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Barkan mu da sallah.

SAADATU'S POV.

MAIDUGURI, NIGERIA.

I have a weakness. Men with glasses. There's just something about them that makes me want to give up my debit card, all of it, with a total of not more than 100k in it but hey, a girl can be rich one day, and literally every material thing I own. I'd give it up for a man wearing glasses.

Bonus point? The guy is Dr. Adnaan Bayero.

The cherry on top? Give him a baby in his arms and la ilaha illa anta, I'm so close to fainting. No exaggeration intended. I'm a goner, a literal goner so a cracked voice is the least embarrassing thing I could've done compared to my hyperventilating mind.

The sight of Ya Mama's fifteen months old daughter in his arms, reaching out to play with his glasses has been engraved in my mind for eternity. The mere sight would give Leonardo Da Vinci's masterpiece, the Mona Lisa, a run for it's money. It's the best thing that could happen to women existence as a whole.

But that grand image of his I have in my mind, yeah that one, it was chased away by his attitude and clipped off response that I'd gotten.

Pair up a cold shoulder, and the response, "Lafiya," which he muttered back, his gaze resting on mine for only a split second before he gave his niece his undivided attention, that glorious image evaporated into thin air just like that, and so did my earlier embarrassment.

I found another statement to describe Adnan Bayero, that which I didn't know would exist in my library before. A brooding and cold man incapable of social interactions outside his very closed off circle. I've heard that about him before, but I never experienced it first hand, until now.

Even back then when I forced Faiza to call him, I always chicken out before I could get the chance to ever speak to him, so, the image I painted of him in my mind remained untarnished regardless.

But, after spending a short moment with Hajiya and the others before announcing my leave, and not getting another glance spared in my direction the entirety of the moment, I didn't know what I was so worried about earlier.

He doesn't give a flying fuck about me, or anyone else. That much is obvious. So, I was wasting my time by being worried for nothing. Doesn't change the fact that my mood has been ruined for the rest of the day, disappointment clouding my thoughts entirely.

However, any thoughts I had of him were quickly dispersed the moment I reached home, and hit the bed, letting the growing headache subside. I was at the brink of falling asleep, but I pushed myself up to pray Isha and eat dinner. Believe me, the moment I had food on my plate, any lingering thoughts of Adnan Bayero dissipated into thin air.

Ashe ma yunwa ce. That's the reason his attitude pained me, it had to be hunger. You know everything is better once you've eaten. No matter how shitty life is, eat food. Everything else will fall into place.

Couple the exhaustion with my full stomach, I wasted no more time to get into bed and dozing off almost instantly. The next time I woke up was around the time for Subh, and by the time I left the bed, I was fully satiated, though my limbs felt sore. Regardless, waking up early had it perks for I kept my promise of making it to Faiza's house before 8am as the Wedding Fatiha was set to take place by 11AM.

Everything else pretty much passed by in a blur, with me on my feet, barely finding time to settle down not with so much going on, and before we know it, Faiza has been declared Abubakar's lawful wife. Yodeling filled the entire space of the Bayero mansion celebrating the joyous moment. From then on, everything else was an emotional roller-coaster.

We accompanied Faiza to Hajiya's to bid her farewell, as she was going to be taken to her in-laws' house. I ended up shedding more tears than I'd like to admit as the two exchanged an emotional farewell. It took a bit of efforts from Faiza's aunts before they were able to separate her from Hajiya, muttering stuff along the lines of, 'Haquri zakiyi. Ai auren kenan, sai haquri. Allah baku zaman lafiya.'

With those words, we left the mansion and each settled in our respective, designated cars. Faiza got into the Land Cruiser along with her aunts, and the rest of us, we were directed to the other cars.

"Walida," Ya Mama called, once Faiza and the aunts had settled into their car.

I looked up, my gaze falling on her. "Na'am."

