Ihsan dilated her eyes, her heart pounding in its ribcage. She wasn't expecting him, but wait, who led him to her room? Wasn't he afraid of what people might say? How would he just barge into her room like that? What if she was indecent? Ohh yeah...he's now married to her. Urgh! She had to endure his annoying behaviour. Ya rabb! Daada, she'll deal with him for putting her into this. Yes! She'll deal with him by not talking to him.

He took off his hand from her lips and stood up. "Where are the clothes Maama brought to you yesterday?" He asked, directly looking into her eyes; as he made his way to her closet.

She swiftly got up from the bed, forgetting about the crop top and her bomb short pyjamas. "What do you think you're doing? How would you just open my closet? Sadeeq leave my room, Now!" She was really infuriated, so this guy really had the nerves to just barge into her room, command her to have her bathe and even proceeded into her closet. He surely must be nuts. She's the Ihsan he knew so well, and she isn't going to change!

He looked at her from head to toe, following his gaze; it somersaulted in her what she was wearing. She gasped and slumped back on her bed, covering herself with her duvet.

He couldn't help but let a hearty laugh out, what would he see in her body for god sake? The piercing bones or wrinkled flesh? Mtsww, this girl was seriously annoying. "Ihsan, would you get up and have your bathe or not? And for the second time, where are the clothes Maama gave you yesterday?" he inquired, in a bit harsh and bossing tone.

Ihsan rolled her eyes at him. "Sadeeq, haven't I told you? Get out of my room. And for your information, I'm not bathing today, nor would I wear those heavy clothes," with the wrathful expression on her face, she stretched herself on the bed and closed her eyes.

Sadeeq stood there looking at her, so she thought he was joking right? Let the game start now then. He took off his babban riga, rolled his sleeves, took off the Zanna bukar and walked to the bed. Swiftly, he lifted her up with his strong arms, holding her tightly in them.

Ihsan squeaked and darted her eyes open, her heart beating really fast. "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Take me down!" She was fighting really hard to get out of his hold. But man, the guy was strong!

He looked directly into her orbs, "You're going to take your bathe," with that, he slowly placed her down. She looked around; what?! They are in her bathroom.

Widening her eyes like a saucer's, Ihsan couldn't help but let her eyes get teary. Daada had caused her this, and now; this boy would think she'll do anything he wanted.

Stifling back the tears, she wore her presumptuous expression, with a fiesty look in her eyes "I'm not taking my bathe today, so young man, ohhh sorry, young boy, kindly get your baby self out of my room," she spoke confidently, with her hands at akimbo.

Sadeeq palmed his mouth, with a smirky expression plastered on his face. So this girl really wanted to try him huh? He'll show her who he is. She's his wife, that meant it wouldn't be an act of sinning huh? Well, here she goes!

"Ohh dear wife, don't you know what it means to be a Mrs? Well, let me tell you, I can make you do the things you're not willing to. So it's either you take your bathe peacefully, and tell me where the clothes are, or I'll bathe you my self, and you know me so well to tell others what I'm capable of doing," he enunciated, looking directly into her orbs. She loomed petrified. She knew him to even tell others what he can do; they attended the same secondary school!

She let the tears fell, feeling vulnerable "I'll bathe myself, and the clothes are under the first shelf in the closet," she impotently informed, and made way to where her bathing robes were.

He really wanted to laugh, but he couldn't; she seemed petrified at his threat. "Do quick, they're waiting for us," with that, he walked out of the bathroom and closed the door for her; trying so hard to delete the image of her fair petite frame wearing those skimpy clothes.

He opened the closet and choose a red with stripes of dark green ankara for her, he was sure she'd look good in them. Keeping the clothes aside, he cleared her phone and scarf on the bed, and made the bed; neatly folding the blanket.

He moved over to her studying area and sat on the chair. Hovering over her coloured books; he came across her dairy, which Ihsan treasured the most in her life. Her pen was amidst the papers. He opened the book when his eyes landed on her last writeup, which she wrote after Subh prayer.

~~I'm seriously crying, dear dairy.

So Daada never loved me? If not, how would he get me hitched with my enemy? I don't love him, neither did I hate him, but I seriously don't want anything that has to do with him.

I thought it was all a joke, but could you believe? I, Zainab Ibrahim Karaye, would be the wife of Sadeeq Mustapha Argungun. How ironic life would be. I feel vulnerable, my heart squirmes numerous times upon the thought of this. How would Daada do this to me?

