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Feeling a hand sneak around her waist, Amtullah gasp in shock as she drops the plate in her hand making it shatter into small tiny pieces. She let out a shrill before turning to look at Sadiq who was now on his knees to pick up the broken plate.

"Leave it, I'll do it" she quickly offer bending down to help.

"No it's my mess, I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that" he smiled his dimple popping on his left cheek.

She quickly averted her gaze,

Damn he is soooo handsome...

But her heart is sealed to another someone unfortunately.

"I'm sorry" he said as she grabs a broom to pack up the mess.

"It's okay, I was just about to serve your breakfast. Just give me two minutes"

"Amtullah we need to talk!" He replied dismissing her talk about breakfast. She felt her heart crunch in distress, she doesn't deserve Sadiq, not at all. He is too good for her. He doesn't deserve someone who doesn't love him, someone whose heart belongs to someone else.

"You will be late for work" she smiled getting another plate and serving him the fries and egg with sausage.

"Work can wait. Thank you" he said collecting the mug of coffee and they walked to the dinning table.

"Tell me!" He commanded and her red bloodshot eyes meet his light brown ones in confusion.

"What?"

"His name"

Her heart fell in the pit of her stomach.

"Sadiq I-"

"Amtullah please, we've been married for what now? Almost three weeks and a person in his right mind will see your not happy, you love someone else and your losing it because your not with the person, I know our marriage happened fast. I don't even know but from the little I know is that your an amazing girl and I love you so much to want to see you happy. If that person will make you happy then I am willing to let you go back to him"

SubhanaAllah.

Did he just say he will let her go?

She burst out into tears almost immediately, she isn't crying cause her heart is bleeding and aching to be with Mubarak but cause she lost such an amazing husband and that is Sadiq. She lost him.

"Stop crying please, it's breaking my heart" he said handing her a tissue and she collect it dabbing her face with it.

"I-i'm sorry. I failed you as a-a wife" she cried in a muffled voice.

"No you didn't. You are the world's best wife darling, never once did you complain to me to let you go. You fulfilled your duty as a wife even though you heart was bleeding uncontrollably. I've fallen deeply in love with you Amtullah but I'll get over it. You deserve happiness"

"You deserve happiness too Sadiq. You're such an amazing guy wallahi"

"Thank you, it means a lot. Now tell me his name?"

"Mubarak" she let the name roll from her tongue casually. God it hurts to even say his name.

"Mubarak is a lucky guy"

"S-sadiq I-i-"

"I divorce you. You're a free woman now"

Amtullah could swear her heart stopped beating for a minute. Did he just say the words?!

"No! This is all so wrong. What about you!?" She yelled standing up and he flashed her a pained smile.

"I'll be fine. Now go and become Mrs Mubarak"

She didn't know when she wrapped her hands around his neck and bury her head in his chest. She hugged him tight, crying and whimpering loudly. After registering what was happening, Sadiq slowly hug her back allowing her to cry her heart out. It was the first time she was even touching his hand and probably the last.

"Thank you Sadiq"

"Anytime princess" and with that she let go of him slowly, her heart was beating fast, really fast as she looked at him one last time for approval and he nodded his head smiling at her.

Giving him one teary smile. he gave her his car keys and she runs out of the house driving back to her lost lover, for she is Mubarak's Amtullah.

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Nabila snuggles baby Asma closer to her body as she yawns loudly. The house was utterly quiet! after Salman's parents, Abba and Inbihaj arrived from Gombe since last week, Abba bought a house in Kaduna seeing they will be staying there for only God knows when. It is a big six bedroom house and it was enough for everyone to drown in his sorrows.

Her phone rings and she quickly answer it not wanting to wake Asma. Everyone has left for the hospital leaving only her and Asma.

"Hello?"

"Please open the door for me"

"Rakiya?!"

"Be fast!" And with that she ends the call. It's been long since she heard from her sister and only God knows where in the world she has been. The last time she heard from her was when their father fell sick and the rushed him to the hospital, that time she was off for a friend's wedding in Yola.

