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SA'ADATU'S POV.

KANO, NIGERIA.

ONE YEAR LATER.

"Wato ba, someone will not make it to heaven. I am sure of it. In fact, the moment that person makes it to the doors, it will be smacked close right in his stupid face." I hissed, as I picked up the last bit of necessity I would need for the day, and dumped it all into the tote bag I had decided to head out with today.

A slight chuckle came from outside the room followed by Anty's bemused voice. "Ikon Allah. Yau kuma ke da wa Sa'adatu?" She inquired, having heard me as well, my best guess is, she happens to be passing by and heard my not so best wishes towards my target.

I do not regret it though.

"Who else kuwa, Anty?" Another slight, annoyed hiss escaped my lips as I picked up my bag, along with my car keys. Giving myself a quick onceover at the mirror, I waved off my appearance, disregarding the slightly ruffled jilbaab I am wearing on top of my pajamas. That, and my most trusted Crocs are evidence enough of my reluctance towards stepping out at this moment, having no choice but to do so.

With another last spray of my perfume to hide the nonexistent stench of me not bothering to even take a shower, I stepped out of my room, closing the door behind me. I found Anty in the kitchen, along with my baby sister, Humaira who is happily munching away on her chips and egg.

Making my way towards her, I playfully pulled her cheeks, then teased. "Gandiya kawai, ba ta azumi."

Humaira offered me a cheeky grin, "Amma, Ya Walida nayi azumi jiya fa." She tried to defend herself.

I hummed, not believing her. "Azumin jemage ba. Half kikayi ko? Sai a dinke da the one you did the other day."

She was quick to shake her head, "Har magriba nayi. Ask Anty, jiya azumi na 9." She lifted both hands, holding up four fingers on one hand, and five on the to express her issue.

I chuckled, then ruffled her hair with one hand, "Oya, you have tried. Kinyi azumi dai dai age naki."

"I am ten not 9!" She argued almost immediately, "And I will soon turn eleven."

"Really now?" I know she would, but the girl is just too small for her age. If you see her, you would think she is seven or something. No wonder she acts mischievous. "If so, then next year try and fast more for Ramadan then." I playfully dared.

She took the challenge though, giving me a determined nod. "Next year, I will do twenty!" She grinned widely, her excitement and enthusiasm almost making me believe her.

"We will see," I turned around, and focused my gaze on Anty, who is discussing with our maid on what to cook for Iftaar. When her gaze met mine, she arched a brow slightly at my outfit. I explained. "Anty I have to head to school. Someone set lectures out of the blue."

"Is that why you have been throwing and cursing someone's generation?" Her tone was filled with amusement.

"Haba Anty, in banda the lecturer does not have a happy home, who sets lectures one week to Eid dan Allah? I am not an undergraduate please, I am doing my M.M.Sc. This is not fair now. I am sure his wife upset him that is why he is venting it out on us poor souls."

Anty chuckled, shaking her head. "Toh, who asked you to go back for M.M.Sc that you are complaining? Ke kika kai kanki." She shrugged.

I could only smile, not knowing how to explain this situation to her. How do I explain that getting a masters was never a dream of mine? That someone I would rather not think of imprinted the like of it in my mind? How do I explain that getting a masters immediately after my service is another way of trying to distract myself from finding myself back in the dark abyss I was in the previous months?

No words could explain, and I did not bother.

Instead, I shifted the topic, "After the classes, I will drop by Abdullahi as well, dole yabani kaya na. In banda iskanci I gave this guy my sallah outfit over two months ago, har yau he refused to bring it. I am sure he has not done it. So yake nayi Sallah like this please?"

Once again, Anty could only laugh at my expense, seeming to love seeing me in such misery. "Ah toh, that is your fault. I told you to give my tailor but apparently mine is too old fashioned for you. Gashi your own tailor is behaving anyhow."

"Ai I will go immediately after the classes, he must make it today wallahi," Throwing a quick glance at the time on my phone, I found myself looking up again. "I will get going now, else I will be late."

"Alright. Drive safely."

