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KANO STATE, NIGERIA.

The palace is in chaos with the events to take place that blessed morning and afternoon. A coronation and handing over business to two of the princes. Everyone is on edge about how that will take place in a few hours, a long awaited day. The cacophony dissonance of the palace is displeasing but with everyone's mind busy, you wouldn't dwell on that.

A large debonair smile took over princess Amirah's face in the mirror. Dressed to perfection to stand in front of her equally exquisite husband, she cannot wait for the day ahead. Her husband has worked hard for this position and so does she, they deserve this and more. Convalescing a dying company when no one thought they could.

"Mami pwetty." Her three and a half year old daughter complimented her mother from the royal bed she is lying on with her younger brother, Ashraf.

The smile heightened if that is possible, she ambled to her children and place wet kisses on their foreheads. Her son beamed at her, rocking his hands and legs up like a cow about to be slaughtered, she giggled at her own thought. How could she compare her own son to a cow? An animal for that matter? A colossal one!

"Thank you, sugar." Najla grinned at the nickname, showing her deepened smile lines that serve as dimples on each side of her face. "What do you think, munchkin?" She asked Ashraf who only gurgled unknown words, showing his two new teeth.

She got Ashraf few months ago, it was a hectic event she never wish to replay. Imad vowed that she won't ever give birth again and the two of them are enough for them to live the rest of their lives. There was still complication albeit the careful steps they took the whole stage of her pregnancy.

Mild post partum hemorrhage that refused to cessation for five hours. Imad had lost all senses and rational thought and ended up jerking a doctor's collar to either stop that bleeding or sue him. His brothers had to held him back in a hospital room and lock him up till Amirah was all stable to be seen by an inane Imad. They were both depleted for a whole day, twenty four hours in their nadir.

But thankfully, she was able to breast feed her baby now, it is not a pleasant situation. The zap of pain during that first time is something she won't ever forget because whenever she removes her breast to feed Ashraf, she will wince, anticipating that pain time and time again. If Imad is sitting close by, she will hold onto him for distraction. She had to dree that, she brought him to the world after all.

There is no use being censorious, it is something her mother went through so who is she to not go through the same fate?

Imad walked in that second, a smile auditioned on his face at the view in front of him, his family! There is nothing, absolutely nothing that gives him more joy, felicity and merriment than the sight of them together every morning. It is a routine they've sprout out of nowhere and inaugurated. Each morning, they will pray in their bedroom for the sake of family time.

But whenever Imad sees them in the morning, it gave him more reasons to fight the world later on. It makes him feel eminent, his happiness pinnacles over Mount. Everest. His gourmet daughter is the definition of daddy's girl, he's spoiled her to the bones. If not for Amirah, that girl would've yaw to a complete brat in that castle. Everyone's likes her, loves her, enjoys her company.

She talks a lot and her voice, is dulcet and flows melodiously. Her smartness -which Imad no doubt knew came from her mothers root- also gave her the power to corrosively get under everyone's heart in the palace from maids to the Queen and King, down the princes and princesses and her cousins. She gets away with almost everything whenever she sets her cute lips in a moue, it breaks down everyone's shell down to pieces not sheaf-able.

"Sugar, munchkin, gummy bear." He placed each of the children with a kiss on the forehead and cheek but gave Amirah one on the lips. He moved quickly so Najla won't complain like she always does.

Najla touched her father's beard, her fingertips itching as she giggled. "Daddy, mamita pwettier than you."

Imad's lovey eyes yaw back to his wife, he was restraining from drawing her to his chest and do wicked things to her body and his daughter is not helping at all. One glance at Amirah and he wants to send them back to their room so he could have his way with his wife. Albeit they are needed in the ballroom that's built in the main palace for such events they will be attending in a few minutes.

Not able to resist, he stood up, showing her more of his outfit -brown Corneliani double breasted four buttons two to close lapel suit, tan crisp shirt. His suit, tie and suit pants match with the same shade of brown then Louis Vuitton Manhattan Richelieu men's shoes encased his legs. Her eyes swept from head to toe and giggled in appreciation, it makes his chest puff out.

A white Alkyabba embroidered with silver is draped on his shoulder which means he will wear that atop his suit for the first ritual, coronation of his older cousin, Huzaif. She's always loved seeing Imad in that piece of traditional clothing, he looks ridiculously handsome. Those eyes surveying her from head to toe like she just did his, nose pert with aristocratic ethereality, natural full lips bowed underneath a well oaked concrete jaw defined with five o'clock shadow.

He makes everything look cinch when in reality, not everyone could pull out that look as effortless as he did.

"Mami looks like a goddess, sugar." He gave his daughter a fleeting glance then back at the woman that took away his heart and tossed around his mental stability within her dainty fingers.

Her evening gown was sewn by this well known tailor Falak had advised to give so she can sew it for her -Bushra Amani- and she is not disappointed in the least. Her own brunette expensive lace given to her by her Majesty is sewn into a simple princess gown. Though it looks casual, it was sewn to perfection. Bringing out little of her curves but complemented her dark skin colour like nothing has ever done.

Regular sleeves, long net stitched at the edges to it will roll down on the floor if she relaxes her arms. The neck is Mandarin, closing every inch of her neck. Her brown Alkyabba embroidered with golden will match up perfectly with the collar and look like new fashion of the year.

Imad drew her to his arms in one swift moment, the Alkyabba falling with a soft thud on the Silk Isfahan Rug. "You've set my heart on arson and it shan't convalesce anytime soon." He traced his fingers along the line of her zip behind the dress, teasing her.

