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Aidah's POV

"Haba Aidah, you know we're on a tight schedule, and you're still sleeping!" Ya Niimah said, her voice tinged with frustration.

I groaned, pulling the duvet over my head. "Just five more minutes, please!"

"No way! Get up now or we'll be late," she insisted, her tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Reluctantly, I peeled myself out of bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Okay, okay! I'm getting up!" I replied, forcing a smile as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The day ahead promised to be busy, and I knew I had to shake off the remnants of my sleepless night.

I quickly got up and dashed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The water felt refreshing, washing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I went to my vanity table and applied my favorite body lotion, the scent of vanilla filling the air.

Entering my walk-in closet, I rummaged through my clothes and settled on a stunning purple and red Atamfa skirt and blouse, the vibrant colors lifting my spirits. I grabbed a matching veil, admiring how the ensemble complimented my complexion. Feeling more awake and ready, I slipped into my outfit, excited for the day ahead.

I finished dressing and carefully applied some eye pencil and a touch of lip gloss. The familiar scent of my Armani 'My Way' perfume enveloped me as I spritzed it on, feeling a little more confident. I tied my headscarf neatly, then picked up my elegant brown Russell and Bromley handbag along with a matching brown veil. Slipping into my brown Hermes Oran sandals, I glanced at the clock—it was 10:15.

Hurrying downstairs, I made my way to the dining area, where the aroma of breakfast greeted me. I felt my stomach rumble, eager for the meal ahead.

I enjoyed my French toast and sipped on my tea, savoring the warmth and comfort of the meal. Just then, Ya Niimah walked in, her presence commanding attention. She was dressed in a stunning black abaya paired with a matching veil, exuding elegance. The sleek black Chanel classic flap handbag she carried added a touch of sophistication to her look. "Ready to go?" she asked, a hint of excitement in her voice and I nodded.

"Please hurry up and finish eating. And where's Amma?" Ya Niimah asked, glancing around.

"She's probably in her room. And could you please let me eat in peace?" I replied, muttering the last part under my breath, hoping she wouldn't catch it.

In less than five minutes, Amma joined us, and we set off from the house to tackle our agenda for the day. The excitement buzzed in the air as we piled into the car, ready for whatever lay ahead.

"Where to first?" I asked Adda Niimah. I know it might be a bit confusing—sometimes I call her 'Adda,' while everyone else sticks with 'Ya.' It's just our little quirk.

"Let's go to Kathy Anthony's first," she instructed the driver, her tone leaving no room for debate.

We arrived at Kathy Anthony's shop on Kampala Street, Wuse II, and entered, anticipation buzzing in the air. After a brief wait, a woman in her late twenties or early thirties approached us and said she needed two minutes to fetch the dress. Moments later, she returned with a large square box, handing it to me. We made our way out, knowing that Ya Niimah had completed her final fitting just last week before our trip to Maiduguri.

Our next stop was Hudayya's shop, where we picked up Adda Niimah's dinner dress. After that, we headed to the caterers to check on the progress and ensure everything was running smoothly for the wedding. Once we wrapped up there, we visited some relatives and family friends' houses to deliver the invitation cards and asheobi. Each stop brought a mix of excitement and familiarity as we shared the news of the upcoming celebration.

We continued our errands, stopping by the photographers to finalize details, checking in at the bakery to ensure the cake was on schedule, and finally dropping Adda Niimah off at the spa owned by our Aunt Rahma, Ammi's sister. Afterward, we headed to Amma's shop to pick up the bridesmaids' dresses. Amma is a talented fashion designer and interior decorator, so I was excited to see what she had created for us. The shop was filled with vibrant fabrics and designs, each piece reflecting her unique style and expertise.

We dropped Amma off at her shop and then headed back to pick up Ya Niimah from the spa. While we were on our way, I decided to text her to see how she was doing.

Hey, how's the spa? Hope you're feeling relaxed! I sent it, hoping to catch her in a good mood after her pampering session.

A moment later, my phone buzzed with her reply:

Adda Niimah - It's amazing! Just finished my facial.

Me- Adda Niinii, we are here.

Adda Niimah - Okay, I am coming

Adda Niimah emerged, looking exhausted but radiant, her skin glowing in the fading sunlight. We headed straight home. It was already 6:30 PM, nearly time for Maghrib prayers. I made my way to my room while Adda Niimah went to hers.

I entered the bathroom to perform wudu, then prayed Maghrib. After that, I headed downstairs to the living room, where Ammi and my siblings were gathered. All my brothers and their wives were back for Ya Niimah's wedding, which is just under two weeks away. I settled onto a two-seater couch next to Mahmoud, my younger half-brother and best friend.

"Adda Niinii, I can't believe you're leaving us," I said, pretending to wipe away invisible tears.

"Don't make me cry," Adda Niimah said, her voice trembling with emotion.

You see, siblings and I share a deep bond; we genuinely care for one another and always support each other, including my half-siblings. It's a tight-knit family dynamic that brings us all closer together.

"Anyway, you'll be staying here in Abuja, so..." I added with a playful wink, trying to lighten the mood.

"I don't want to see your legs in my house, especially you and Mahmoud," Adda Niimah said playfully. "And who told you I'm staying here? Remember, it's Lagos!"

"What? I thought you were going to mention Khalifa! But come on, sis, you know you love me," Mahmoud said, feigning hurt.

"On second thought, Khalifa isn't allowed either," she said, making us burst into laughter.

We continued chatting animatedly until Ammi came in to call Adda Niimah, leaving me with the guys and Amma, who soon joined the lively conversation.

"Where's Ya Hammad? Kwana turum! It feels like he hasn't been around," I asked, curious about my older brother, Muhammad, whom we all call Hammad.

