Haneesa's POV

Six hours journey no be joke ashe.

I have a very weird feeling I've broken a bone no rephrase that I've broken all my bones. My body hurts. I feel like puking my guts out and yelling at Ahmaad to drive faster.

Abuja to Gombe!! Hmm! remind me next time to follow the plane, I am never going by car. Never.

Ahmaad finally parks the car in front of our side, oh sweet home. We are staying in Gombe for few days because of how tired I am then we will join the rest in Dukku.

Finally I will have my husband to myself for a while before we go back then I will have to share him with Munayarh.

I let the hot water wash my stress off, the door to the bathroom open and Ahmaad walks in ready to take a shower also.

Not happening young man. Wallahi you won't make me take a shower with you cause I know it will lead to something and that something will lead to me taking another bath before praying and I am exhausted to take the long route, so no thank you. I'm good.

I sneak out wrapping my towel around my body and I hear him whine about not fair.
Wai na ja mishe rai.

"If you ever tease me like that you will regret it babe" he yelled before locking the door and I laugh. Throwing my black sports bra and sweat pants, I pray Zuhr and Asr then lay on the bed waiting for Ahmaad to dress up so we can eat.

"Have you prayed?" He asked and I had to resist the urge to beat him up, I'm hungry Allah!

"Yes" I simply replied and he nod his head setting to pray when he started reciting suratul Baqarah I knew I was dead meat. He will literally read half of the surah and by the time he is done I might have started smelling like rotten fish cause I've been long dead.

I groaned in annoyance stomping my feet on the ground. very matured, I know.
He proceeded to recite suratul Muhammad.

Shikenan.

Hunger with kill me today no doubt.

By now I was rolling on the ground chanting the shahadah.

Ya Allah grant me Al-Jannatul Firdausi if I die. Take care of my loaf of a fruit bread husband!! May he not kill his other wife out of hunger like he killed his first wife.

I had the urge to pray Nafillah and prolong my sujood praying for Ahmaad to be forgiven for committing murderer but I am so hungry to stand up.

"Allahu Akbar!!!" This man is not serious, he is just going for ruku'u fah!

Hmm

My stomach growled.

Kai to hell with love, goals and romance.

Wai ni I must wait for my husband to eat cause it is romantic koo? Abeg fuck that!

I run to the kitchen and grab a plate before putting the basmati rice we bought in a restaurant on the plate, I made sure to keep some for my hubby before warming the plate full of rice, salad and chicken with kidney sauce.

Finally, finally I sat down on the couch eating and catching on an episode of Raven's home. It's better than watching Kardashians talking about how ooh Scott did this Kanye did that.
Don't judge me I love watching the film but their iyayi is too much and I'm in no mood to watch them.

"Ya Allah take care of my loaf of a fruit bread husband for me koo?!" Ahmaad's deep voice mimicked making me jump in fear

"I thought you were praying"

"I was praying, so my ears are still working besides it is hard not to hear you.. Anee you were literally shouting like an old woman who broke her hip!" He said walking to the kitchen to help himself with food.

"Shurrup"

"Scoot your big butt" he whole whistle staring at my chest as he sits down next to holding his glass of orange juice.

"Big butt baa?" I hissed

"Haba baby you know I love you even though you have big butt, kai that's what makes me love you more." I rolled my eyes sipping his drink, he didn't say anything just a warning glare which I ignored.

"Anee please wear a T-shirt, it's distracting" he whine dropping his food

"Your not serious"

"Stop teasing me" he scowled and I groan dragging me feet to find something to wear, knowing Ahmaad very well he will take this to another level and I just want to sleep.

"I will be staying few days in Dukku before coming back here" Ahmaad announce when my eyes start to drop, I quickly sit up and look at him confused.

"Why?"

"Work" he huffed "Salman and I will be going together, something about Abba sharing his property."

"Oh"

"Yeah, you will fine in Dukku right? Inbihaj will be there and Zubaina" he said massaging my thighs.

"I hope so" I yawned.

"I am sorry, I swear I will be back as soon as possible"

"It's okay" I assured but really it is not okay.

He is leaving me alone with Ummah and Munayarh.

Not that I am sacred of that Munayarh of a girl tbh she is the least intimidating person on earth but Ummah?

She will go any means to hurt me, I know that but one thing I for sure.. I will try as much as possible to make her like me but it sure as hell won't be easy.

"I love you Anee" I barely heard that, his voice sound sleepy too. He pick me up in his hand bridal style before laying me on the bed.

"I love you too Ahmaadidi" I smiled before drifting into sleep.

***

"Ahmaduuu! Drop me down this instant!!" I yell but to no avail, he just laugh, the kain laugh that sent shivers down my spine making me want to pee suddenly.

