Sacrificed my sleep just to type this for you people. You owe me comments tbh😭

SA'ADATU'S POV.

KANO, NIGERIA.

I contemplated for a split second—something I will not have done a few minutes prior. But after the stunt he just pulled I am not so sure I wanted to see him anymore. I mean, that is what I am supposed to say, but that will be a lie. I do want to see him, and as such, I found myself making my way towards the parking lot, though annoyance still brimmed within me to a certain extent.

Upon reaching the parking lot designated for staff, I found myself hesitating for a second, wondering if it will be alright for me to approach him there on purpose like this. There are already a couple of cars there, and his car is not that hard to spot really. Who else, a Professor by the way, owns a white BMW if not for the man?

Clicking my tongue against the corner of my mouth, I pushed past the doubts and simply made my way over there, and my guess instantly rounded to him being I it already because he was nowhere to be spotted outside. As I made my way to the passenger side, I leaned down to peek in, and sure enough, there he was, with his hand in his phone doing who knows what.

I raised my hand and knocked on the window, and his head flicked up in my direction. I watched as a smile instantly adorned his expression, and instead of it to make the butterflies appear—which I admit, it did, it also sparked annoyance in me for it reminded me of the debacle from earlier.

So, I replied his smile with a scowl of mine instead. I watched as he unlocked the car, then gestured for me to get in. I did not. Instead, I remained standing outside, my expression unwavering. His brows knitted, and his lips slanted into a slight frown and believe me, I never knew a frown could be so cute really. But, did I show it? Of course not. I am trying to prove a point here.

When he realized I have zero plans of making any move to get in, he unwinds the window down, then leaned forward to speak. "Sa'adah?" He called out, his voice holding that softened edge. "Why you standing there? Get in. Let's go home."

I tamped down the butterflies that appeared from him calling that name that only he calls that beautifully, and instead held up my scowl. "Yes?" I forced a fake smile on my face. "How can I help you, Sir?" I stressed the title, just to get my point across.

This time around, it was his turn to arch a brow in question, as if to ask 'Really? What stunt are you pulling now?'.

I did not waver. And instead, when he did not reply, I found myself adding, in the fakest, sweetest voice I could muster. "If you have nothing to say, Sir, I would get going now."

His lips parted slightly, taken aback by my words and action, and I could see the question swirling in those orbs of his. Then, some sort of realization dawned on him, "Sa'adah..." That voice and that name, he was trying to coax me, but it is not doing to work. "...I am sorry." He apologized, and I found myself narrowing my eyes at him.

"And why are you sorry, Sir?" I feigned ignorance, despite taken aback by how he could just casually apologize like that. That easily? What if I want violence? Is this how easily he is going to apologize? Damn, what about my future dramas? Still, I stood my ground for this one. "There is no reason for you to apologize as far as I am concerned."

He sighed, and I could tell he was trying to fight back his amusement. I could see the glint in his eyes, and that only annoyed me further. How is this funny? "Get in first," He said, "Then we can talk about this. Okay?" When I did not respond this time around, he urged once again, his voice softened and deepened, laced with that particular allure that only he managed to whip up. His eyes, almost smoldered behind those bifocals. "Don't keep standing outside like that. I do not want anyone else to see my wife looking this beautiful. Kinji? Especially not when you dressed up like this for me."

"For you?" I arched a brow, then scoffed. "You wish." Everyone knows I am lying, but there is no need for me to expose myself is there? "This is how I normally dress to class."

"Really?" This time around he actually vocalized the word, and it was evident from his tone that he does not believe me. His brows then knitted, "If I remember correctly, I think I can recall what you were wearing to the last class. The difference is clear really." He added, ever so casually as if he is talking about the weather.

Another scoff escaped my lips as I stared at him in disbelief. This man will never let me off the hook, will he? He even added a smile at the end of it—and it is official at this moment—I hate his smile more than anything.

