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He watched her every move, she was crouched on the floor as she served him a plate of Kabsa (Arabian Jollof) and chicken salad. Her eyes were trained on the many dishes as she carefully proceeded to serve him the chilled hibiscus drink into a tumbler.

"It's okay.." He said seeing as she was about to serve him more of the pasta bake. She didn't say a word to him, she didn't even spare him a glance as she closed the lid of the food flask and handed him the plate of food.

Their fingers brushed slightly and she quickly retrieved her hand as if the touch burned her.

His heart yearned for her but as she moved to sit on the other couch far from him he sighed and ate his food.

All this while as he ate, her eyes were trained on her hands as she fidget with her ring. She refused to look at him, she was scared she would forget everything and lunge herself on him and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Hajiya and Abba send their warmest regards.." He finally broke the silence as he dropped his half eaten food. He lost his appetite.

"Okay" she replied still not looking up.

"Abba cut two cows for the twins, as I am speaking now InshaAllah Salman is outside supervising the barbeque" he tried to make a conversation.

"Allah Sarki, I'd keep it in mind to call him later and thank him"

He sighed, all this awkwardness was too much for him to bare. He just wanted to move forward and embrace his wife in a hug and shower her with kisses.

"Anee, I'm-" he was caught off when the door to the living room opened and Amtullah walked in, she was holding little Haneesa while Rakiya was holding little Ahmaad.

"Assalam Alaikum, sorry to intrude but they are hungry.." Amtullah said after exchanging pleasantries with Ahmaad. Haneesa nod her head and collected the twins while struggling to hold both of them carefully, Amtullah whispered something in her ear which made Haneesa pout before the left them alone with their kids.

"Urrm...please can you help me hold one of them and maybe unzip my dress?" Haneesa asked after much struggling. He laughed, he has been waiting for her to ask for help but she is too stubborn.

He stood up from where he was sitting and moved to the three sitter couch she was sitting on. He carefully let down her zipper while intentionally letting hid hand trail down her back, she shivered.

"You look beautiful Anee.." He whispered in her ear and ignored him.

"Please don't drop my child" she said worriedly seeing how he was trying to steady little Ahmaad in his hand.

He look away from the beauty of his child and sent her a glare, "you mean our child" he corrected.

"What type of father wouldn't be there during the delivery of his child?!" She hissed.

"Anee.."

"People are waiting to hear their names, it's okay if you don't have anything in mind. I can name them myself" she caught him off rudely.

"Abubakar Aslam Ahmaad" he said into his ear before reciting dua's into the child's ear.

Her eyes well up with tears and soon they were streaming down her face. She watched him in shock and he sent her his killer smile while nudging closer to her

"You named him.."

"Yes Habibty, I named him after your dad, May his soul rest in perfect peace" he kissed away her tears and she clutch onto his clothes crying more.

"Stop crying love, you will ruin your makeup" he cooed Aslam let out a wail.

They exchanged the babies and sit in silence. Ahmaad was looking his baby girl with a wide grin on his face while Haneesa was staring at him as he held their daughter. She wanted to cry in joy, the sight was too much for her little fragile heart to bear

"Stop being a creep sweetheart, see our daughter is taking after you. She is just staring at me with a funny look on her face" Ahmaad teased making her to pout.

"I'm not a creep and I wasn't looking at you"

"Lies. I saw you, you were giving me the 'I love you so much' eye"

"You wish" she muttered under he breath and he chuckled lowly.

"Name her!" He brought her out of her thoughts and she turned to look at him and then their baby girl.

"Naana Zaynab, after Hajiya" she smiled fondly.

"Nobility of Descent; Aslaha" he kissed her temple hugging her closer to his chest.

"And what is the meaning of Aslam?"

"Safer, freer. Do you like it?"

"I love it"

"And I love you Anee.." He replied leaning in to kiss her cheek. That little gesture made her feel different type of feelings, a drop of her tears fell on little Aslam, she used her thumb to wipe it before turning to Ahmaad and saying the words she has been meaning to tell him ever since he walked inside the living room.

"I hate that I love you too Ahmaad, so much"

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It has been a long session of taking pictures, Haneesa was tired of taking endless pictures but the photographer won't hear any of it. It took half a hour been they finished the first round of their photoshoot with Ahmaad and the babies, she was then rushed by Adda Hayrah to change into her skirt and blouse, it was beautifully sown purple six piece atampha, it brought our her shape and hugged her body in all the right places. Even though it was simple she looked dead gorgeous!
Inbihaj helped her re touch her makeup while Amtullah tied her headgear in a fancy way, she was grateful for those two.

The names of the twins spread like wildfire, everyone was happy and overwhelmed. Some guests were already leaving and that was when Haneesa noticed the souvenirs Nabiila and Zubaina were sharing.

"What is that?" She asked raising her eyebrows.

"What is what?" Nabiila asked confused.

"The bag? I can clearly read 'Abubakar Aslam & Zaynab Aslaha' written there"

"Ohh this? Souvenirs"

"But.. You guys it wasn't necessary"

"Tell your husband that, it's all his doing. He gave Rakiya and I money to buy all the souvenirs from Lagos" Nabiila shrugged off as Amtullah came to drag Haneesa to the parlor were Ahmaad, the babies and photographer are waiting for her.