"You're in that car," She pointed to a navy blue BMW in the parking lot, not in tow with the other cars which people had already filled into, barely leaving enough for us. "Zainab will tag long with you, naga all the other cars have been occupied already."

"Okay."

"Muje." Zainab popped up by my side, offering me a small smile. But, from the little I know about her—that's her kindest smile. I won't say we're strangers exactly, since we've met one too many times to say we're past that stage.

Though we aren't in the same department, but like I said, she's Faiza's cousin so we met in the Bayero household a couple of times to have a cordial relationship. From what I can tell about her, she's the type that doesn't get close to people easily but people see that type of attitude as girman kai. It's nothing of that sort though. She's cool.

Nodding, I bid Ya Mama farewell, agreeing to meet at Faiza's in laws house where she'd head with her own car and some other aunts. I followed Zainab to the BMW, with her leading because it seems she knows who it belongs to. She got into the passenger seat, leaving me to settle in the back.

I have any problem with it, knowing the back seat will spare me from interacting with whoever is up front. I instantly regretted my decision of agreeing to tag along in that car though when I closed the door behind me, and my gaze fell on the man driving through the rear-view mirror.

I couldn't exactly see the entirety of his face as he had his attention focused on his task at hand, but I could recognize those glasses anywhere.

Adnan Bayero's cologne filled the air, oud with a hint of this woody scent I couldn't point a finger at. There's also the scent of Hajiya's signature turaren wuta, mixed with the cologne that gives the air conditioned atmosphere in the car a homey feel is honestly enough to lull one to sleep, or at least, lift some of the exhaustion off one's shoulder.

"Yaya ina wuni," Zainab's enthusiastic greeting was hard to miss, she chirped it in almost immediately. And I found myself wondering where that cool attitude of hers went. It seemed she left it outside the car, staring back at her with a look that screamed 'why una dey abandon me?'.

Ignore my logics, I tend to be a bit too illustrative sometimes. It's part of me.

I didn't want to greet, I really don't—not after last night, not when I might just get the same clipped off response. But, not doing it will be disrespectful, and I'm anything but that. So, I grumbled out my greeting as well. "Ina wuni." I don't know if either of them picked up on the grumpiness, but neither showed any sign of so.

I did not get a response from the man, and neither did Zainab. I think I heard him say something, but it wasn't loud enough to hear. Maybe it's just to me, but Zainab didn't seem to notice, too caught up trying to start a conversation with the man.

Biggest shock of the season; he didn't respond. Not to a single statement.

An even bigger shock; she did not shut up.

Not wanting any part of this whole debacle, I sank back further into the comfortable seats and unlocked my phone, my other hand holding onto Faiza's phone. I tried to focus my entire attention on my phone, but even as I scrolled through my Snapchat, viewing people's streaks, my attention was still partially on the duo in front.

"It was such an emotional moment, wallahi Yaya. Faiza and Hajiya were both in tears, I couldn't help but shed a few tears as well." Zainab carried on with her rant. She's normally collected, but it's pretty obvious she's putting a bit of effort more at the moment.

A slight hum was all the response she got from the man, followed by a few sentences grumbled out, as if he doesn't want to speak but has to. "She's just moving to someone's house, what's there to cry about?" He made a move to swivel the steering wheel, joining the convoy of cars on the way to the bride's house. "She's the one that wanted to marry him to begin with."

From the rear-view, I could see Zainab turn around to look at him, as if he'd said the oddest thing ever. But, can she expect him to understand? I don't think men understand how it feels for us to leave our parent's house, basically becoming a part of someone's family—the family we'll be identified with for the rest of our lives.

"It's emotional, especially with Hajiya and Faiza. You know how close they are." Everyone knows. Faiza as the last born is bound to have this kind of relationship that remains unmatched. Zainab then added a loud sigh, her shoulders slumping. "This is how it's going to be when I leave my parent's house and marry someone too, huh? Well, I just hope I marry someone close to the family. Ban son yin nisa."