"Have a good day, Sir." I forced out the words through gritted teeth, then threw a quick glare in his direction before I turned around and started to walk away, leaving him in his extremely beautiful car, fighting against my car loving spirit that pleaded with me to go back.

Honestly, he is the best option I have at the moment. For it is either him, and his heavenly BMW, or Muazu and his goat like smile. The third option is the good old Keke Napep but should I really end up in one after putting so much effort in dressing up today please? I was seconds away from turning back and dragging my class while I am in his car, and not outside.

But, I did not, and instead remain firm on my decision to walk away—though a small smile made its way on my face when the sound of the door opening reached my ears. Thank God.

However, the smile only lasted for a split second when I noticed a familiar face approaching me, and before I could register it in my mind, she had walked past me and was making her way in the very direction I had left. My frown deepened when her voice came and I found myself slowing down my steps just so I could eavesdrop well.

"Professor," The annoying lady from earlier in class's voice came as she approached him, and though I could not see him, I could only guess he met him halfway as he had stepped out of the car as well. I did not hear a response from him, but she still added. "Can I ask you a question please?"

Yau naga duniya. What other question could she have please? What if left that she had not asked in the class already? His phone number?

As if she could hear what is going on in my mind, she then added.

"Can I have your number please?" Oh hell no. She did not just ask that, did she? Ikon Allah. I think wonders will soon end because of this lady.

I could not help but scoff, my steps slowing down even more though I did not entirely stop. I just did so I can hear the conversation—if I walk too far I will not be able to hear as much as I want. But there is a limit to what I can hear, especially not when it is not like I can turn around and stare at them or something.

Much to my relief though, his voice came—this time no longer holding that soft edge it had earlier with zero trace of amusements. "No, you cannot." He declined outright, and I had the hold back the urge to laugh at the rejection. "Like I said, if you have any academic questions, send it to my email."

"And what if it is not academic related?" This girl just does not give up, does she? "Can I then have your number?" Yup, shameless is a person and it is thou lady.

I could not help but hiss, rolling my eyes as I decided to no longer waste my time standing here, and instead, hastened my steps. However, before I could go far, his voice came once again.

"No." This time around, his tone was sterner. "But, you can have my wife's. She is right over there."

"Wait, what..."

"Baby," He suddenly called out, and I could swear my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, the damn butterflies having the time of their lives. But, I still did not stop, at least, not until he caught up with me, and how he managed to do so that fast stunned me. The next thing I realize was he standing in front of me, and I did not have another way around.

Then, his lips curled upwards into his infamous smiles, and I could only throw him a glare, even though I was a puddle on the inside.

As if his smile was not enough to melt away my annoyance, he decided to add.

"Hayaty," He called again, and the blood rushed to my cheeks due to the sudden name, my toes curling as I found myself to be a messy puddle of emotions. His eyes behind those bifocals were soft, and yet, there was this emotion I could not quite point a finger at as well. "Kiyi haquri, kinji? I do not want my baby to be upset with me."

I was awestruck, and out of words. I could not form a single coherent word, and my head, it was a mess. This man, Adnan Bayero, he has a way with words, he just does and he does not fail to render me speechless each time he decides to open up his vocabulary.

As if that was not enough to leave me flabbergasted, he suddenly stretched his hand out to give me something. Still confused, I extended the hand out regardless, and then he dropped it. My eyes dilated the moment it fell on what he dropped, my mouth dropping open.

His car keys. He gave me his car keys!

"Take us home," He stated calmly.

I was close to screaming, yet at the same time, I was speechless till I remembered we had company—and I could still feel her eyes on us. So, in an attempt to ward her off as far away from my man as possible, I plastered a smile on my face, putting on my big girl face and took off my bag, then handed it over to him. "Mu tafi. I am tired already."

He retrieved the bag, then nodded. "Of course," He breathed out, his smile unwavering. "But," He added in a serious tone. "We need to stop by the hospital first."