"Yana nan, I saw him earlier with a couple of his friends," Mahmoud replied, distractedly typing away on his phone.

We chatted until midnight, laughing and sharing stories. Finally, I said goodnight to everyone and headed to my room. I changed into a soft set of pajamas and prayed Isha before switching off the lights. Snuggling under my cozy duvet, I recited the dua, then picked up my phone to chat with Maryam and Damilola.

Borno, Maiduguri

Deribe mansion, Damboa road, Gra.

We flew to Maiduguri during the week for Adda Niimah's wedding festivities. The groom's family brought the Lefe, marking an important tradition. Today is the Kamu event, and the atmosphere is buzzing with excitement as relatives from Adamawa gather to celebrate. The crowd is lively, filled with laughter and joyful chatter, creating an electric vibe throughout the venue.

Right now, I'm in my room with Maryam and my cousins Falmata and Hajju. I've locked the door to focus on getting ready for the event without any interruptions. The talented makeup artist, Vugo, worked his magic on my face, and I feel fabulous. For the occasion, I'm wearing a beautiful peach lace outfit paired with maroon raw silk. The others are dressed in a variety of styles, as there's no specific asheobi for the Kamu, allowing everyone to express their individual fashion sense.

I headed over to one of the guest chalets where Adda Niimah and her friends were staying to check on her. When I arrived, I found her in the middle of getting her makeup done by the talented Hermosa. The atmosphere was lively, filled with laughter and excitement as everyone prepared for the big event.

"Aidah, could you please grab me something to eat? I'm starving," Adda Niimah said as soon as she spotted me walking into the room.

"Adda Niinii, honestly, I'm tired. I'll have someone bring you something," I replied, calling over a house help who was passing by to let her know to bring food for Adda Niimah.

"And by the way, you look absolutely breathtaking," I told my stunning sister.

"Thanks! This peach looks great on you too; you really do look stunning," Adda Niimah said, and I smiled in response.

"Alright, you can take a look in the mirror now," Hermosa said to Adda Niimah.

''I look beautiful, Mashallah." Adda Niimah said, "Thank you so much."

The makeup artist expertly tied Adda Niimah's headgear, and the result was stunning. She looked absolutely radiant in her maroon French lace outfit, complemented by a matching headgear and a gorgeous gold jewelry set. Mashallah, she was truly beautiful!

Adda Niimah's friends were dressed in elegant green Ankara asheobi, each one looking absolutely stunning. Their makeup was flawlessly done, adding to their charm and creating a beautiful mood in the room.

We made our way to the main house, heading towards one of the living rooms on Baba's side where BigH, Obi Somto, and their crew were set up for the photos. I held Adda Niimah close, guiding her carefully through the connected doors to keep her stunning look a surprise for everyone waiting outside.

We were informed that Ya Mustafa, Adda Niimah's groom and a family friend for as long as I could remember, was already in the living room waiting for her. As we stepped inside, all eyes immediately turned to us, drawn by the presence of the bride. The atmosphere was filled with excitement, and I could feel the anticipation in the air.

Ya Musty approached Adda Niimah, taking her hands gently in his. He leaned in close, whispering something that made her cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink. Meanwhile, the photographers sprang into action, capturing the magic of the moment as they snapped photos of the bride and her bridesmaids, their excitement blatant.

As I made my way over to where Maryam and my sister were sitting, I suddenly felt a gaze on me. Turning around, I spotted a handsome guy in his late twenties, dressed in a blue kaftan and matching cap, looking my way. He seemed familiar, though I couldn't quite place him. I offered him a small smile before settling down next to Adda Niimah to join in on the picture-taking.

Just then, Aunty Ajidde arrived and announced that it was time to get ready for the event. She instructed Adda Niimah to follow her, while urging the rest of us to find our way to the venue. The excitement in the air was palpable as we all gathered our things and prepared to head out.

The groom had already departed with his friends, taking the bridesmaids to the venue first, which was at Baba's guest house. I rushed to my room to grab my clutch and phone before heading outside to the parking lot. Khalifa was waiting to take Maryam, Falmata, Hajju, and me to the venue.

We arrived at the guest house in no time; it was just a short drive from our home. The place was adorned beautifully, showcasing traditional decor done by the renowned 'Mairo Abdullahi.' The vibrant colors and intricate designs set the perfect atmosphere for the celebration.

The Kamu turned out to be quite enjoyable. We danced, feasted, and took countless pictures, making the most of the celebration. We got home around 10 PM, and I headed straight to my room. After wiping off my makeup and taking a long, refreshing shower, I felt so much better. Since I wasn't praying, I decided to call the kitchen through the intercom and asked the maid to prepare some noodles for us.

"Have you seen Sayyid Remawa today?" Falmata asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity.

"I saw him, and he looked dashing as always," Maryam replied with a playful grin.

"Oh god, I thought I recognized him! Now it makes sense. He's a good friend of Ya Hammad's and also Adda's," I said, finally connecting the dots.

Maryam raised an eyebrow, a teasing smirk on her face. "Pardon?"

I cleared my throat. "I was just trying to remember where I recognized him from when I saw him earlier. He seemed familiar, but now that you've mentioned his name, it clicked. We used to chat before," I explained nonchalantly as I reached for my phone.

"The guy's got some serious looks, mashallah," Hajju remarked, nodding in appreciation.

We heard a knock on the door, and the maid came in to drop off the noodles. Once we finished eating, we fell back into our previous state of doing nothing, just chatting aimlessly. I plugged my phone into its charger and climbed onto my bed, feeling the day's fatigue wash over me. Tomorrow was going to be a long one; the Daurin Aure awaited us.

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