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ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

Fatima yawned, used her palm to close her eyes and stretch only for her hand to be blocked by something sturdy beside her, she furrowed her brows. Her pillows are not that hard, they are the softest she could find in the house so this should be something else. And it doesn't have the cool feel of headboard or wall, it's so warm soft at the same time hard. Her legs moved to sit up so she can confirm what the hell is on bed with her but the zap of discomfort shoot from her thigh and the shock got her sitting straight without letting the pain discourage her. Blinking off any trace of sleep, she opened her eyes again and look around.

Looking around again, she realized that she is not in her room, that's the first thing that occurred to her. What on earth? This is Ahmad's room, the stonewalls and the bed is his. That is when she saw him covered in white duvet, his hands wide open and she frowned when something flashed beneath her eyelids. A gasp spit from her mouth so loud that Ahmad stirred from his sleep, both her palms closed her mouth to stop a scream from rushing out. Her eyes glazed over and tears blurred her vision, she doesn't know what else to do when clearly she just did something she's never thought of.

What happened to them? And she remembered how they were both looking like bunch of drunk fools when they reached upstairs, laughing and talking about everything and nothing. Fatima remembered every single words they've exchanged that doesn't sit well with her because they've said some things that will surely set them off had they been in their rights minds. Whatever was it they took was meant to make them get intimate and it's happened.

"I never knew you could be beautiful." Ahmad had murmured yesterday as he gently placed her on his bed, his eyes never leaving her face. "Such devious little creature your are." He nuzzled his nose in her neck making her giggle at the sensation.

"I am beautiful, not I could be beautiful." She but her lower lip when he found a weak spot right behind her left ear, it got her knees weaker than jelly and she thanked the heavens she is lying down.

Ahmad murmured something inaudibly. "You could be beautiful because when you are into your combative and devilish style, you look anything but pretty. So yeah, you could be beautiful all free and vulnerable."

Fatima frowned, she is not vulnerable but she's got to believe that when she's in her devil costume, even the devil will look finer than she. "Well, you are also quiet handsome as I've never seen you up close. I hate that you are fine looking to be honest. I want to keep scratching your face until you are all ugly and hideous." She pouted, her fingers touching his sideboards from left to right without concentration.

A soft laugh rumbled from his chest, she felt the vibration on her breasts. He's got such a beautiful laughter too, so soothing and thick underneath like it was cloaked. "You don't need to scratch my face to get me hideous, your mischiefs will do that. I'll turn bald and grey in a few months of just being with you."

At that, Fatima beamed with a chortle she couldn't suppress because she's already pictured him without a single hair on both his head and face. No wait, he'd still look incredibly handsome and some might think it's a new style! Oh damn, this guy needs jokers costumes to look like a clown because no matter what make up he'd use, he'd still look breathtaking and that is something she didn't want.

"You'd still look good like that." She removed her hands from his neck and started to remove the buttons of her button up shirt, one bottom after the other while Ahmad watched in fascination as her dark brown skin revealed itself. "You are supposed to help me not stare at me like a little kid." She jeered, her head still bent to look at each button she is removing.

"Uh-huh, I'd rather me watch you do it, it's more fascinating. Your skin is mystical and vibrant, I've never seen anything more beautiful." He used the back of his hand to touch her chest getting Fatima to shiver, her hands trembling on the last few buttons. He's traced it down to her breast, touching the little swell before removing his hand so she can continue.

"But why are we doing this? Don't we hate each other?" Fatima made a face, completely removing her shirt and throwing it to the floor lying there in her sports bra.

Ahmad stared at her upper naked body in amazement before he managed to answer with much difficulty. "I don't know about you, I don't hate you but I don't exactly like you either. And I don't know why we are doing this but I can't stop myself, it's too much. I've never felt desire this intense, it's making me go crazy."

Fatima gazed right back at him from on top of him, her eyes equally filled with the same desire she is seeing in his and if not more.

She blinked off the thoughts, she cannot afford to be thinking about that when she is supposed to face the dilemma in front of her. They just had sex! And she had a hunch on who did this but what is the use now? The damage has been done and nothing she does will bring back her virtue and the fact that she gave it to Ahmad is what is about to make her go nuts.