And for Sadeeq, I'll make sure I make his life a living hell, so that he would divorce me, but I don't want to be a young divorcee. I real...~~

Sadeeq quickly closed back the book, when he heard the bathroom's door creaked a jar. But something at the pitch of his stomach kept gnawing at him. So she didn't love him, and nor did he love her too. So the equation was balanced.

She came out of the bathroom, stretching down her short pink towel. Upon seeing Sadeeq on her reading chair, she could clearly remember that she left her dairy on the desk earlier, he might have seen it. Ya Allah! "Sadeeq! What are you doing there? Hope you haven't opened my diary? Get out please," she bellowed, walking over the desk.

Sadeeq turned, he had heard when the door clicked ajar, had it been she found him reading her so called 'secret', only god would save him. He wore a no nonsense expression and turned around, not giving her a room for her talkings. "Oya! Get ready, they're waiting. And I'm not going out of this room without you," he declared with a tone of finality, as he turned his back at her, giving her some privacy.

She stood there mouth agape, before her eyes landed on her well laid bed and the clothes placed on it. 'He would make a nice husband' some part of her heart whispered. She pushed back the thought and looked at him, humbugged.

"What do you mean, Sadeeq? To dress up in your presence or what? Get out of my room abeg, or else; I'll call Ummu wallahi," she spoke adamantly and sat on the bed, slowly applying her lotion on her soft body, that's because she didn't want her body to dry, and the AC wasn't helping with the cold she was feeling.

Sadeeq turned, how she was slowly applying the lotion made him not want to take his eyes off her. He gulped down something in his throat, averted his gaze with aplomb, before speaking with a stern voice. "You're wasting my time, Ihsan. Get ready or I'll get you ready myself. And call Ummu if you can, you're the one to feel shy not me," he shrugged it off and continued scrolling through the congratulatory messages his friend's sent him.

Upon seeing his attention wasn't on her, she quickly finished applying the lotion, wore her under garments and lifted up the blouse; she didn't like traditional clothes, she wanted to protest, but knowing Sadeeq, he wouldn't let himself down, not today.

She loosely tied the head gear on her head, draped the veil on her shoulders before looking at him "I'm done," she mumbled, almost inaudible, but because his attention was on her, he heard it.

He turned around, his eyes almost popped out at the sight of her, lips almost drooled. She looked radiant and unscathed. There was nothing on her face, not even kohl; but still she looked sensational.

"You're not going out like that, as if you were forced into this marriage, add some make up," he spoke and stood up, wearing his Babban riga and cap.

She pouted her lips and stomped her feet on the ground "I'm not in the mood of makeup. Seriously Sadeeq, don't think you can be bossing me around, it's because I'm not in the mood, or else, you know me so well," she rolled her perfectly curved eyes at him, which sent him an unfathomable shiver.

He moved close to her and held her wrist, pulling her towards her vanity stool, he spoke softly "Sit here, let me add some things to your face, it isn't make up." With that he gave her the powder, which she applied without hesistating, he passed her the kohl, of which she applied too.

She stubbornly stood up, "I'm not putting on a coloured lipstick today, I want my lips chapped and dry." With that, she walked off, but was halted by his hold on her wrist.

"It will be little, not that heavy, Ihsan." He didn't wait for her to answer, when he took a maroon lipstick and applied it on her small luscious lips, careful not to smudge her face.

She lifted her eyes up, which fell directly into his, as he was looking at her too. He turned her around, so they could see themselves through the mirror. They looked breathtakingly beautiful. "Here, this is Mrs. Sadeeq, not a sick-like Zainab Ibrahim Karaye," he flashed her his signature smile before guiding her out of the room. Ihsan was quite all this time, his actions got her unaware. Where's the 'hell' he had been bragging about? She wondered where it was.

They descended the staircases, their hands entwined. The women started yodelling upon sighting them, some were smiling at them, whilst some were hushing some words to themselves.

Daada and Abbu sauntered inside the living room. With a triumphant smile on their faces, they sauntered to where the photographer made them stood, amd stood by their sides. The photographer captured the moment, whilst Ihsan looked up at Daada with a pout on her lips, Sadeeq looked up at Abbu with a loving smile on his face.

"Are you sure you don't want any event?" Daada asked for the umpteenth time. They said they didn't want any event, Ihsan was the first to invent the idea, as she had always said "How would I go to the event with this guy standing by my side, in the name of husband? It would be ridiculous."