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"I don't think I'll be able to come back home early today. My cousins are going to be there after several years." Aisha explained to Jannah who sat on her bed watching her get dressed.

"Don't worry about me. I'm very sure Dracs will come back home today." Jannah reassured sounding almost conceited with her words, it earned her a raised brow from her best friend.

"Where is that confidence coming from, Mon Cherie?" Aisha wiggled her brows struggling to zip her fitted skirt, she manage to get it up after three attempts.

"It's just a feeling I've got. After that lunch with his friend, he's changed somewhat. He won't be able to stay away for long." Jannah stood up to help zip the peplum shirt for her.

"Well, I hope he comes back home. It's been four freaking days. And you message him everyday huh?" Aisha teased in a sing song, took deep breath while cursing her tailor beneath her breath.

"I told him not to tighten this clothes but he wouldn't listen now my mom is going to give me the longest preach to have ever existed along with a sermon then endure my cousins tapping my ass like some balloon. Jealous motherfuckers." She grumbled while jumping to get the skirt to her tummy which is bulging out. The peplum will hide it pretty well.

Jannah brought back the conversation with a frown. "He never replied to any of my messages or even phone calls. I'm not worried, I know he is safe but can't he at least text me back? He is always busy replying emails but not his wife."

Aisha stopped struggling at the downhearted tone her friend just used. She's noticed how she was not being herself the entire four days Adnan had been away. He was spending his time at the penthouse in his company, she's asked Ammar about his whereabouts to be sure he hasn't left the country. Her pride wouldn't allow her to go meet him at the penthouse, she is tired of the chasing.

It is bothering her though. She's lost one or two pounds since his departure that day with his friend, with Imara's questions waiting for her too every night before they go to sleep. She's answered more than enough, he is needed now because she doesn't know what to say to the little girl about her father's sudden disappearance. The both of them had gotten used to having him around but all of a sudden, he's gone missing in action.

Taking a hold of both Jannah's dainty shoulders, she squeezed them encouragingly. "Don't give up just yet. You've come a long way to do that. Go meet him at the penthouse and give him a taste of his own medicine. I won't advise you to go easy on him, don't."

"I can't go meet him today when you are not home. The maids shouldn't be left all alone just yet so I'll go there when you come back later." Jannah sighed, she doesn't want to go from the core of her heart. She is tired.

"I won't be back early like I've said. Maybe around ten in the evening? I just know that those people won't let me go before eight." Aisha went to sit down on her vanity chair to get her makeup done, the finishing.

"Don't worry about me. But who is going to bring you back home? Edward must be busy with Adnan so I'll give you Aaron's number." She fished her phone out from her maxi dress ready to forward her new chauffeur's number to Aisha.

The latter stopped her. "Don't worry, my half brother will see to it that I'm back home safely. The man is more protective of me than his own siblings."

Jannah smiled remembering everything she's told her about her half brother, Bilal. The man that is helping her feed her mother and get her medicines on time. The guy who helped her with a job at the Attahir Villa so she could save up for college and start up something to build her life. He is a good brother, one Jannah would love to meet and thank for all he's done for her friend. It is not everyday that half brothers endorse their siblings.

"Well then, give them that pepper you've been hiding away. And who is getting married again?" Jannah collapsed on the bed with her hands and legs wide open.

Aisha finished carving her brows before answering her with her mouth half open, something she always features whenever she is doing her makeup. "One of my half sisters. She is thirty two and never married before."

And the story clicked in Jannah's head. Why would it not? Aisha loathes all her half siblings except her brother, Bilal. All the others are female it seems and they are older than her twenty two year old self ranging from the oldest who is getting married now at thirty two, the one following her twenty nine, twins twenty seven another girl twenty five. Well, Bilal is the oldest since he is thirty three years old, a year older than his immediate younger sister. They have another brother that just clocked twenty few months ago.

Aisha told her everything she needed to know about the family and it is safe to say she hates the other Garo family for how they treated them after their father's death. All the other woman's children were working and their mother came from a rich family so money was never the problem. Aisha on the other hand is the only one her mother gave birth to and she is not from a rich family leaving them poor and impoverished for the world.

Now things are gradually changing though. With the raise she's gotten from Jannah, the little help from Bilal and her mother who now sells wrappers at home, life is getting much more brighter for them. Isn't it too good to be true though? She hates when thing are going along perfectly, it makes her heart heavy for some reason.

That aside, she asked. "Mon Cherie, when do you plan on telling your husband the truth about the ML?"

ML for memory loss just in case.

"Soon. I'm tired of keeping this secret anyway. It is not fun anymore." Jannah sighed rolling on the bed. Maybe she will tell him the truth when she goes to the penthouse tomorrow.

"Be safe out there. Just call me when anything goes out of hand, hmm?" Aisha paused her hand from applying the eyeliner atop her eyelashes.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Aisha rolled her eyes when she caught the sight of Ammar Ibrahim Attahir in the wedding venue walking beside the groom. Is he friends with any eligible bachelor in Abuja? Why is he just everywhere in her life now? Is it destiny trying to hint some sort of grotesque fate for her?

"Who is that behind Ya Abdul-Jabbar?" One of Aisha's many cousins asked in a hush tone though that isn't necessary with the cacophonous noise in the place.

"I think he is Ammar Ibrahim Attahir." Another one answered but she sounds like Aisha's half sister, the immediate younger sister of the bride who is twenty nine.