"In shaa Allah," With one last wave, and with a promise to buy junk food for Humaira—secretly without her mother knowing of course, I made my way out heading directly towards Anty's car which I had turned into mine.

Finally, she trusts my driving skills and allow me to drive her car, saving me from the heart ache of dealing with Muazu—another person that will not make it to heaven really.

Making my way out of the house, I drove down the streets of Kano, my sole direction at the moment being my university. However, I got stuck in traffic, and while awaiting, my phone suddenly rang. Glancing at the caller ID, a small smile made its way on my face as I tapped the answer button, the person's voice immediately filling the space of the car as my phone had automatically connected to it—I have a thing of leaving my Bluetooth open for reasons like this.

"Masters student, how far? What are you up to?"

"Wa alaikasalam, I am fine thank you for asking," I said instead, and knowingly.

This earned me a slight groan from him, "Sorry, Assalamu alaiki. Now back to my question, what are you up to?"

"I am heading over to school, Zaheer," I breathed out, unable to hide my annoyance. I could not hide it even if I want to. With Zaheer, I find myself being my normal self, and maybe it is because he has been a friend that has seen me through my worst.

After what happened, Zaheer avoided me. He was not at fault, unaware as well, but he seemed to blame himself and thought I would want nothing from him, so he avoided me. I could not stand that though, so I fished him out and talk things through—stressing out the fact that he is not at fault here and that I hold nothing against him.

No matter what, and despite not having any connections with them anymore, the Wambai family gave me a friend in Zaheer, and that is not something I take for granted. If anything, we had managed to become more like best friends since the issue, and every once in a while, he comes to Kano to check up on me. Though I do not say it often, I do appreciate having him in my life truly.

Zaheer snorted at my words, then mockingly said. "Going to school, or going to sleep in class? Which one Madam? You always sleep in class, every single day and later you will say you are going to school. Someone might think you are actually doing something productive there. Was it not you that connected your phone to the speaker and played songs in your class just so the lecturer will leave early? I will soon rat you out for being a mischievous student. The day it backfires on you, you go explain tire, evidence dey."

Did I say I appreciate having him in my life? Yeah, well, I take it back. Someone should take him please, free of charge wallahi—with no return policy.

He did not have to call me out like that.

His words had me narrowing my eyes, despite knowing he cannot see me, "See, Malam, just tell me what do you want? Why are you calling me?"

"Oh, yeah. I will be coming over to Kano for Eid, so be prepared to host me for Iftaar as well. Yawwa."

"This one that you are inviting yourself, who says you are welcomed?"

"Anty of course. Have you forgotten I am now her favorite child?" How can I forget? Zaheer with his charming attitude manage to win over my mother's heart—but he has that influence on people really. It is impossible to hate him.

I rolled my eyes regardless. "Toh naji. Sai kazo. I got to go, the traffic is moving."

"Oya, laters, sleepyhead. And make sure to drive safely." Imagine, Zaheer of all people is asking me to drive safely? He is still the same as ever, unserious, and still a very much reckless driver.

He ended the call before I could retort, so I could only shake my head. I noticed a message from Faiza come in, a voice note but with the traffic indeed moving, I decided to leave it to open later, and instead focused on driving to school safely.

I reached there before my classes began, and upon arriving at the campus, I realized that there are students there. Only, most of them are undergrad students, and once again I found myself hissing. Person dey suffer for undergrad dey come suffer for masters as well. Which kind of wahala is this please?

Keeping my annoyance aside, I fixed my tote bag, uncaring of my looks as I made my way towards the allocated lectures hall. Upon entering, I realized most of the students have arrived as well, so I maneuvered my way further in to find a seat in the lastrow before settling down alone, since I did not have any friend here—there is no one I like truly.

Dropping my bag aside, I noticed the self-proclaimed class rep—once again a masters student feigning class repis just as ridiculous as they come really, setting up the speakers and preparing for the incoming lecturer. I cannot complain about him being ridiculous though, since we all pull pranks every once in a while—even I did, guilty as charged.

