Nigeria Abuja.
Haneesa's POV

"Keh Haneesa, Ahmaad is here" Ya Mukky grumpily inform entering the kitchen. I literally jumped getting a saucer to serve the chocolate and red velvet cake with sugar finger licking icing i just baked. All this while Ya Mukky was watching me intensely as I walk up and down trying to make the appetizers perfect for Ahmaad.

         It has been a month since Ahmaad started seeing me and Alhamdulilah we are making lots of progress. Ya Mukky on the other hand doesn't do Ahmaad and when I ask him why he says 'he doesn't feel it when he is around, we just don't click'

I fake a smile at him and walk away cause nothing hurts in the world to know that your brother doesn't approve of the guy you see a future with. But either ways I wished he felt a little ounce of guiltiness and lie and say to me that he is starting to like Ahmaad but who I'm I kidding he is Mukhtar Abba Gorge.. He just doesn't care as long as he is speaking his heart contents.

      Little I found out from Ahmaad about his family is that he has three younger siblings (all girls), he is very close with his cousin whose wife is very nice, He loves his grandma more that anything in the world and his mother is a typical Fulani mom. That's all he is willing to say which seems very weird to me, I mean he knows everything about my family even Jaffar who is an abomination to talk about in this house.

"Boooooohh!" Ya Mukky yell over my shoulder and I shriek falling on the ground as I watch the cake smash. He immediately burst into laughter while I start to cry in annoyance. Ya Allahu all my hard work.

"Don't tell me your crying, haba I am so sorry" he said kneeling over and carrying the cake with his hand and placing it on the saucer, he licks the icing off his finger moaning in delight "Wow yayi dadi" 

"Leave me alone!!" I yelled collecting the saucer and throwing the cake in the dustbin before running to my room.

I knew i should have made six slices of cake. I cried on the bed forgetting about Ahmaad who was waiting patiently in the living room. Too much embarrassment for me to handle.

"Haneesa lafia? Ahmaad has been waiting for you since and you are here sleeping" Maami complain entering the room while I close my face with the pillow more. "I thought Hayrah told you the do's and don't's already. Ha'an don't keep him waiting. Jare stand up!"

"Maaaaaaami" I sat and she gasp. "Now why are you crying?"

"Ya Mukky made me throw the cake I made on the floor"

"So that's why you are crying. Stand up and go and meet Ahmaad this instance, don't let me repeat myself. You and your childish behavior" she scold and I wash my face, dried it and applied a little white powder and lip balm on my chapped lips. I spray some perfume and grabbed my maroon long hijab then went downstairs to meet a worried Ahmaad.

"I thought nayi laifi neh ai Anee. (I offended you) I hope all is well and why are your eyes red? Have you been crying?" he bombarded me with questions as I say my salaam and he replied. I told him what happened and he laugh while i glare at him.

Hahaha.. What the hell? Did I say a joke or can't he see my facial expression right now?!

"Awwn princess that's so nice of you but why waste your precious tears on something that's not worth it?"

"I made it with so much love you won't understand how annoying it was" I sniff

"Cry-cry baby"

"Mock me if you like, I'm even going seff you can entertain yourself" I said standing up and he stopped me.

"I am so sorry Anee, please stay besides you won't be seeing me for another two weeks" he said and I stopped in tracks.

"Why?"

"I am going home In Shaa Allah, I want to inform my parents about you and when I'm back you will be officially mine" he said and I stare at him shock.

"Don't you think it is early?"

"Nothing is early, I am very eager to make you mine wallahi. I can't wait any longer"

"We will see then, goodnight" I say walking away before reality sinks into me. I am getting married!

Amtullah's POV

         "I am sooooo happy for you babes! Eeeekk when is the wedding? Oh God I will be the maid of honour. So much work to do" I yelled imagining Haneesa rolling her eyes at me.

"Calm down, he needs to talk to his parents first besides I am sad"

"Why are you sad? Haneesa don't lie tell me the truth do you feel the jitters with Ahmaad?"

"Yes I do Amtullah"

"Then why the heck are you sad?"

"Cause I will be leaving home. Ahmaad made with very clear that we will be living in Gombe after marriage" she said and I oh-ed. That means we will be miles away from each other. Wow!

"Amatullah are you still there?" She asked and I nod my head before realizing she wasn't here with me.

"Yes love and I'm happy for you even though I'll miss you besides we've never been away from each other it's just so hard to accept the fact the we will be because of marriage" I sigh popping two skittles in my mouth.

"I know, I love you so much and heyyyy auntyyyy I'm only one call awayyyy"

"And I'll be there to save the dayyyy" I complete singing one call away by Charlie Puth and she laugh.

"I know you will and I am so scared. Gosh! He lives in this big family house and growing up I only had Adda Hayrah and Ya Mukky as siblings.. I don't know how I will cope there with many family members." she said on the verge of tears.

"Cry cry Haneesa don't start with the waterworks please madammm. And you will fit in perfectly In Shaa Allah"

"Don't cry cry me. Keh you know how I tend to be sometimes.. Some days my shaidanu will start and I'll start doing iskanci for everyone.. What if they don't put up with my behaviours. nikam I can't handle too much pressure gaskia." she rambled while i just nod in the  appropriate place to nod and hmm in the right place.

