Assalam Alaikum beautiful people.

I know I've wronged you all by not updating for almost a month now. Abii it has already been a month😩 sorry my people.. Thank you for being patient and dropping by sweet comments.. Ammah is fine by the grace of God at least I am doing okay with a dislocated leg😭😭😭

Oya let me fill you guys about my sudden disappearance😪 hmm

So school was getting hectic with exams and all, I left everything in the hands of Allah fah😅😅 biko I can't kill myself because of school, I cannot come and kill myself again because of school and I cannot come and go and kill my self because of SCHOOL😂😂 aswearrrr to godddddd😴

Then I was jeyjelly walking ooh and GBAM! I dislocated my leg😑 long story short I am on bed rest but Alhamdulilah I am getting better.

Lastly my lazy ass body was too lazyyyyy to update😪😫 I am sorry loves❤ don't worry Ammah is back at it again,💃💃 now manage this short chapter and shower me with love I promise I will update soonnnnnnn not late soon😂 soon soon😉🌸

Oya read...🙏😘 but mind you this chapter is pregnant.. Like pregnant, pregnant fah😱😲😬

Nigeria, Abuja.

Haneesa slowly walks downstairs dressed in a black hijab with eye swollen and lips chapped.. She has been discharged from the hospital two days ago and people were still busting in and out of their house to send their condolences. She hated when people reminded her of him, especially annoying aunties and visitors who came just to gossip. It is rightly said when you die that's when people care, that's when you suddenly become a celebrity. Huff! One aunty even said 'Alla ya maimai ta mana' (may Allah repeat this event for us)
Aauzubillahi minna shaidani rajeem! People of nowadays, some were talking about Rahma Sadau's new film.. Ya Allahu! May God help us..

"Haneesa, where have you been? Haa'an is this how to behave? You will just lock yourself up in your room" one of her aunties spoke making everyone turn their attention to her, she decides to ignore her cause talking back to her will be pointless, that's how she is. She walks to the kitchen but stops in tracks when she hears two women talking about her

"Hmm you know that his last daughter ai she got married but up till now neither her husband or his family have showed up to bring their condolences"

"DanAllah? Kai I heard that she married on commoner from Gombe.. Maybe he jinxed her serf who knows"

"Ahtoh, and you know non of his family members showed up for her wedding events"

"Hmm only God knows which Kain of man Abba Gorge married his daughter to.. Now he has left leaving her in the hands of weird people.. He has caused for his daughter..." she couldn't hear more, it hurt her. Some people just didn't care, they should fear Allah fisabillilah if they won't fear the wrath of the family members, haba! There is a limit to everything. She runs to her room and falls on the bed crying, she couldn't help but accept the fact that most of the things they said was true, Ahmaad still haven't showed up and and never called her. Is Ummah that heartless? Can't she at least consider her dead father? Ya Allah! Only you can heal the pain in this poor girl's heart.. Grant her patience and courage to pass this test.

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Amtullah opens the door and there standing was Mukhtar standing by the door handsomely with his hands in his pockets and black face cap covering his face, she hesitated to let him in but was taken aback when he pushed her and enter the house.. Her father was once again on one of his business trips and she was all alone at home, actually she was all dressed up waiting for Mubarak to come and pick her, they were going on a date.

"Mukky I'm going out now" she said pushing the door and not bothering to lock it with the key, she is going out just now so whats the use of stressing her self. He turned to face him and he walked out of the kitchen holding a can of coca cola before settling on the couch.

"I don't care" came his simple reply, if there is one thing that changed about the Mukhtar we know is that he became quiet, rude and only finds peace when he is with Amtullah.. His friends could rarely believe this is the Mukhtar Abba Gorge they know but the death of his uncle really shook him.

"Mukky what are you doing to yourself?" She huffed jumping on the same couch as him but maintaining some distance between them.

"Ammatu please not again, just let me be!" He growled dropping the can of the drink on the center table and dropping his head on her lap which made her gasp.

"Mukhtar get off me!"