The fasting is catching up to me though, coupled with my exhaustion, so I found myself resting my head on the table, flicking my eyes close. Before I know it, I had started to doze off just as Zaheer had predicted, only to wake up later on and realize it is already about forty minutes into the class—and the quiet place showed the lectures is truly ongoing.

Lifting my head up, I saw the lecturer's back as he wrote something on the board. I hissed slightly, knowing I would not understand anything—and instead, rested my head back on the table. Rummaging my bag, I brought out my Airpods, then connected them with my phone.

Plugging the Airpods in, I tapped the WhatsApp icon, and once in the app, I am reminded off Faiza's earlier voice note which I had snoozed. I went straight to our chats, then tapped the voice note, closing my eyes as I waited for her voice to fill up my ears.

Only, it did not only fill my ears, but that of every single person in the hall. Her voice instantly rang through the hall, her words registering,

"Sa'adatu Sulaiman Muhammad! Guess what? I am back in Nigeria and I will drop by your house later. I wanted to surprise you, but I have an even bigger surprise for you. Your forever lover and crush, Yaya is back as well and he will be working in your school, he might even take your class, who knows? Bottom line is, go get him girl! Do not let those years of crushing go down the drain..."

Mortified, my eyes dilated and I hastily tried to turn off the voice note, but the damn screen chose not to work right at that moment. Nashiga uku ni Sa'adatu diyar Sulaimanu jikan Muhammadu Allah jikan rai.

All eyes turned in my direction—even those that do not know me followed the line of sight of those that do, and I found myself being caught like a deer in headlight. Remain small make I scream and run out wallahi. My fingers flew across the screen as I tried everything to turn it off, but it refused to work.

"...I know you will form hard guy, but let us be honest we both know you like him so do not miss this opportunity again. I will help you, we must lock this man in, Yawwa! I will see you later then we will talk more..."

Finally, I decided to just turn off the phone, and only then did the voice note stop. But, the damage was already done. At least, so I thought until I hastily picked up my bag, deciding to just leave the hall before I could embarrass myself further. Whichever lecturer it is, I will never attend his class—end of discussion. Maybe then I save same my generation more embarrassment.

The moment I got on my feet though, my gaze zoomed in front of the hall, and my gaze met that of the lecturer's, already staring back at me. That face, I can recognize it anywhere. Not to mention, the damn bifocals sitting perched up on his nose—his gaze on me, unmoving.

I could swear I cease to breathe then, blood rushing to my cheeks. Suddenly, everyone else's gaze does not bother me, except his penetrating gaze. I waited to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me, and that the real lecturer's face would somehow replace the last face I want to see at that moment, but it remained the same. It made it all the more real that he truly is there, and it is not my embarrassment making him up.

Adnan Bayero in the flesh ladies and gentleman.

Nashiga uku x 1000. Steeze-1000. Composure, none.

My knees weakened, and in a desperate attempt to escape this no matter what;

I fainted. A fake one, but I fainted, out cold wallahi.

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Hehe *cracks knuckles* Oya give way everyone, it is time make I write kwarect lobe sutori 😂❤️🫶🏽

I am still not team Adnan but we'll see if he can convince me as well.

Saadatu our drama queen👑✨😂 let's give her her award abeg because whatttttttt ??? Steeze -100000000 seff. Haba Faiza, why you go come hembaras us like this😂😂

Amma I feel for saadatu fa. What will you do if you were in her shoes? Wannan kunya har Ina😂😂😂

Toh Adnanu our able dakta barka da dawowa 😂 welcome back to za story. Wait make I go bring Una a chair as you make this grand return😂

Omo I'll enjoy writing their love story like this o because tf😂😂 Zaheer already predicted this, she's getting a taste of her medicine like this.

So many things Dey happen. Adnan Bayero go whine you but no worries, maintain your steeze and composure. It's like my girl never got this memo.

Gaskiya we are tired of Adnan doing this to us, zamu Rama 😂😂 are we going to end like this kullum?

Sha I'm tired of typing. My comments yall!!!!!!

Tam.

Love, your favorite writer, Jannah Mia🫢❤️