Hi guys,

Please go and vote Ajike and Soiled at the Ankara community awards. In the readers choice chapter. Please. We are loosing by a few votes already and we have till the 23rd of march. 🙏🙏🙏🙈🙈

Thank you. (The link is on my message board).

" Don't you ever enter my room without knocking. Ever again."

I wave my index finger at him in the anger I worked on while I showered and dressed. My entire body is shaking, my secret is about to be out in the open. I better let him know that he isn't welcome to pry into my life.

"I don't think I've ever walked into your room without knocking." He smiles, a lazy small smile that turns his eyes into half moons. Anger wells up in my heart.

"Mrs Hassan, my room is open for you to open without knocking. Anytime." He cocks his head.

"I don't intend to go into your room. So, oga stay your lane. No look my side. " He winks at me. Winked!!

"Mrs Hassan, need I remind you, that room and every room in the house is mine. I reserve right to walk around as I like." I'm lost for words so I just wag my left hand in his face in complete shock. I was hoping to swindle an apology out of him, but the tables have turned.

I curse at him in my head and walk to my car in anger. His smile haunts me, infuriatingly.

I start my car with sweaty hands and check my watch, I have barely forty-five minutes to reach the street where my bride lives.

A good forty minutes later, I'm parking and calling my apprentices. My hands are still shaking, I know he saw my waist and legs. Oh my Allah.

I put my head on the steering wheel to gain some strength into my legs. My life is twisted. Wallah.

A knock sounds on the windshield and it's Faith and Farida, a new makeup apprentice. I smile at them automatically and Faith opens the door and takes my bag from me, I let her. I'm sweating too much, it takes a lot of effort to lock my car after ward.

"Ma, Miss Othman called the office six times already. She says she wants to change her Kamu dress to a Fulani attire." I look at Faith sharply, I hate last minute changes.

"Are her photographers set?" Faith nods and tells me that they packed some more makeup in different colours hence the heavier than usual bag Farida is carrying. I take the second heavier one and walk to the gate. The gate is opened immediately we knock and we walk in.

Farida oohs over everything she sees and I give her an indulgent smile. She smiles back and we walk up the stairs to the room where the bride and her friends are.

"Asalam Alaykum everyone." They all answer and I give a genuine smile to all of them, looking them over and mentally calculating how much time we would need to make them all up.

A few minutes later, I set out my makeup box, Farida has began making up a bridesmaid. I'll be looking over her side a lot of times this evening.

"Please shut your eyes." My bride complies and I pat pond powder unto her very oily face. She needs a little base for her makeup.

As I resharpen the eyebrow pencil, my mind wanders to the way Adeel gritted his teeth when he saw my waist and legs. I notice my hands shake again.

Will I be able to tell him how I got those marks, would he believe?

Would he want to divorce me?

My hands shake further and my head grows light from the thought. I perish it and work on my bride's face slowly, my hands are failing.

Her phone rings and she smiles at me apologetically before picking up.

I rest my back against her vanity mirror thinking of my first and only miscarriage, how I woke up the next morning on the floor in a pool of my blood. The Suratul Fathia frame on the floor next to me broken into pieces, some of the pieces lodged into the skin of my hands.

Of how I picked myself up with so much pain, lightheadedness and walked to the hospital on our street with blood pouring from my body. Of how I fell and fainted at the hospital's gate, and woke up three days later to being transfused with blood.

I remember those days of feeling like being underwater and trapped there.

Of feeling like life wasn't enough to live in, of Husband number one pronouncing the talaq on me after I blackmailed him to do so.

"......Love you too My hero, I'm thankful to Allah that I have you. You are the best gift I could ever have." I scoff at her and eye her lightly. Which best gift? wait till he disappoints you.

She smiles at me to go on and I smile wanly back at her. I want to just go home and cry myself to sleep.

Thirty minutes later, I'm done and I watch her move back and forth in front of the mirror before smiling beautifully, making me smile.

She sits back in front of me after dressing and I tie her head tie and help her fix her jewelry. Faith takes a few pictures of her and her friends and I promise to upload them to my business page later.

We leave the place and I drive home. I look up as I drive in and Adeel's office light is on. I sigh and recite a dua for strength.

********

There's very little we can do to husband number one right now, those of you that want to kill him, it's allowed but wait till you see what he did before deciding😏😓😓😫😫 how you want to discipline him.

See you all on Friday. 👶👶

God bless you. 🙏

Please Vote and comment.🙈🙈

TheOmoope

This chapter is for TheOfficialAduke