Yeah, because he's complimented her and said he doesn't hate her doesn't mean she will change her perspective about him. He is a thief and gold digger set to make her life miserable and he's done the worst that he could possibly do.

She looked under the duvet to find out she is dressed in nothing but her skin. She is stark naked beneath the white duvet she is sharing with Ahmad like the day she was born, the blood included. A grimace broke from her face as she yanked away the duvet from him and close her body completely then sat up to look at him, he is still sleeping restlessly. Fatima frowned, how could he sleep so peacefully after taking a lady's virginity? Is that how men do during their first night instead of tending to the wife? See, that is why she hates the mere idea of getting married to anyone, not only Ahmad but men in general.

"You want a woman?" She frowned at her conscience before spurting to action by shaking Ahmad.

He is actually decent in his underwear but he couldn't do the same to her, selfish man. She's said it but no one wants to believe, she hopes they find out in the most brutal way that he cares only about himself. But truth be told, he was extremely gentle and nice to her the night before, coaxing her and whispering sweet nothings to her ears that she hardly felt the pain at first before tears ran down her cheeks at the agonizing one that took over. It is no fun!

She blushed in embarrassment and stared at Ahmad as he snapped open his eyes, they settled right on her distraught face. She made a look of disgust, she cannot believe they did that and seeing him now in his morning glory looking more handsome and if possible, unearthly, she's disarmed. The sun is hitting his bare torso, helping it shine a perfect bronze color worth gold, the chiseled muscles flexed when he sat up and put his head in both his palms. Good, he should start remembering what they've done before she hauls words that will definitely make his ears bleed this early morning.

Totally forgetting that she's holding a duvet to protect her body from anyone's views, Fatima opened her arms widely and gesture to the bed, then at themselves. "See what we've done, committed a gargantuan sin! I can't begin to understand why we were so horny yesterday that we couldn't control it and had to end up on a fucking bed. Why didn't you do anything about it?" She breathed, quickly closing her body again before he could turn around.

When he did, his eyes pierced through hers in warning that she shouldn't even start what she is about to or she might regret it. Whatever. He is not up for it but how the heck won't she rant and put the blame on him? If she doesn't do that, she won't ever be able to face him for the rest of her life and that is a move so against Fatima Musa Babagana. He will have to hear her rant and even answer some of her questions so she can be at ease.

"Just shut up!" Is all he said, pivoting again to place his head back between his palms hissing.

Fatima scowled, shut up? Is he asking her to shut up after what had transpired between them? Shut up and do what? Watch him?

"You expect me to shut up? Why? For all I know, you both planned this up from the very beginning." She continued, getting off the bed and rounded it to stand right in front of him, the duvet following behind her like a wedding trail.

Ahmad huffed beneath his breath as if the mere sight of her is making his head ache and stomach churn. "Plan this for what reason? You think I don't want you to die? I don't care what happens to you."

Fatima's mouth hit the floor in astonishment, not that she doesn't know he care not about her but the way he is saying it nonchalantly confirmed that the animosity between them ran deeper than they'd both expected. They are all after each other's life. "When she talked about it the first time at that time, you weren't surprise neither did you object so why the heck won't I think you are also behind it? I wished I'd die before sharing a bad with you."

Ahmad suspire annoyingly, his head is throbbing for an unknown reason and this woman here is not about the jam her mouth shut. "Just leave this room and continue to rant outside, I'm tired of you."

"Those are words supposed to be said by men who know how to fuck and not what we just had. Fuck you and your inexperience." Fatima knew she was lying about that fact but she wants to hurt him just like he had right now. His words had to hit somewhere she didn't want him to, the place only her father and mother had the chance to impact and ruin, her heart.

He raised his head in astonished silence and cocked it to the side as if trying to see the truth in her eyes and when he saw that she said that in defense, he shook his head. "Can you leave the room now? You can go get someone that can fuck you more than I did. I was compelled to do so by whatever aphrodisiac she gave me, now out!"