My brows drew in, wondering what he could be talking about, but did not focus on it—simply deciding to go along with the flow, and so, simply smiled. "Okay..." I breathed out, then we turned around and started making our way back to the car together.

However, I came to a stop when we reached the place where the lady from earlier was still standing, and I found myself feigning an innocent look, then asked. "..sorry, I heard you wanted my number?"

Her eyes narrowed for a split second, before it drifted to him and the glare disappeared, and in its stead, a fake smile took its space. "No..." She fixated the smile on me, though her eyes still shot daggers.

I hummed, then nodded, ignoring the glare. "Allah sarki. I thought you were interested in knowing me saboda ya zamana da ruwanki da matarsa but then since you are not," I shrugged, pressing my lips together. "My husband, and I get will get going. We have a doctor's appointment." My expression mirrored hers as I offered her a fake, wide smile as well. "A daina bin mijin mutane dai." I found myself adding, earning myself another deathly glare but do I care? Not in the slightest bit.

Side stepping her, I made my way over to the car, mentally screaming in my head not because I have handled her issue, but because I will be driving his car. At this point, any anger I had earlier had disappeared entirely, and in its awake, all that is left is this giddy feeling of getting to drive my dream car.

I got into the driver's seat first, before he got in the passenger seat. I waited for a second, my gaze pinned on him to see whether he would ask for the keys back, and whether it is real, or he just did it for show. He noticed the look, and then threw me a questioning look of his.

"What is going on in your mind?" He asked.

My eyes narrowed slightly. "Are you really trusting me to drive your car?"

"Of course." He nodded, "What is mine is yours, is that not right?" He is right. I will never refute that statement. Never in my life. "Besides," He added. "I had an overnight emergency surgery so I am tired. You take the wheels today."

"Overnight surgery?" I found myself asking, wanting to make sense of the situation. "And you still came for classes today by ten?" Damn, he makes me sound unserious. He stayed up all night, and came to teach for two hours. I slept the entire night, and could not stay awake for one hour of the class. I need to change my ways really.

He did not answer, and simply nodded.

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to see you," He did not waver when he answered. His gaze held mine, and his lips slanted into a small smile, then he added. "I missed you, Hayaty. And you look beautiful by the way."

Cue the damn butterflies' ladies and gentlemen. I folded my lips in, wanting to hold back my smile. I looked away, trying to hide the blush coating my cheeks.

"You won't say you missed me as well?" He inquired, his one laced with amusement.

I scoffed on instinct, "You wish," I lied straight through my teeth, because I do not think I will ever confess it to this man, at least not now. I can at least save face through that.

The sound of his chuckle came as a response, as if he already knows that I will never confess it. So, he did not press for it.

Getting a hold of my emotions, I decided to change the topic. "And the hospital?" I inquired, wanting to get all the facts straight before we leave. "Are we really going there? Do you still have work?"

"Not work," He leaned back on his chair, seemingly relaxed. Then, he turned his head around, his cool and lazy eyes meeting mine. "We are getting a genotype test."

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Magana ake ta human Benz malam 😂😂😂😭 Wato Adnan pass human Benz. Human BMH ne Wato bimaana Human Be my Husband 😂🤝🥹

Mufa bamu zo da wasa ba. Na actions we Dey use not words Ehen😎 kawai gwara ayi test in a huta.

Ke Kuma Saadatu one of these days them go beat Una 😂😂 see as you open mouth and talk anyhow. Samun gu😂

Well, at least we finally got to drive the car. Finally finally 😭😭

And well I have nothing more to say. Now start preparing for wedding for real. I think we'll start events in the next chapter so get your anko! The anko for tomorrow is onion purple 🫢 🧅 Yawwa add onion perfume on top for the whole look

Tam I've said my own. We are printing 150 card for entrance. Better get yours early else it finishes we are not printing another batch. And don't even think of forging it na Iyalawo go make a personally. Ehen.

Stay safe, and in love,

Love, always, Jannah Mia Uwar Biki naku😂😭