Welcome to the club sis, way to be obvious. At least, I'm not the only one that acts stupid around the man. Good to know. Saves a bit of my face.

I brought a hand to cover my mouth to hold myself back from laughing. I don't even know why I'm laughing again. Is it because it's obvious where she's leaning towards, or because she got ignored? Or maybe because even I who did more than she's doing ended up chopping breakfast as well?

Perhaps, all. Maybe this is what she needs to get over the Adnan Bayero fever as well. I've long decided, for real this time that I'm over it. If this was years ago, I would've been enthralled by the whole cold attitude persona but now I just think it's annoying really. It's the kind of attitude that just wipes away any lingering feeling you have.

I once had someone tell me there are two things about crushes. One, you either date the person and realize they are not as good as you portray them to be, or two, you eventually realize they aren't even deserving of the feelings once you get to know the real them.

He falls under both category for me, minus the dating them part.

Safe to say, Zainab got ignored throughout the whole drive and my not so subtle laugh caught the attention of both. But, in hopes to salvage the little cordiality she and I have, I hid it under a slight cough, pretending as if I wasn't outright laughing at her being rejected. Don't blame me. It's funny when it's not happening to you.

The minute we arrived at Faiza's house, once he parked, he gestured for her to get off. He didn't need to say the words, his eyes spoke volumes, abunda bahaushe ke cewa kora da hali—and she begrudgingly got off.

I on the other hand didn't need to be told twice, or once even. I hopped off the car even before Zainab did, hoping to never, ever in my life be caught up in the same space as him—and this time, for a completely different reason than yesterday. Not because I'm embarrassed, but I can't stand him.

The only highlight of the wedding for me following that is that I didn't have to see his face anywhere anymore, which is a plus for me really. After that interaction, I've decided the last thing I want in myself is to be entangled in the same situation with Adnan Bayero anymore. As handsome as he is, it's a pass for me on the attitude.

Faiza and Abubakar made such a beautiful couple to say the least, and by the time the weekend ended and the events all got wrapped up, we could all only pray for them to have a beautiful life together. Abubakar seems doting, he's been for the one year I've known them together and I have no doubt he will be a good husband to her.

The wedding trended more than we expected honestly, because it was all over the gram with people captioning it as one of the best weddings of the year. To a certain extent, I understood where the praises came from given how the dinner events and all turned out, a literal party and a happy moment for everyone. It was all fun truly, and we enjoyed every bit of it. The wedding certainly lived up to our imaginations.

Unfortunately for me, with the week ending came reality slapping me right across the face, my first semester exams in less than seven days. So, that was how I morphed out of the wedding party mode and into 'either I finish this degree, or this degree finishes me' mode. I'm hoping for the former.

Last I heard about Adnan was that he'd flown back to wherever he came out of, and for the life of me, I fervently prayed that we will never crossed paths again. But, since when has luck been on my side? Yeah, never.

     Over a month later, my life changed.

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Toh we've met our Adananu🥹 my guy with glasses. Guy forget!! I'll give my Pepsi away to a man with glasses 😭😭 like just take my heart and everything away habibiii!!! Come take me seff!!

But my girl ta dawo da ga rakiyar sa ya haka😂😂 he don fall our hand.

Have you ever had a crush on someone ? Tell us about it if you don't mind sharing 😂 I want to laughhhhh😂😂 should I tell you a little secret? I will in shaa Allah when you tell me your stories .

I love love love Saadatu😂😂 maybe because she's exactly like me. Like I gave her my character as a whole so she's so relatable even the snarky remarks and all😂😂

Su Hajjo Zee Ana crushing kan adananu😂 no come crash o! Tam I've said my own.

Su Habubakari da Faiza Kuma Allah bada daman lahiya. Mu Kuma Allah bamu daman Lafiya da iyayen mu😂 Ameen!!!

Have a good night❤️

Love, Jannah Mia❤️