Aisha turn around to look at them so she knows who is talking and what they are going to say. The entire Garo sisters and cousins were given a large table at the front beside the bridesmaids so they could at least look important in the wedding. To make the world think they have the best family out there and family comes first, that is a lie. They want the world to see their lies and not the real truth of the family.

Mina's eyes widened, she is the youngest on the table but she acts like she is the all wisest. And she is her favorite cousin sister. "You mean the billionaires younger brother? The oil mogul?"

One of the twins, her half sisters grinned. "I think he is the only Ibrahim Attahir we have. That makes him rich too."

"Do you think he is available?" The other twin asked, her eyes following each move Ammar makes and he is currently trying to sit down on the many chairs meant for groomsmen facing them.

Aisha couldn't help admiring the man in kaftan. She's never seen his older brother wearing such, not even by mistake. He never attends wedding and even if he does, he goes there brooding while wearing expensive suit. But Ammar here cut out the look in his gray kaftan sewn along with babban riga like the other groomsmen though you could see his is more lavish and extravagant. From the embroidery designed for royalty and the sheer handsomeness-

Or is it because he looks more clean-cut than the other men around him? She looked away immediately when she realized what she was doing. She is doing the same thing her half sisters and cousins are doing, checking men out in case one of them will catch them in the act and work on it. She is never going to be with Ammar, that is a no-go territory. She hates the guy.

"...he is available or not? It's not like there is a leash around his neck or something." Her sister's comment caught her attention then the girls on the table laughed raucously to get attention.

"You are right. And besides, he is not married which is a small bonus." The first twin, Hassana whispered but it was loud enough for everyone on the table to hear her.

The bearable sister -the one she thought was bearable- at twenty five, Munira chirped in. "What about his older brother? I want to go for the largest fish. Go bigger go home."

"Draco? I beg you to not even talk about him. The man spells danger." Mina's eyes bulged to exaggerate her point which got flipped by many on the table.

"What is so dangerous about him? Because he doesn't smile? Who cares? As long as I'll be able to get my hands on his wealth and become his wife, his danger be damned. He won't kill me in the least." Munira rolled her eyes at her cousin.

Mina wasn't having it because she's always believed in what she knows. "I heard you disappear when you as much as breath wrongly in his direction."

"Please, stop listening to those rumors the plebeians make about us the wealthy. He is a man and I am a woman, you know wha happens. And I am a full option, no man can resist me." The girls whooped, encouraging her with false compliments.

There is no doubt Munira packed all the beauty in her home along with a great body. Standing five feet five, she's got a body to die for with large breasts to fill up her chest and more than enough butt to attract attention wherever she goes. Which is why she rarely wears anything that won't reveal her endowed body. Her skin is the lightest though she adds creams, a small pert nose and bee-stung lips to go with it. She won't be called fat, maybe chubby just like Aisha.

As they continue to act like voyeurs over the Ibrahim Attahir brothers, Aisha's concentration mulled from one place to another. Them thinking they could even see Draco in their lives is a great mistake talk less of anyone of the seducing him. The man is definitely going to walk out of a room filled with luscious women with the most curvaceous body. If he was after women, he wouldn't have settled for his wife but he isn't. They should calm their large tits. Not every man prefers a curvaceous woman.

Then it drifted to the last conversation she's had with her mother earlier that week when she went to collect her own anko to give her tailor.

"A'i, you are not getting any younger, you need to get married too so I can see your children before I die. You are the only one I have." Her mother held her hands in both of her smaller ones.

Aisha rolled her eyes, they've never had this conversation in a serious tone. "Mom, don't worry about me. I will marry when the time comes."

"When you turn thirty or thirty five like your sister?" She asked sharply, her eyes now taking another edge Aisha had never seen.

"No, of course not. As soon as the husband comes, I meant to say. Why so serious? Don't tell me you have some dead illness and the doctor said you are going to die?" She joked in a light voice to keep the conversation flowing.

Her mother rolled her eyes. "I am more healthy than a horse, that I am sure. I'm just worried that I've never caught you on phone talking to any man like most girls. Not even when you were in high school and you never talk about them too. I'm starting to worry."

Aisha gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her chest in mockery. "Don't tell me you think I'm swinging the other side?"

Her mother hit her thighs hard. "No, silly."

She was yanked into the reality by her cousin sister, Atika. "Ammar Attahir has been staring at you. What's up?" Atika wiggled her brows after she whispered in Aisha's ear.

Instead of waiting for a beat or two before looking up, she did so almost immediately in an embarrassing way. He gave her a small smile but all she could return was a flattened look of question. His smile dropped and he scowled which she returned with one of her own, pursing her mouth to the side for emphasis. He tried doing the same but looked like a clown, she guffawed.

The other occupants of the table saw that and turn to look at the duo. All of them gasped seeing who she was talking to with facial expressions and their lips slackened when they realize that he is also returning one of his many gestures to entertain her. Jealousy started bubbling out from each member of the table except for Atika who watched with utter amusement. She intentionally got Aisha's attention because of this drama.

"Is he talking to her?" One of them asked, Aisha didn't bother looking up to see who.

She immediately left the table because she's promised her mother to not cause any trouble at the wedding that day and if she stays there, words will fly and maybe one or two fists across some jaws and chins. She meandered around the venue while greeting some relatives she recognized until she made it to the safety of the fresh air outside. She didn't know that Ammar stood up the minute she did and followed her.

That got more than one brow raising, almost everyone noticed that and tongues started wagging restlessly inside.