"Amtullah please don't shut me out like everyone. My dad left me, my mom left me also.. My dad figure left me too so please don't do the same to me wallahi I won't be able to take it" he said and at that moment she didn't care about what is right and wrong.

"Don't say that, it will be fine"

"No tell me the truth please.." He starts sitting up "i'm I that bad that everyone is leaving me? I know I am not perfect, I play so much but I'm i not manageable?"

"Mukky stop saying rubbish, stop being negative and look at the bright side of life. You have me, Haneesa, Maami, Adda Hayrah and everyone out there so don't say you are alone" she wrapped her hands around his neck hugging him tightly and he hugged back, she doesn't know what is happening to her but she is damn sure she still feels for Mukhtar.

"I love you Ammatu, I am so sorry for everything that I've caused you just know I never stopped loving you" he whispered making her insides dance, did he just say he loves her? Maybe it's one of his silly games again we all know him and playing around so why bother take what he says to heart.

He places his lips on her neck kissing her slowly and she backs away feeling uncomfortable.

"I have to re touch my makeup before my boyfriend arrives" she said and the door bang shut making her gasp. she rushes to the door but only to catch a glimpse of Mubarak's car zooming off.. Ina lilahi wa'ina ilaihi rajiun. He saw them, he saw her!

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Gombe, Duku town.

Ahmaad walks inside his mother's room pacing up and down as he breath heavily. His mother was seated on the bed reading a magazine not paying heed to him, this child doesn't know his mother yet does he?

"Ummah" he called trying to sound calm but his voice came out in a rude and angry manner.

"Haidar" she answered nonchalantly.

"Ummah it has been days to already almost a week and i have no idea what my wife is going through over there please let me go to her" he plead falling on his knees and she hissed loudly ignoring him.

"Ummah DanAllah, she is my wife i need to be with her, only Allah knows what she is going through now. Is her father getting better, is he not getting better.. Only Allah knows" he cried, it was killing him slowly and the fact that his mother couldn't see was annoying.

"Are you done? Now leave my room and go to your real wife" She said and which led to him saying rude words to his mother, he was angry beyond words.. What did he do to deserve this punishment? Why can't she just let him be?

"sometimes I doubt if you are even my mother wallahi.. Why will you not let me live my life! What is wrong with you for goodness sake? is your hatred for Haneesa that much?! Allah will judge you and revenge for me....I" he couldn't compete his sentence cause Ummah had already slapped him, she was fuming with rage.

"How dare you Haidar? How dare you?! I am your mother don't forget that, I carried you in my womb for nine months and this is what i get in return. Insult and disgrace? So you have the right to talk back to me, to talk as if I am your mate. I know you might think i hate you but I love you more than anyone in the world and this is my way of expressing my love for you by making the right decisions for you in life. Don't let me use my mouth on you cause you very well know a mother's tongue. Try to avoid fitina and I promise you will live your life in peace. Now be an obedient child and leave my room before I say what both of us will regret"

"Ummah I am sorry, please forgive me"

"A mother can never stay angry at her son for long so please go and let me be for a while." she said closing her eyes and breathing in and out, he nod his head leaving the room with many thoughts clouded in his mind. He needs to get rid of his anger, he needs to get rid of the things that are bothering him in life. He needs love and soon before he loses it. Step by step he founds himself in Munayarh's room where she just stepped out from the bathroom in her towel. Eye raping her she smirked knowing very well what was in for them tonight, he couldn't resist her beauty daman, she always knew it.

"Baby.." She spoke closing the distance between them and placing her hand on his chest in a seducing manner. "What is bothering my baby.." She continues her voice hoarse, he looks at her then his eyes flick to her lips and before she could talk again he was already hovering over her and that's how they made love to each other that night with Haneesa breaking into pieces back in Abuja.

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Oya the journey has just begun.. Buckle your seatbelt cause i am about to take you on the ride of your life.
And yes, she lost her dad😭 sometimes we just gotta touch a little bit of reality to have fun don't we??
Anyways lets vote, comment and share.. And Mubarak lovers💃 where are you people hiding? Should he forgive Amtullah or not? Come and comment your opinions✨

Okay bye❤ I talk too much