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ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

Before they left the hospital, Dr. Mujida asked to see both Ahmad and Fatima on their way out. Ahmad lead the way to her office while Fatima contemplate behind what she should do to make his life difficult. She's not given up but she is not about to contribute in making his name more glossier than it is. Him carrying her around the hospital will make him look like a caring husband which he isn't. He just wants to show her how powerful he is and that his muscular body is just not there for decoration. She huffed at the thought, the man is a green snake.

"I have certain things I need to discuss with you both, stop standing like bunch of soldiers." Dr. Mujida chided, staring at them both from her relaxed position on her swivel dark chair. Her eyes squinted behind the glasses, she's noticed something different from Ahmad unlike when he came in.

There, she saw the small scratch across his cheek making her eyes widen. She knew where that came from and couldn't stop herself from glaring at Fatima even with amusement bright in her eyes. How could she not find this humoring? The duo are all ready to fight tooth and nail with one another, she can see that and it will make their lives more interesting.

Deciding to tease them a little, she moved closer to the edge of her sit to squint further her eyes on the wound across his cheek. "What happened to your face? I can clearly recall you didn't come in with that scar on your face. Where did you get it from?" She made a perplexed expression that everyone would believe except Ahmad.

He didn't want to answer at first, hoping Fatima will try defending herself but she didn't. She only sat there looking unbothered by whatever it is going around her.

"Just a small scratch." His answer was curt and the look he sent her inculcate the fact that he doesn't wish to talk about it. She chortled quietly then cleared her throat to talk business.

Her attention swerved to Fatima who could only raise a single brow at the focus. "Fatima, I've told you everything you need to know but I would like to repeat it. This marriage is the best option out there for you, because the surgery will completely ruin your life..."

Fatima cut her off with a quelling glare, as if she is sputtering out nonsense and balderdash. "Don't talk to me like that! Don't tell me the surgery would have left me completely ruined. What has ruined my life is this marriage and by God, I'm going to make each of them regret what they've done." She hissed, a vein protruding from her forehead. Ahmad didn't even pivot to look at her, he is drumming his fingers on the table.

Dr. Mujida regarded her with annoyed eyes but continue talking like she hasn't interrupted her. "As I was saying, I want you guys to understand that this marriage is not only meant to look as decoration. It is not a business deal for you to think just because the knot is tied, the business deal could strike, no. You guys must be intimate!"

Ahmad's fingers seized their annoying cacophony sounds on the table and Fatima widened her eyes in a glare that says, you should stop this sort of nonsense or I throttle you in the next second. Even though Ahmad knew about it, he was going to make sure he forgot about it until her next cycle when he will travel and leave the country altogether so no one can ask him to come. He's already planned everything out in his head and will go through it.

"Don't stare at me like that. All married couples get intimate whether arranged or love marriage and you guys must be intimate too. And you know you case is rare Fatima. Only in rare cases is endometriosis found outside the pelvis but that's where your own reside. It is a chronic disease associated with severe, life-impacting pain during periods, sexual intercourse, bowel movements and urination, chronic pelvic pain, abdominal bloating, nausea, fatigue, and sometimes depression, anxiety, and infertility." Dr. Mujida made emphasis on the word infertility so that if Fatima doesn't understand what she's been saying earlier, she should now.

"You get what I mean don't you? You've been through all the listed symptoms of endometriosis and know how earth shattering they are. The choice of treatment depends on effectiveness in the individual, adverse side effects, long-term safety, costs, and availability. Most current hormonal management is not suitable for persons suffering from endometriosis who wish to get pregnant, since they affect ovulation. Surgery can remove endometriosis lesions, adhesions, and scar tissue. However, success in reducing pain symptoms and increasing pregnancy rates are often dependent on the extent of disease." Dr. Mujida sighed, she is tired of making Fatima see sense.

"Although this seems weird, it works a lot. It is known that the oxytocin and endorphin released during sexual intercourse really helps to reduce menstrual pain. The endorphin released can help to reduce menstrual pain up to 70%. Why do you think it won't help with you endometriosis? Think wisely Fatima, know what you want and consider your health."