Slowly getting off the bed so she wouldn't wake the baby up, she tied her head tie securely around her head before going downstairs to open the door.

"Where are the rest?!" she asked as she entered the house.

"Walaikum Salaam to you too sister"

"Please. Are you home alone?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Good, get your veil let's go outside" she said removing her shades and slumping on the couch.

"And do what? Rakiya where in the world have you been? Do you even know what this family has been through? Ya Haidar is still not awake even after ten stitches" Nabila cried in annoyance.

"I've been looking for husband Nabila and I've found one. Wallahi I am tired of this family, this house and all the people in it. I know Yaya is still not awake and that suits him for marrying someone that is not from our tribe. Ummah warned him didn't she? Now please quit all this and let's go, my fiancé is waiting outside. I want you to meet him"

"Looking for husband!? And that's your brother we are talking about, Rakiya are you for real!? Don't tell me you are siding Ummah on this! And which fiancé? Your family is in crisis and your here busy finding husband for yourself"

"I'm not siding anyone on this, don't even try to blackmail me by saying he is my brother, I know that. You were not there when he humiliated me during his Fulani day. I love him so much but he threatened to beat him that day because of his so called wife"

"And that's why you're keeping malice with him? Because of a one day thing? You know him, he will never do that"

"You won't get it Nabila, please let's quit all this nonsense."

"Nonsense you say?"

"Muhammad is waiting for me, just get your veil"

"And where did you find this Muhammad of yours?"

"Yola mana, at a friend's wedding. You see he is Fulani seff, he can even speak the language. I'm sure Ummah won't have a problem with him"

"So now just because he is not Fulani we can't get married to a man!?" She gasped shaking her head unbelievably.

"Yes better look for someone who is Fulani. Nabila you don't want to fall in Ummah's black book, I can hook you up with Muhammad's younger brother. That will be perfect!"

"Don't worry about it. I'll just get my veil" and with that she runs back upstairs, grabbing her veil she turned around to leave when her phone beeped, it was a message. She quickly grabbed her phone and her heart sunk in her chest when she read it;

Jay♥♥: Hey princess! It's lunch time, I'm starving so better grab something fast and turn on your face time. Remember we have to eat together!! Ily!

She quickly wipe away the tear that escaped her eye before typing a quick reply.

Me: eat without me. I'm not hungry! Besides I have something important to do right now. Catch you later!

Jay♥♥: you know I can't. I'll wait for you. Be safe!

Came his reply immediately and Nabila felt a smile tear her face.

And that's how Ummah wants her to let this guy go cause he is not Fulani?

That will be utterly impossible!

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"It's late, we should leave. Hajiya you look sleepy"

"Just five more minutes" she yawned as she adjusted her sitting in the silver chairs of the waiting area. They have been there all day and there is still no response from Ahmaad.

Inbihaj and Mommy (Salman's mother) left for home earlier cause Nabila called that Asma was crying furiously and Mommy was knackered out.

"Okay" he agreed as he paced up and down.

It felt like five agonizing minutes but when the time was finally up, Hajiya felt like giving up.

She had been strong and hopeful enough but now she was really losing hope.

Ahmaad is never waking up.

They can just as well go back to Gombe and continue living their life while praying for him.

Abba noticed his mother's expression and he felt his heart drop in the pit of his stomach.

"Hajiya, I lost my son" he spoke so lowly staring into space.

Hajiya couldn't find the voice in her to console him and tell him otherwise cause she herself has given up...

So she did what she could only do..

She held her son's hand in her own fragile ones and slowly asked him to repeat after her,

"Innalilahi wa'ina ilaihi rajiun"

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Nobody should Ammah me.. I am trying to nurse my heart too over here💔

And oh one word for Sadiq😍!!!

Do you think Amtullah did the best thing by leaving him so she could be with Mubarak who might not want her back😕😨

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