Gombe state.

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Two days went by in a blur, Rakiya's in laws arrived yesterday and attended the Kamu event which was organized in a venue. The event was bomb! Everyone looked fine in their anko, a pink and black with touch of white Ankara. The bride was dressed in a maroon iro and buba. She looked pretty.

"It's official! Mrs Rukayya Muhammad" people yodelled running up and down the house. Haneesa who had Aslaha clasped to her hip ran inside Rakiya's room were she was sitter with her friends, cousins and relatives. She beamed, "Congrats Rakiya"

"Thank you Adda Haneesa" she replied smiling, her eyes were shinning with happiness.

"Won't you at least shed a tear?" Inbihaj teased

"Why should I do that? I am married to the man of my choice remember?" She rolled her eyes and everyone gasped teasing her. Inna Aisha came inside the room announcing the groom has arrived. The retouching of makeup was done and everyone walked downstairs to Abba's living room were the groom and his friends were. Haneesa noticed how Ahmaad and Salman were talking to groom, Muhammad in hushed tones and she sighed. Tapping Inbihaj, she pointed at their husbands and Inbihaj groaned.

"They are scaring the poor boy"

"I know"

"Everyone let's leave the bride and the groom to themselves please.." Inbihaj clapped her hands and everyone started to leave the living room one by one including Ahmaad and Salman who were sending daggers to Muhammad.

"No need to thank me, you have only five minutes before the elders enter for the nasiha" Inbihaj smiled at them before closing the door.

"Hey princess..." Ahmaad gushed walking towards Haneesa and she blush. "Hi prince"

He stared at her puzzled for a while before he chuckled, "oh not you. I was talking to Aslaha" he pointed at the dancing baby who was throwing her hands his direction. A gesture that meant 'carry me!!!'

Haneesa pout, "Allah ya isa" she said angry before passing the baby to him.

He laughed "haba baby. You know you are my queen.."

"I've heard you, now let me go and find Haseeba. She has been with Aslam since morning because this your naughty princess won't let me be"

"She is not naughty, just extremely cute" he replied following her down the stairs.

"Whatever" she bumped into Haseeba who was trying to pacify a crying Aslam.

"I have been looking for you since, he was sleeping and then he woke up due to all the yodelling so he started crying.." Haseeba explained as she hand him to his mother.

"I knew it, thank you Haseeba just make some milk for Aslaha, I will breastfeed Aslam"

"Okay" She replied and Ahmaad stopped her, "just meet us back at our side" he inform and she nod her head before walking away.

"We can't leave now Ahmaad! Rakiya will be leaving and this might be our last time seeing her" Haneesa complain as he held her hand firmly while walking back to their side from Ummah's side.

"Yola is not forever. We can even visit her if we like but right now I need some family time"

"Don't be such a baby, look even Aslam is not crying anymore"

"That's because you are holding him.."

She laughed "you don't even make any sense"

"Just come with me"

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Haneesa gasped at the sight before her, it was a Chinese dish that was served on the center table in the living room. She smiled sitting on the couch while her eyes roam on the food, she badly wanted to get a bite but Aslam was crying so she decided to breastfeed him first. Ahmaad clasped Aslaha in her rocker and positioned it before the television were a cartoon was showing, she will fall asleep soon, Haseeba should be fast with the milk. She thought.

Ahmaad excused himself to change from his traditional clothes, he came out dressed a sweatpants and plain black T-shirt. Haneesa couldn't help but stare at him as he caressed Aslam's hair. The guy's eyes were dropping slowly as he captured Ahmaad's finger in his small hand.

After a short while someone knocked on the door and Ahmaad slowly remove his finger from Aslam's fist before walking to the door and collecting the bottle of milk fr Haseeba. He thanked her and she left before feeding Aslaha. It took them approximately twenty minutes before they finished tending to their babies, they were now fast asleep in their baby rockers when Ahmaad brought out a chocolate cake from the fridge, in bold written, 'I LOVE YOU'

"Aww habibty all this for me?" She cooed wrapping her hands around his neck as he helped her zip up her blouse.

"Yes, I feel like I am neglecting my beautiful, gorgeous, amazing wife" he placed a kiss on her forehead making her insides to dance.

"Oh sweetheart.." She sigh before turning her attention to the food. They ate in silence, stealing kisses here and there before he finally brought up the conversation he has been wanting to talk about.

"Anee.. I just want you to know that I'm here for you okay? Babe talk to me" She avoided his gaze before making an excuse to grab a table knife so she can cut the cake. He sighed, this is going to be hard.

"Here I will feed you.." He collected the piece of cake and she let him feed her. He was staring at her lovingly, pleadingly and without any notice she burst into tears. Dropping the cake on the saucer, her pulled her in a comforting hug.

"Shh love, it will be okay" he kissed her ear lobe. She clutched onto his T-shirt tightly, jumping on his lap.