Ahmad's blank and stoic face remain constant the whole drive to Babagana's mansion. If not for his aunt, he wanted to dump Fatima in his new house and leave her there to rut without food but she is lucky for this nice offer that came from his aunt.

Arriving at the mansion, Ahmad killed the engine and waited for a few minutes to see whether she will say she wants to come with or come down from the car, she didn't even breath loud enough for him to hear and he thought she was sleeping. When he stole a quick glance at her, she is staring ahead at the house with those depleted shade of brown orbs. Looking cooped up beside the door makes her look innocent, like she wasn't the terrorist that just tore his face minutes ago.

Shaking his head, he unlocked the door and step out then lock it with the key in his hand so she won't be able to come down. Since she didn't say she was coming, he won't ask her to and won't permit her to without his permission. He trudged his way into the house looking sure of his movement but a bunch of tiredness is there if looked closely. Ahmad himself knew he was tired of a lot of things and one of them is coming to Nigeria in general.

As soon as he reached inside, he saw Aalia staring at him with puffy eyes that made him slightly worried. She was looking at the window which means she was waiting for him and acted like a guard watching his movement. He wanted to ask what is wrong with her but then, he has matters too at hands that needs quick solving. If he adds up with her own, he won't have anymore shoulder to shoulder up other problems coming in the nearest future that means, later.

"Ah, Ahmad you're here already. Where is Fatima?" Aunt Adeelah came out of nowhere with a wooden enormous basket in two hands, h quickly collected it from her to help with the burden. He was brought up to help women in every way possible.

"Good afternoon, Aunt. She's in the car." He made sure to not give anything away on his face. His aunt didn't talk to him about the marriage and if possible, he wants things to stay like that so he can freaking get on with his life the way he wants to.

Adeelah jumped a little on her feet as a car's horn blared from outside, she looked around as if waiting for something to pop out from somewhere. Ahmad knew Fatima would do something to cause another drama if she found out she won't be able to leave the car even if she wants to. He knew she would try escaping or make things harder on him so he blocked all the paths that will ensure her victory. Maybe she's forgotten he is a police officer even with his uniform on, he will keep reminding her though.

Back to his aunt, she gave him a questioning glance which he replied with a small smile, the horn hasn't stopped. "That should be Fatima getting impatient."

She gave a wary glance at her daughter behind in dismay, as if she's got more to say but this won't be the right time. She then smiled up at Ahmad, her head bending because of his height. "Let me not keep you both waiting. Have a nice day."

"Thank you." Ahmad didn't wait for any other smile from her before he walked out of the house like his ass is on fire. He was more than glad to leave the house than he actually thought mainly because seeing Aalia didn't sit well with him. Something is stirring up and he will not like it at all.

Fatima watched him from the car is dismay, she's tried using something to break the window but it wouldn't budge so she settled on honking the car the best way she can. Her ears bled from the disturbing noise but she didn't stop nor removed her hand from the button, she is beginning to enjoy making the whole household pay for betraying her like that. Yes, they all betrayed her since none of them could stop such a thing from happening to her.

When Ahmad reached the car, he settled the basket at the backseat and sat down on the driver's side without talking to her. If she thinks he is going to keep poking his nose in her matters because she decided to be stupid and crazy, she's got another thing coming because that is the last thing he would do. He is going to ignore her whole existence in the car and in his life too.

All thought about Fatima drifted away as he changed the lane to the path that will take him straight to his log cabin house. It is an estate on it's own but hardly anyone lives there except for a few soldiers he's met and a doctor and his wife that bought a house close to his. Ahmad's body charged with excitement knowing the house is now ready for him alongside all his belongings. Musa Babagana sent some men to pack up Fatima's stuff from his mansion and also heavy trucks with new items for her.

A huge sable gate come to view, he pressed a remote and the door got yanked open on it's own, when he's safely inside,he pressed the remote again and it jammed the door's locks. Ahmad parked the car in a parking lot and went out with the food with him without asking her to come out. He's almost forgotten about her in the car, too excited to be in his house and see the few changes he's asked his interior designer to make sure he's changed.