"I have to be somewhere, can we please make it quick?" Ahmaad sighed.

"Just one more pose" the photographer replied snapping away. After another fifteen minutes, he finally let them be and went back to the event center to round up his job.

"I'll call you later okay? Take care of yourself for me" Ahmaad leaned in to kiss her on her forehead making her to smile widely.

"Be safe" she replied and he nod his head before exiting the living room. She was just about to sit and relax when Maami barged inside the living room.

"Oya, oya yalla. Let's go! You have to say goodbye to some guests" she said carrying Aslaha while Haneesa carried Aslam.

"Maaami I'm tired wallahi" She whined.

"Oh Ya Rabb! So you will let the guests just go without saying goodbye right? Common my friend let's go"

She dared not to complain any more so she hand Aslam over to Nafeesah and instructed her to stay with the kids in Daddy's room since they were sleeping.

"Here, I figured out the shoe was giving you a hard time.." Amtullah said handing her a Vinci flat shoe.

"Aww sweetheart thanks. This heels were killing me wallahi" she sat down and exchanged her shoes.

"Your welcome, now please let's ditch all this people. Mubarak is outside, he wants to say hi"

"Iye su hubby neh. Toh muje" she teased as they walk out of the gate were a black Mercedes Benz was parked and Mubarak was leaning on it.

"Mamman twins" he called removing his shades and Amtullah hug him.

"Angon bestfriend.." She replied as Amtullah pull away from the hug.

"What have you done to my bestie Mubarak? See how she shamelessly hugged you in front of me. Iyeee"

"Is it because I didn't kidnap her already. I missed her today, you kept her away from me Mamman twins, it's not fair" he entangled their hands placing a brief kiss on them.

"Ughh you guys should stop acting all lovey in front of me please. Besides I missed her too, you stole her from me"

"She is mine remember?"

"She was mine first until you snatched her"

"Awwn you guys are fighting over me. So cute. Don't worry there is enough of me to go round" Amtullah joke and they all laughed.

He asked about the twins which Haneesa replied by saying they were sleeping, she promised to bring them another time. He apologized on his mother's behalf for not making it, apparently they were all out of town along with his sisters, Haneesa knew there is more to the story but she didn't interrogate him instead she replied with saying 'bakomai'

They talked for a little while before he left after much whining that he wanted to take his wife with him which Haneesa disagreed to. He finally settled on coming back for her after Maghreb prayers which Haneesa agreed on.

"Don't sulk please, you wanted to go with him huhn?" She asked as they walk back inside with Amtullah. The guests have all disappeared leaving back only her relatives and the waiters to pack up and leave.

"No, haba, I was just thinking about something"

"Tuutuu baby don't think too much. Everything will fall into place InshaAllah. Maa will come around" she wrapped her hands around her tightening her in a hug.

"I didn't even say anything fah Hanee Nee. Girl stop knowing me soo welll" She dramatically stomped her feet which made Haneesa laugh.

"I knew something was off when he mentioned his mother. Your facial expression changed"

"It will be fine, don't worry about me"

"That's not possible I tell you, I worry about you all the time"

"Aww, what would I do without you best friend? I love you" she hugged her

"I love you more tuutuu"

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It has been the hundredth time in just a span of one week since he has been bothering her to come home, she would just avoid the topic or give a silly excuse, she just wasn't ready to be with him alone. Yes she missed him but moving back to his house means more troubles from Ummah, it means more heartaches and false promises and she was just not ready for that. She is afraid for her children and the fact that her heart wouldn't be able to bear more heartbreaks.

"I will make it work this time around Haneesa, please give me another chance.." He plead placing a firm lingering kiss on her hands.

A drop of tear fell on her palm that's when she realized she was crying.

"I'm tired of all this fake promises, that is the exact thing you said when you tricked me into marrying you. That is what you said when you were about to marry me, that is the same words you uttered; I promise. And you failed me" she replied her heart breaking.

He could feel the little hope he has slipping away, he messed up real bad. "You hate me that much don't you? You can't even look at me anymore I must have messed up real bad. I'm sorry"

"When you care for someone, their mistakes never change your feelings because it's the mind that gets angry the heart still cares, Ahmaad" she said looking up to meet his eyes.

"For our babies? Please." He begged and she turned around to where Aslam and Aslaha were in their cot before them.

"I will think about it" she said stubbornly while standing up. "I will send the maid to help me with Aslam" she add before carrying Aslaha and exiting Daddy's parlor which became their meeting point.

When she left, he buried his face in his palms. He wasn't so sure if she would agree to come back home but one thing is for sure, he would lose it if she doesn't come back. Soon.

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Someone said if she knows where I live I would have been dead by now😂💔. Ahh! Biko wee you kill me before my time???

Remind me not to tell you guys where i live😂😂 not even by mistake.

Your thoughts?

What is Ummah planning?😑 this her silence is killing me. Hmm.

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