"Haba Ahmaadu"

"You won't stop calling me Ahmaadu baa? you make me look like one old man who is a gateman" no offense.

"Cause you are one. Now drop me DanAllah" wondering where I am? So this guy literally carried me and dropped me on his shoulder as if I am some bag of sugar, he won't drop me till we reach the kitchen wai.

"I don't know why you are complaining, you should be happy you don't have to walk to the kitchen" he grumble dropping me on the counter and I stick out my tongue for him. Childish, I know.

"So what's for breakfast Mr Handsome?" I teased knowing very well he can't cook, the only thing he knows how to do is coffee, tea, egg (half done fah) then fry chips (which he will buy from the supermarket, the already sliced ones) even the chips ma he will let it burn. He is a failure I'm telling you.

And here I thought I will have those husbands that will cook for me, you know breakfast in bed but in reality I am stuck with this big sexy looking man.

"You will be amazed I'm telling you" he said getting the frying pan out.

Lemme go and start calling the fire extinguishers. Abeg!

"Are you sure about that? I mean I don't want you to burn my cute ass kitchen" I pout

"Trust me baby, I've got this. Do me a favour and help me tie my apron"

I got off the counter walking to were he is, he is wearing a tight black T-shirt that showed his muscles too much torture and now he is wearing an apron on. shoot me!

I stealthily snap chat him while he furrow his eyebrows in confusion. Oh sweet baby looking drop dead gorgeous. I posted the snap after editing and writing my man! With lots of hearts to show that we are we need no third party, all this single ladies that will be looking for husband.. Sorry he has me so go and die.

When the kitchen starts getting smokey, ahh I take that as my cue to run. Even if it's fire please let it not start with me.
I'm a good wife Allah but I don't want to get burnt joorh. I take the opportunity to call Amtullah and she answers after two rings, her voice is much more better than when we left and I'm glad she is getting back on her feet.

"Shoot me babe! Just please kill me" she sighed dramatically

"What is it?"

"Number one stop posting your husband on Snapchat, yes he is fine and he is yours no need to rub it off on us single ladies" she laughed, "number two baba is back, and he has given me one month to bring out husband or he will marry me off to one of his friends"

"Oya lie"

"Ehn aunty I am serious oo"

"Lie again, no just lie"

"Go to hell. I thought you will help how stupid of me, do you think i will lie about such thing"

"I know you won't babe, I was tryna make you feel better you know. Anyways I will find hubby for you don't worry"

"If it's Mukhtar no thank you, I would rather marry one of baba's friends"

"It's won't be him" I frown, I glance at the kitchen and the smoke is reducing. Thank The Lord!

"So any news about Mubarak?" I question quietly, she keep quiet for a while before sniffing and I figured out she is crying "I'm sorry tutu babyyyy Please don't cry"

"It's fine, it's just that he is still not waking up although he has been operated, he is not waking up. His sister told me they are thinking if taking him abroad, Hanee he is not waking up. What do I do?"

"He will wake up In Shaa Allah, don't think negatively just keep praying for him" this time around I heard Ahmaad shout before a loud thud follows. Ya Salaam. This man wants to kill him for me. "Okay I will call you later my hubby is trying to kill himself, bye" I ramble and she laugh while I throw my phone on the couch running to the kitchen.

"Ahmaad meya faru?" I panicked when he is on the floor covered in flour. How? When? What? I so badly wanted to get my phone and take a picture of him cause he look so cute but then he is wincing in pain.

"Don't worry I am fine, I slipped" he said getting up by the support of the counter.

"You know what? Just leave I will cook something for us" I said sighing looking around my messed up kitchen. Ugh.

"No baby I really want to cook for you besides I'm done" he said grabbing a plate and I watch him serve the uuugh is that omelet? I am deaddddddd like dead, dead! Then French toast is burnt, it's black.. It's smokey serf. Then we have tea which is the only normal thing there

I planted a fake smile on my face as he serve us, I sip the tea first.. It was okay but too much sugar although I didn't voice it out. this guy literally tried to cook for me the least I can do is be grateful. One bite at the omelet inalilahi wa'ina ilaihi rajiun! My dear I was running to the bathroom where I puked my guts out

"Are you okay?" Ahmaad asked and i push him away not wanting him to see me like this. What is wrong with me? Yes the food is horrible but come on why I'm I puking my guts out? I just ate one spoon fah.

"I'm fine" I said feeling weak.. Why won't I feel weak when I am vomiting nothing.

"I am sorry, I will order something" he said walking away and I feel bad. oh baby!
I brushed my teeth and walked out then fell flatly on the bed.

**

Oya May God give us husband that can cook not someone like Ahmaad who will poison someone😂😂 Amiiiin.

Sorry Ahmaad😂😂😉 it's not your fault.

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