He smiled as soon as his feet settled inside the house and he prayed. He's asked some scholars to read the holy book Quran yesterday in the house, something his mother would've asked him to do had they been in their normal way. The house smells new, the fragrance and molecules are trapped and didn't escape. The smell of wood, warm, earthy, reassuring. He didn't make any mistake in getting a log cabin for his home, he's loved that sort of house his whole life and finally his dream has become true.

The brightness of the chandelier in the room is the first thing that greeted him, Chiara double sided rectangle crystal ring.

An off white ivory sectional L-shaped sofa is pushed to one side of the wall in the large living room. There is a small hallway that you'll have to pass by before reaching the living room right in front of you painted alabaster. On the sofa are European brown, rust, clay and bronze colored pillows -circle, square, neck-roll, lumbar and boudoir- filled with feathers inside. His interior designer has done the right job there remaining the other parts of the house he is yet to explore.

He made it to the dining room by the far end of the living room where it is almost connected to the kitchen even with it's good size.

The dining table is Industrial style meant to convey the look and feel of factory machinery and tools, with naked metal and bold, strong wood shapes paired into a purposeful look. The table features a crossed I-beam frame and natural hardwood tabletop. It is elegantly carved wood, detailed textures, and rich proportions, this style is timeless and powerful. He knew to get the best out there for his home since he likes working with everything that is a little greater than perfect.

He touched the surface of the table in satisfaction before making his way to the kitchen, his shoes clicking on the wood beneath him. The kitchen is made of clay Brandy Oak like most part of the house, brown. A small circular table and two chairs around it sat in the middle of the kitchen since there is no island but countertops surrounding the whole kitchen in L like his living room. The lights -Danielle modern drip wave gold bar chandelier- in the kitchen itself is captivating talk less of the surface of the woods and the way they illuminate.

Ahmad left the kitchen half expecting to hear the sounds of Fatima coming out from the car or throwing things in his house but he heard nothing. God, that girl is more stubborn that he thought.

He walked to the window where he knew she won't be able to see him from the car and peeped, he saw her sitting inside with glazed over eyes. She didn't look at anything around the house nor does she look ready to escape. The route he's taken won't be easy for her to pass through and the gates won't open no matter what she does. Ahmad is not stupid to make things light when Fatima is concerned. She is a smart and intelligent girl.

Ahmad shrugged his shoulders and went to the food his aunt had made. He took a new plate from the cabinet and washed it under the running sink then use a spoon to dish out coronation chicken -mayonnaise, curry powder and apricots- spring vegetable tortilla and sausage rolls. She even made strawberryade in a little jar that still have small ice inside that are yet to melt. His stomach grumbled at the sight of the food, his felicity knowing no bound as he made it to the dining room with his plate.

After eating, he washed his plate thoroughly with way too much amount of detergent and settle it aside. He thought of sending the food to Fatima but then brush her off. She does not deserve his concern and might even throw it back to his face if he does any other act of kindness to her. He trudged upstairs holding the wooden banister in sheer appreciation of the neatness of the house. The designer he's hired really knows how to do his job perfectly to leave a smile on his employer.

Whereas the other part of the house below is wood, the upstairs is glass. His room's walls are all glass but the type where the people outside can't see the inside but he can see whatever is going on outside his room. The one wall that is not glass is rock which was decorated like a vanity table beneath with enormous mirror, two drawers on each side of it and a sunglasses rack.

A kind sized bed sat low in the room, it's headboard facing the glass that looks straight to the door. Degella Egyptian cotton luxury white duvet cover set sheathed the bed from sight with a small bench at the foot of the bed. Two bedside drawers having similar type of rock-like vanity table is on both sides of the bed.

At the sight of the bed, the whole day came crashing on Ahmad's back. He closed his eyes and stretched then make it to the bathroom to bath and perform ablution. After that is successfully done, he prayed Maghrib and Isha. Totally forgetting about Fatima not caring where she is, he crawled lazily onto the bed and drifted off with few supplications he would've chided himself on had he being rational and less tired.

Fatima didn't come into the house the whole day.