Her brow raise, her supine hands raising to tempt him some more by placing it on his shoulders like the vixen she is. "You've always been susceptible." She gave a simple shrug of her svelte shoulders. "You need posset then?"

He grinned widely, hiding away a chuckle that is supposed to discharge itself from his throat. This woman is getting bold day by day but he is not complaining at all. Who will make their marital life much more pleasing if not for a bold woman? The woman standing on her maverick like she's never depended on him. It pleases and displeases him at the same time. He wants her to depend on him, be her rock but also wants her to stand on her feet.

His father gave him a company to bring out from the ground. The company is facing all those problems from debts, bankruptcy, lack of employees and board members removing the investments. Imad took it with pride from his father and together with Amirah, they convalesced the company back to it's feet in a few months, it wasn't cinch. Now the King finds it fit to hand over the family business to him. It is his right after all.

He backed her up to the escritoire in their room so Najla won't see what is going on with her parents. His lips trace from her forehead down to her cheek to the glimpse of her throat he is seeing behind the Mandarin collar sewn. All he wants to do his gentle zip down her zipper and get her off those constricting clothes but he knew better than to start what he cannot finish. They are needed and soon a spiel will be sent.

First thing he needs to prove to his father is punctuality.

"Don't start what you cannot finish, Oreo. Just a friendly warning." She shrugged, hands pushing against his chest so he is an inch away from her. "And I don't want my lipstick to get wrecked."

He sighed, she is right, she's always been right.

*

". . . I now announce Imad Sunusi Lamido as the president of Lamido Inc. And Amirah Ibrahim Adam as the vice president!" Cheers from the crowd and claps took over the hall the coronation took place few minutes ago.

Huzaif became the Sarakin Kano albeit he doesn't want any title, he shall be given one rightfully. He was supposed to be the crowned Prince but dethroned himself along with his younger brother before the right reached them. Their father never became a King, he was tossed out of the palace but the space is rightfully theirs.

"...I wouldn't have been standing here without so many people in my life. Though Allah has planned every single scene in our lives, I'm happy I had to go through some obstacles to be able to stand here. What is meant for you will reach you even if it is beneath two mountains. What is not meant for you won't reach you even if it is between your lips. I agree with that because it bounced on eight mountains to come to me." The crowd laughed at Imad's words referring to his brothers standing at the same place looking at him with pride.

He wants to fucking cry! He's been working hard for that pride to be back in their eyes like when he got to be the valedictorian during his highschool days. Blinking then back, he took Amirah's hand in his and gave a gentle squeeze under the box in front of him filled with gifts for the respectful people that attended the event. He needs the strength and is grateful she is standing there with him.

"First, I'd like to thank my mother for being so patient with me right from the day I was born till date. I don't know whether my words are ever going to be enough but I hope my actions shows just how much you mean to me. I love you, mom." He gave a heart stopping smile that could touch the crevice of everyone's organ on the pectoral. She whispered I love you back and the ones that notice that swooned.

"And then my father, my hero! I don't know where I would've been without your shoulder, endless advises and cold shoulders when I'm wrong. I'm ashamed that you all had to go through so much just because I am mutinous. I just hope I'm becoming the person you've always wanted me to be." His father raise his glass of champagne flute as a cheers to Imad, agreement that he is getting there. Imad smiled at this, slowly but surely.

"And my wife," he paused, squeezed her hand some more without pivoting to look at her. He can't afford to get emotional right on the stage with hundreds of people staring at him. "I don't know whether to go on my knees again to ask for another round of apology because I feel like no matter what and how I've apologized, it isn't enough." And he dropped to his knees, releasing her hand, his head bowed but not in a way to make it look like he is worshipping her.

It is a sign that he is hers and he is submitting himself to her through and through.

Amirah gasped, her hand flying to close her mouth while the audience watch in amazement. She is quick to sprang into action by holding his shoulder, asking him to stand up but he didn't. He stayed like that for a few minutes then rise his head to look at her from the floor. Her eyes are bewildered, wondering why the heck he is doing that.

He spoke into the microphone. "I've wronged you in a way no woman should've ever been wronged. I've treated you like the worst husbands out there. I've done so many things that even my regrets didn't scrape off the dirt of it. You've forgiven me, I know but I want the world to know that you were never wrong. All that has happened, the failed marriage and whatever, is my fault. I broke us, you didn't." Some gasped, paparazzi quick to ready their camera some more.

"Imad, stand up now!" She commanded in that voice, that one that makes him act like a robot and he stood.

Few seconds was what he needed in the pin drop silent room to gather himself. Once gathered and sheaf, he continued. "Just so you know, she was never wrong." Everyone was shocked and galvanised beyond words but no one said a thing.

Cheerfully now, he laughed at his brothers, bringing back the former atmosphere. "And my siblings! I want to hug each and everyone of you but is that possible? You lots will punch me and the lady there will beat me with cable if possible." The crowd laughed when Falak shrugged, she would.

"Last but not the least, my friends! Jabir, Salim, Lateefa, Afaf, Kamilah, Husna and. . . er, Nazir." He couldn't even say the name albeit they are closer now than they've been before. Not too close but close enough to know that they've got each other's backs whenever. "This journey wouldn't have been the least bit interesting without you guys, thank you so much for being there and knocking some sense into my frozen cranium."

Lateefa and Husna yelled out at the same time. "You are welcome!"

After Imad and Amirah sat back down on the family dining table in the middle of the room, Jabir toasted. "Cheers to the reawakened hearts!"

*****
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