For @Mss_Kahe ❤❤ Mukky loves you wujiga, wujiga😉❤❤❤

NIGERIA, ABUJA.

MUKHTAR'S POV

I walk to my room and immediately fall on the bed zoning into one of my thoughts of Amtullah. I've never felt so guilty in my life like I felt the day I met her in Haneesa's room with bright pink nose and swollen eyes clearly advertising that she has been crying. She didn't reply my greetings she ignored me like I was a statue and he action is justified, she has every right to mad cause what I did to her was not fair. Yes that's how I am but my relationship with her was something else, I really, really loved her or should I say I still love her but I guess it's too late now.

My phone rings and the ID says Ayman Kabeer, I picked it up and left it in speaker as he spoke.

"You fucking broke up with her?" Was the first thing he said and I scrunch my face in confusion for a minute before I realized he was not here to see me.

"Who?"

"Fadilarh.. Mukky I thought we made a deal you won't break her heart then why would you do that?"

"I never broke up with Fadilarh" I defend sitting up.

"And I am in primary two writing my third term exams" he said sarcastically and I hiss.

"Oh shit. Is she bitch two?"

"That's why I told you not to be saving girls as bitch in your phone but your big strong head won't listen. Now look what you've done, I can't see her heartbroken man and i trusted you" he said sadness clear in his voice.

Lol.. Now duh who told him to trust me.

My subconscious laugh and I brush it off realizing what I did.

"I am so sorry man and if you can't see her heartbroken why can't you just date her?"

"You know I can't you idiot! It's risky" he growled

"Nothing is risky.. I feel like you guys are over exaggerating this matter, this happened years ago obviously the matter has been forgotten" 

"Mukhtar Abba Gorge!" he yelled "I wish I was there with you know I would have punched you till your unconscious!"

"Slap your self and say thank you"

"I'm doing no such thing you idiot. Mukhtar I forwarded a text to you last week and Fadilarh sent you the address your suppose to be meeting them in today"

"Which message?"

"Check your phone man, kai wallahi akuya ne.. Wawa" he rained insults on me and I ignore him checking for any text messages and I found it and I even replied with done. When? How?

"Have you seen it?" He asked after a while.

"Ayman we are dead"

"What happened?"

"Haneesa read the message and she is not home."

"Do you think..?" He asked afraid and I get my car keys and leave for my car.

"yes Ayman, yes.. My baby sister is in shit and I've got to help her" I said starting my car and ending the call.

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Ahmaad's POV

I stare at Anee's picture grinning widely, Mashaa Allah she is so beautiful.

"Kai mallam stop staring, it's haraam" Hamid said startling me and I fall on the ground with a loud thud and his laughter followed right after.

"Auzoobillahi. What is wrong with you? Ouch! I think I've broken a bone" I groan standing up with great effort while he continue to laugh but stopped when i shot him a glare.

"That's your punishment for staring at my sister in law" he winked

"How..Do..y-you.." I stammered shocked, if I can clearly recall i told no one about Haneesa except Mubarak who is so smitten by Amtullah to gossip about my little secret.

"How won't I know?" He shrugged his shoulders. "actually that's what bought me here.."

    "What is it?" I asked suddenly nervous, maybe she is seeing someone? Or her father is marrying her off? Or she sent him to tell me that I should stop bugging her? Or that she is not interested? Oh God!

"Her brother is home"

"I thought she has no sibling apart from Hayrah" I said confused

"I see she have told you so much information. Well mallam he is her cousin brother and he sent me to warn you to keep your distance"

"Don't tell me he is one of those over protective brothers" I asked crossing my fingers.

       "yes he is. Ahmaad I'm suggesting you as a friend make this halal cause wallahi Mukhtar won't spare you." he said patting my shoulder and I gulp hard.

"How?"

"Go and meet her father to ask for his permission to be seeing his daughter if not.. Your own your own dude. You know Maami and trust me Mukhtar is worst"

"In Shaa Allah, thank you Hamid"

"Your welcome and you might want to inform your mother" he winked leaving my office and I smile taking out my phone to call Ummah.

"Ummah" I grinned into the phone when she answers and she chuckle.

"Assalam Alaikum to you too Haidar" she says and at that moment I want the ground to open up and eat me.

"Walaikum Salaam" I muttered shyly. Toh now that I've called her.. What I'm I suppose to say? That I am in love or that I'll be meeting a girl and I need her blessings.

"Noi kuddè? *How are you*" she asked in fulfulde.

"Jam Ummah. noi sare?"

"Jam. now tell me the reason behind your joyfulness that you forgot to say your sallam" she said and I smile.. she figured that out.

"Erm... Ummah.. It's actually" I stammered.

"Why are you scared? Ha'an I'm not going to bite you Haidar, I am your mother tell me what is bothering you?"

"Ummah I need your blessings"

"Haidar you know you always have my blessings but first tell me what is going on"

"Ummah I'll tell you when everything goes as planned In Shaa Allah. Just pray for me, I am taking a big step in my life"

"You are always in my prayers my baby, good luck"

"Miyetti Ummah." I said ending the call  and grabbing my car keys before retiring for the day with the intention of meeting Haneesa's father the following day.

I'll make you mine In Shaa Allah Anee.

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What is the connection between Ayman, Fadilarh and Mukhtar?

Who is them and why is Haneesa in danger?

So Mukhtar still likes Amtullah but is it too late to get her back?

Ahmaad is taking his relationship with Haneesa to a new level will thinks work out alright?

So many questions😩😩😩 too much for my brain to handle😭 kai lemme just sit back first and wait as their mystery unveil it self😌😌

Biko you dey join me or will your crack your oh so precious brain?

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And go reread prologue it has been edited.

Bye.