Assalam Alaikum🙈

It's coming fashionably late,

SubhanaAllah!

TeemahGujbawu for you my baby😂😂 PS: don't kill me if you don't like how this chapter turns out. Remember I love you soooo much!!❤

Ma'asalam.....

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Amtullah watch as Mubarak walk up to her. He gently used his hand to wipe away her tears flashing her a million dollar smile.

Gosh she was dreaming!

"I am sorry Habibty, I am so sorry" he cried making her burst into another set of tears.

"Mubarak tell me I'm not dreaming, if this is a dream I would so kill Myself if I wake up. I can't live without you Mubarak"

"Shh who is talking about dying when we are finally getting our happily ever after?"

"Promise me"

"I promise" he took an oath making her smile widely. She wanted to hug him so bad but he took a step backwards making her confused.

"Let's go" he said walking ahead of her and she followed behind him quietly. He opened the passenger's seat for her and she got in, he took his time entering the car before roaring the car to life.

She had no idea where they were going but she didn't care, she was staring at him watching him in nothing but complete love.

He stole a few glances at her also trying his best not to bump into another car.

Finally arriving, Amtullah raised her head to see them in front of a court.

"Mu...."

He had caught her off.

"Will you marry me?" He asked getting a ring from his pocket, the ring was beautiful indeed but she was not expecting it, not at all.

"Muba..."

"Will you marry me? Please!" He begged as a tear escape her eye.

"Yes! I will!" and he slip it on.

"When did you get this? It's so pretty" she gushed.

"I would tell you all about it later. Let's go and make you Mrs Mubarak first Honey"

Her cheeks were on fire as she got down the car. He towered over her gazing at her pretty slender finger that was adorned by their sign of love. Step by step, the walked into the large hall and into a small office where a man was waiting for them with marriage documents on his table.

This was it.

Exhaling a deep breath, Mubarak sign the documents and step aside so she could do her part.

She was nervous, everything was so right yet so wrong. "But Maa.."

He has got to stop cutting her off.

"This is about of future babes, it's about what we want not about Maa"

And with her vision blurry with tears she signed the document that meant it was official.

She is now Mubarak's Amtullah.

Forever and ever,

And not even destiny could get in the way.

🍀🍀🍀

Ahmaad feels a hand on his mouth stopping him from saying more. The hand was very warm and comforting and even without looking up, he knew it was Hajiya.

He was trapped in the hospital.

Nobody bothered to hear his opinion or request,

No one heard his year to be reunited with his wife.

Everyone was just happy.. Happy he was awake and breathing.

"Hajiya please" he pleaded through muffled voice. He slowly found the strength to remove her hand from his mouth so he could talk clearly.

"Please call her home. I miss her so bad by Allah. Please tell her to come home, tell her that her husband is yearning for her touch, he is yearning to see her.. Even a glimpse of her"

"That would be impossible Haidar" Hajiya replied sadly.

"Why? It is very easy Hajiya. She will listen to you"

"And if she comes back what will you tell her?"

"I will ask for forgiveness, for I brought nothing but tears to those beautiful pious eyes"

"For how long will you ask for forgiveness Haidar?"

"For as long as I can Hajiya. I beg of you to bring back my wife home"

She was quiet for a while.

She was contemplating her reply,

"I will no longer plead for Burdah to come and plead her to be patience. She deserves happiness even if it means you letting her go Haidar"

"SubhanaAllah Hajiya. What are you saying?!" Ahmaad asked shocked as he sit up on the white hospital bed.

"And I will make sure she gets that happiness she deserves, that innocent girl has been through so much because of this family."

"But Hajiya you cannot separate two people who love each other. Allah promised us in the glorious Qur'an that indeed with every hardship comes ease, she should be a little more patience"

Hajiya let out a hearty laugh, "Mashaa Allah! I remember those days when you were so young and I was finding it difficult to explain to you that verse."

"I'm sorry if you feel like I've disrespected you"

"Do what you want Ahmaad, but remember I will keep my words also. Insha Allah"

With that being said she slowly leave the room and requested for Salman to come take her home, back to Dukku where she belongs.

***

Fatima adds a little amount of sugar to the piping hot mug of tea, she stirred it with a teaspoon before proceeding to the small hut outside their home where Mukky and Ayman were sitting enjoying the cool breeze.

"Here.." She said placing the mug before Mukhtar who didn't even acknowledged her presence. He was so deep in thought with his hand underneath his chin as he stare into space.

Fatimah turned to her cousin who gave Mukky a pity look. It was confirmed to her that when she went away to prepare tea for him he told Ayman everything that was bothering him.

Maybe he didn't want her to hear.

She thought before snapping her finger before his eyes making him raise his eyebrows at her in confusion.

"The tea, it's getting cold!" She simply gestured sitting on the chair opposite the two boys.

"Oh, I didn't see that there. Thank you"

"Your welcome" she dismissed staring at him as he slowly sip the tea.

It was so obvious he was in distress, that something was bothering him.

He called Ayman out of the blue saying he needs to meet him soon so Ayman texted him Teemah's address cause he was staying for the meantime before going back to London.

"Baba will home soon, you better get inside it's late" her cousin shooed her away and Fatima frown at him.

"He won't be here until in thirty minutes, I'm sure that's enough time to Mukky for tell us whats up" she replied stubbornly.

"He is fine. Get inside please"

"Ayman!" She called warningly.

"Teemah please." After a hard staring competition between the two she huffed out a breath and hissing before stomping away.

"You didn't have to do that" Mukhtar said placing his empty mug on the table.

"I figured out you didn't want her to know, besides we can't make her hate her mother in law even before meeting her"

"Her what!?' Mukhtar yell shocked.

"Mother in law" he casually replied making Mukky more shock.

"Ayman Kabeer!"

"Mukhtar Abba Gorge! It's so clear you are in love with her and it's so obvious she is in love with you too"

"Ayman not now. I can't deal with all this especially now. I am in a very vulnerable and tight space man, drop the topic and let's move on"

"If you say so man"

Ayman shrug making Fatimah to close her mouth in happiness, tip toeing slowly she ran inside the house and to her room, she can't let them know that she overhead them.

Falling flatly on the floor,

Her heart fell in the pit of her stomach,

Mukhtar loves her.

He didn't deny it!