She wasn't having it, he is insulting her now and there is no way in earth she would allow that. "Listen here you little motherfucker, hold your smart ass mouth and know what you are saying to me can ruin my mood and if that happens, I promise to tear another part of your face again. Now, an advise, go and learn how to have sex for the sake of your future. What you did, was total turn off. Thank God for whatever pills she gave us, I wouldn't have stayed here for another second." With that, she meandered off the room with extra sway of her hips.

"A virgin preaching about how to have sex." Ahmad whispered to himself and chuckled, that girl and drama are just always going around on the same lane.

Then the smile was wiped away from his face and he began to process how everything has happened, surely Dr. Mujida knew more than a few about this and Ahmad had be damned if he doesn't talk to her about it. How could she do that to them? It's clear she wants to help her patient but this damn patient doesn't want to be helped, why couldn't she have just let everything slip and the destiny to take its lead. She had added something into the shawarma and it has everything to do with those pills that makes someone horny like Fatima had put it.

But damn, the woman is very smart. Ahmad thought she really gave up after what she's said before she left but unbeknownst to them, she's plotted and polished her plan b just in case they didn't accept her kind proposal. Ahmad shook his head, the women he is meeting in his life always have gigantic question mark on their faces. The one he married first had to ruin him then this one he is married to wants to shatter the remains of him, and the ones coming up one after the other are also no better.

Deciding to call the woman and demand why she did what she did, Ahmad stood up and left the room, his phone is downstairs since he's remembered everything that has happened. It was actually the phone and AirPods that half caused this even though he knew that they would've gotten their way one way or the other, asking for his phone was the beginning of it all. As he walked down the hallway, he stopped when he heard muffled sounds of sobs from Fatima's room, he moved closer to confirm what he's just heard and there, she is crying inside her room. He's never thought that girl have it in her, a single drop of tears with all that toughness.

Contemplating whether to enter or not, he barged in without knocking and found her sitting on the floor in her room, his duvet still wrapped around her. Her shoulders are shaking violently, she didn't raise her head when he walked in either she didn't hear the sound of the door opening or just didn't care who it is since there is only one person in the house with her. He stood for a few minutes watching her, waiting patiently to see whether he needs to do something or he should just leave.

When she didn't do anything but keep crying, Ahmad yawed around to leave when he heard her croaked whispers. "Oh God, I hate my father. I hate him so much for making me look like a fool right now and for making my whole life miserable. He's finished me." She hiccuped, her face hidden behind her knees as she trembled. Ahmad turn back around to stare at her, surprised that she is confiding in him. Is she doing that or she's just talking to herself? He kept quite and listened attentively to her next words.

"Do you know I cannot perform perfect ablution? I was not allowed to go to Islamic school because I was a murderer, I shouldn't be around other children. A scholar was sent to teach me, he almost raped me in one of our lessons and when I told my father, he accused me of lying to a scholar and ask the man to beat me black and blue. I stopped going out to study after that, I always hide somewhere and let my father beat me when he finds out and eventually, the man stopped coming. No one was sent again to teach me anything and at that time, I was extremely glad to be left alone to my thoughts but later on I realized that it was not the best thing. I'm now stuck. I badly want to talk to Allah but I feel like I've failed Him. My pride had ruined me. I feel like without that perfect ablution, He won't listen to me and..." She trailed off, a sob hitching in her throat as it closed.

Ahmad was stunned now and struck, he didn't know what to do and don't understand why she is telling him this after how much she's insulted him before leaving the room. Realizing that this is Fatima Musa Babagana, whatever she does is in the flow of the moment and as soon as it's left behind, things will change for her and she might even forget what has happened. Then he remembered what Dr. Mujida had said to him about the illness.

"They tend to be extremely emotional and moody, during that time you need to do a few things. Listen without talking. Be understanding when they cancel plans. Respect their silences. Find out what they need and do it for them. Understand that just because they don't complain doesn't mean they are not struggling. Be patient."

He walked slowly to where she is and sat down beside her on the floor without touching her, he saw her stiffen her spine but she didn't say anything. He is also surprised with his easygoing-ness because he didn't want to come to check on her at first and even as he sat close to her, he wants to strangle, throttle and hug her at the same time.

Silence ensued in the room except for Fatima's uneven breathing. "What do you want me to do?" He finally asked, his voice barely above whisper.