"Ahmaad I can't get over the guilt. I failed Hajara... Ya Rabb"

"You did the right thing Anee"

"But I promised her and I failed her. She must be wondering 'where is that aunty that promised to take me to Abuja?' 'Did she lie to me?' She must be worried about her sister Binta.. Now she will get married all because of me"

"This is not your fault Anee, it isn't trust me. You were just trying to help but you couldn't, you tried Anee, you tried your best" he comforted

"But I failed.." She slowly let go of him. "I failed. I failed."

"Haneesa" he called firmly, she turned to face him. They are back on the Haneesa term!

"You are going to listen to me and you are going to let this matter go. you tried, you really did but it didn't go as planned. you will not beat yourself to it okay? You will be fine darling, you have me. Aslam and Aslaha.. We are with you"

"But Hajara.."

"There is a limit to everything Haneesa, you can't save everyone"

She sighed standing up, "but I can at least save one person right?"

"Wallahi'l azeem you are driving me crazy"

"Think about it Ahmaad, we can at least save one. Only one"

He moved closer to her and engulfed her in a hug. "Let's get some sleep"

"No! I want to save Hajara.."

"You are whining now"

"If you really love me Hajara will be here with me" she let go of his warm embrace.

"I don't know what more I can do.."

"We can take Hajara with us.. To Abuja"

"I feel like this conversation is over"

"Fine! Then so be it!" She yelled before walking to her room and slamming the door behind her.

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"You are being irrational and inconsiderate best friend!" Amtullah sigh through the face time, she was sitting on her bed munching on a pack of lays while Haneesa was breastfeeding Aslaha, Aslam was on the bed playing as usual.

"I know but you won't understand how connected I felt with Hajara. Ammatu have you seen the girl? So innocent" Haneesa wiped away her tears.

"I get were you are coming from but understand what Ahmaad is saying also. Honestly don't push him so far" she advice.

"Well he should try and understand what I am saying also! Amtullah back me up on this" she groaned

"You know I will always tell you the truth right? You should let this go please. Don't ruin your marriage life because of this trivial issue"

Haneesa sighed. "You won't get, just forget it" she ended the face time and threw her phone on the bed. When she noticed Aslaha was asleep, she laid her on the bed and put a pillow beside her so she will not turn and fall. She was still mad at Ahmaad so when she heard a knock on the door she ignored it. He kept knocking and when she was fed up she opened the door annoyed.

"What is it?" She asked and he rolled his eyes.

"Won't you serve me dinner?" He asked and she kept quiet staring at him. He was still in his sweat pants and T-shirt so she figured out he will be sleeping with them since it's past Isha prayers.

"I didn't cook anything" she simply replied resisting he urge to hiss at him. She knows how he hates it.

"And what is the meaning of that?" he asked trying to keep his calm but he was obviously loosing it.

"I haven't been cooking since we came back from Dukku because Hajiya said we should eat in Ummah's side!"

"Well I can't go to Ummah's side, it's either you cook something for me now or go and collect food for me from Ummah's side. What did you think I was going to eat?" He asked walking to the living room and she followed him.

"if you are really hungry you can order some Chinese food. I can't cook something now, but I can make some tea if you want" she walked inside the kitchen.

"Haneesa cook for me" he ordered walking inside the kitchen.

"You can survive the night with tea, some people like Hajara are going to bed with an empty stomach" she replied sarcastically and he gripped her wrist turning her around so she was facing him.

"No one is talking about Hajara again in my house!" he yelled.

"So now it is your house?" She asked with tears in her eyes.

"Yes or is it yours?" He raised his eyebrow making the water works for her to start.

"Then you can as well cook for yourself" she yanked her wrist from his hold before walking away.

"If you move one inch I won't forgive you" he yelled making her to stop in tracks. She can't have the angels cursing her because she disrespected her husband so she stopped unwillingly.

"Don't let me say something we will both regret, please" he snapped. Before she could open her mouth to say something they heard a loud sound and someone crying.

"Aslam!" she yelled running inside the room with Ahmaad behind her as they rushed to save their child.

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Do you think Haneesa is being overdramatic?

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And oh; Ammah's dream husband😂
Make sure you read it and lemme hear a big AMEEN😂😂👏

-He should call me habibty not honey, sweetheart or darling. He should say the habibty with so much love and adoration in his eyes😍

-he should be a religious man always waking me up for Fajr prayers.

-Habibty should be caring and loving. He should be damn romantic and he should know how to cook so we can rotate (I can be very lazy) 😂

-Habibty should treat me like Faisal treats baby Ammah😭 cause nikam in baiyi ba za'ayi burauba wallahi😑

-he should have a beautiful qira'ah. SubhanaAllah it should be magical💗

-he should have a one sided dimple so that at least one of our kids will have dimple😩

-he should be fine so that all dem girls will be jealous of habibty😹

Let me stop hear so please baa sisters in Islam if your brother, cousin, friend, course mate, class mate, uncle or any relative of your fits my description he can come and meet my father😂😂😂 my father is now accepting wedding proposals😂😂😂

Oh I am blabbering, bye💖💖

Allah ya kawo Habibty😭😍 ku che Ameen mana😭😭😭😭😭