"Over exaggerator are you done? Ehen go and sleep DanAllah you are starting to get clingy and annoying"

"I hate you! Goodnight"

"Love you too baby" I said ending the call. I lay on the bed eating skittles before my phone decides to ring again. Thinking it's Haneesa I answer the call without checking the ID and Mukhtar voice comes.

"Mstw" I hissed

"Ammatu please don't end the Call, listen to me DanAllah. Please baby" he plead and the curious part of me that wants to hear what he has to say doesn't end the call but the hatred part of me wants to delete his number.

"Speak!" I urged and he thank me before proceeding.

"Ammatu please can I meet you, please only five minutes.. I promise you it will be quick"

"I am sorry no"

"Amatullah please for the sake of Allah" he said and i couldn't resist.

"Where?"

"I'm outside your house" he said and I end the call dressing in a purple and white silk bubu. it better be quick.

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       Mukhtar park the car in a deserted park like this and he get off the car and I followed scared. I know he won't hurt me but being here in this scared place in the night with a play boy is terrifying. Guilt rushes over me as I think about Mubarak.. i won't cheat on him cause as a boyfriend and girlfriend i shouldn't be seen with another guy in the night in the middle of nowhere.

"Talk or i leave" i snap

"Please can you not be sassy at least" he hissed and i roll my eyes at his silly behaviour.

"Then what the hell should i be? Nice?"

"Ammatu let's not fight.. Baby I'm sorry"

"Wow!" I laughed a bitter kind of laugh "sorry? Baby? Hold it there mister, I am in a relationship and save your sorry for you self. I ain't here for crap"

"Relationship? Oouuu someone has moved on so fast" he teased and I laugh

"Mukky please, it's been two years what do you expect me to do? Sit and wait for you to come back? Nah it doesn't work that way. I am of marriageable age, baba wants to see my married so he can fulfill the promise he made to my late mom before she left, all my brothers are woosh! Gone and they are living happily with their little family. I am a girl, I am suppose to get married first not my younger brothers and look where I am now.." I said flinging my hands dramatically.

"So you think the only solution is to jump on the first guy that approaches you?"

"No.. I think the only solution is getting over your damn looks and finally settling down with someone who really likes me"

"Ammatu do you just realized you admitted i'm handsome" he smirked moving closer to me making my insides jump but my sincere part moves backwards.

Mubarak! Mubarak!! Mubarak!!!

Is the only thing I am thinking about right now.

"Egoistic bastard! Stay away from me"

"Now your calling me a bastard? Wow baby"

"Stop calling me baby and take me back home enough of talking, It's getting late" I said adjusting my veil and shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. I look up to meet his eyes and he instantly wet his pink lips making my knees go weak.

"So you still feel for me. Yeye girl stop lying and acting like you are over me" he laughed and i roll my eyes.

"Mukky please take me home"

"Not until I get a kiss" he said pointing to his lips and that's when my waterworks started. I knew i shouldn't have agreed to follow him he is still a bloody player.

"Mukky don't please.. Let's not play this silly game" I beg opening the car and he lock it pinning me to the car.

"Just one, you have no idea how i badly missed you" he said his voice cracking now "you have no idea the shit I went through in London, Amtullah this might be our last interaction so please just give me one kiss" and by now his tears were dripping on my hand mixing together with mine.

"Don't say that you fish. You won't go anywhere"

"Ammatu I might die"

"Now your scaring me, tell me please what happened back in London huh?"

"It's fuc-" he starts but I hit his mouth "no bad words"

"I wasn't going to say the F word" he defend pouting.

"Eheeeen? So what were you going to say?"

"I was about to say, It's fuc--asticly dangerous"

"Liar! You just made that up" I laughed and he joined me.

"Toh Naji.. I am a liar and you are cute" he said pinching my cheek and I swat his hand away. 

"Anyways as i was saying, it's dangerous but i need you to back me up on this one"

"I'm always here but tell me what the heck is up"

"Not now" he said and i roll my eyes, I was about to talk again when he cut me off by pecking my cheek.

"Mukhtarrrrrr!!!!!!!!" I yelled in anger while he run "better run cause Allah if I catch you ehnnn your name is flipping sorry!!!!!!"

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Ahh it's almost iftaar and here i am writing😩 lollllll😪😪 sha I love you guys saisa and the real journey of HFP starts in chapter eleven that's why I was eager to update💃

Auntyyyy and unclessssss (if there is one😉) who thinks Mukky and Ammatu are cute together?

Mubarak and Amtullah or Mukhtar and Amtullah? Me i prefer......ehem ehem😜

prepare your anko's cause you are invited to Ahmaad's and Haneesa's wedding.. The real journey begins in Gombe state.. Who is coming?

Can't believe we are in chapter ten already😮😮 Oh God i talk too much🙊

Vote, comment and share💕 nikam i'm off to prepare for iftaar.. If you like stay here and read this chapter😂😂