*** A while later, She left us both and asked Abdul to take me home. I felt goosebumps crawling on my skin as my heart started beating harder, but I tried as much as possible to control my breath. "And please, be romantic, okay?" She added as he took me to his car. I waved her goodbye and we left their compound. We listened to Al-qunut till we entered Zainab's extra-large compound.  "Ummm... Aren't you leaving?" "Can't I sleep over?" "No you can't." I burst out laughing. "We are going to live together when we get m

Dr. Abdullah in his mind, let out a whole series of sighs that sounded like complaints unspoken. He was worried and wondered why they came to his house early that morning. Was it because of what happened last night? Maybe or maybe not. All their faces were looking serious and unfriendly. "Assalam 'Alaikum..." He greeted. "Wa'alaikum Sallam." They answered as they all walked in. "How can I help you officers, hope no problem?" His eyes searching their strong faces. "We're looking for one Miss Aisha Akorede." One thick-voiced man answered. I walked into the living room as I heard my name. "I'm Aisha Akorede, sir."

*** The Following Day 9:45 a.m. Abdullah went to the hospital while his mum went to visit an old-friend. I was already prepared to go and pick Zainab from the hospital so, I walked outside. I decided to peep and take a view of outside when I saw two strange looking at my direction and walking towards the gate. One was holding a gun and the other, was with a sharp knife. I quickly rushed inside the house and locked the door. Later, there was a knock on the gate. Mallam dogo went to answer, looking at their suspicious faces. "Where your madam?" One of them with a huge scar across his face asked "My madam don commot, She no dey." 

*** "It's almost 3 months now. The Akerele's came here looking for you. Hajia Mariam is pregnant." "Really dad! Masha Allah!! I'm happy for them..." I muttered happily. It was so unbelievable... Strings of tears immediately formed at the edge of my eyes.  "So, why didn't they call me or find me at least?" I asked dad.  "I guess, maybe they weren't opportuned to. They actually came to ask for your forgiveness and to thank you as well." "Subhanallah! That family served as my benefactor to me. I would never ever be angry at them for anything, dad I love than you would ever imagine" "Really? "

*** It was an autumn wedding in the late afternoon. The venue was in a beautiful garden, faced a breathtaking sunset. At the end of each seat arranged, jasmine scented candles hung from a naked tree branches. Spread down the aisle was white leaves, as far as eyes could see, slightly moist that they wouldn't crack when you step on them. We had a small groups of close families and friends. Most of my the central mosque's  members were present, including Iya Owala and Adduni's mother. They were all dressed in a beautiful silver and gold designed asoebi ankara as planned. The styles of their golden gele was so unique, I couldn't help but to smile. It was a beautiful wedding, indeed. On the side of the aisle, they sat white chairs for them on the natural carpet-grass. "Okay, okay, Aisha... You need to breath.