

She smiled, his behaviours reminding her of his father.

***

His words besetted her, she never thought loosing someone's trust on her will have this vast effect on her. She's the pompous Laila, Hajia's favourite, she always get what she want. Being ruminative is not on her to-do list, one worry about what he wants huh? And she has gotten all she wanted.

A pat on her shoulder jolted her out of her reverie, she almost shouted, but seeing a mischievious smiling Inas, lessened her worries.

"What's wrong girl?" Inas asked, sitting comfortably beside her.

"It's Yaya, and Laith. I told you what happened at school huh?" She said.

"How is that a problem then? I told you not to worry, Yaya will be your husband, while Laith is your chilling BF," Inas said, smiling at worried Laila. "You have to chill babe,"

It took them almost an hour, Inas telling her how Laith have a vat importance in her life now, she have to chill her life, since she has Yaya. Laila seemed to heed to Inas advices, she wants to be the queen bee, the girlfriend of the most notorious!.

***

They were out of their last lecture, Daisy being the garrulous she is; kept telling Laila about the looks people had been glancing her way, how bumble she should feel, something might really happened or will happen.

They halted in front a crowd, an intentionally gathered crowd. Some gesturing at her, some hushing some words, 'she's the one', 'Omg! See the girl'.

She shrugged the their glances and gestures off, she don't want to suspicious, she grisps Daisy's hand and made her way out of the crowd.

"I love you Mi Ciccino, I'm really sorry, forgive your zawj," came a familiar voice, she turned around and her eyes landed on Al-amin. He knealt an inch from where she stood, holding a beautiful bouquet of flower, packs of chocolates and cards. Her eyes caught a glance of the ring he held.

Being the lachrymose she became; tears are alreading cascading down her cheeks. She stood their, looking at him, her heart beating vigourously against it's ribcage, she never imagine this. Al-amin proposing to her, admist their schoolmates. Where's his shyness?, where's the introvert and cold person she knew? Because this is a total different person, this person is a romantic one, a loving person she wanted. The love she see in his eyes is the one she've yearned for, and it's her time now. She'll rule his world!

She sauntered to where he is, her eyes not leaving his, she thrusted her finger, smiling at him, when another voice halted her.

"I love you L, I love you so much, more than anything. Will you be my girlfriend?" The whole crowd chorused in awe, she stood there, her body frenzed, heart stiffened, her noddle seems not to comprehend what's really happening. This is arguably the most dreadful moment of her life. Who will she choose?.

Subhanallahi wabi hamdihi,Subanallahi lahil azeem. (The most lovable for Allah.)

Ya Rabb!!! Al-amin didn't call💃💃💃 daya kira dayasha kunya😂.

Laila really needs his trust huh? Why is she acting that way then?

Ummi😭 he has been playing with her feelings, there is god ai.

What Ummi feels is what I usually feels when My Mother say 'Allah ya bada sa'a' I really feel happy, duk haushin danake ji sai ya tafi.

Inassssss...... she's getting on my nerves fa. She's guiding Laila to her iskanci path.

Miss Eliza, she's the one guiding Laith huh? We shall see who'll win ai.

Who's Laila gonna choose?

I'm really, really sick😭 that's why I didn't update as i promised someone. I felt bad, because I don't want to be a promise breaker. But we plan, Allah plan, and he's the best of planners. Hope I'm forgiven?

I won't take it easy on ghost readers this time around, I've endured all the pains and type. As a convalescent person I need to rest, but I'm here typing.

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