The doorbell rang.
I ran to get the door.
"sister mabruka" I hugged her.
"Good evening". A girl greeted.
"Morning". I smiled at her.
I carried the baby she was holding as the other boy hugged me.
"Cuties". I gave a compliment.
We walked to the living room."How is my baby doing? "Sister Mabruka asked.
"Which baby?" I asked.
"I know you and Mubarak are keeping the good news from me. Besides it's 3months already".
"There is nothing. We are not keeping anything from you".
"Are you sure? "
I nodded.
"What are your names? "
"I'm Nabil and she is baby Nabila."The little boy answered.
"Wow ".
"Nabil go inform your uncle upstairs that I'm around". Sister mabruka said.
"Right away". The boy left.
"Salma . Have got you a maid. I know this house is too big for you to take care of it alone".
I smiled at the girl.
"I am Bilkisu". The girl spoke.
"Uwlc". I smiled.
"And how is Mubarak? Hope there is no complain?"
A tear dropped." How can I tell you all what has been happening?" I said in my mind.
"What reason will she have to complain? "Mubarak came from behind us.
Muah. He kissed my lips.
"What! This guy is funny. What is he doing". I said in my mind as I stared at him in surprise.
"Have missed you, sis". He hugged her.
"Me too". She hugged him tighter.
"You guys don't want to give me a child". Sister mabruka.
"We are working on that. Right? " He looked at me.
I gave them a fake smile.
I'll go set the dining. I left.
Mubarak's pov.
"Do you see what I'm telling you? She is a very nice girl, very sweet". Sister mabruka said.
"Yes, she is". I gave her a fake smile.
"Nabila come here. I stretched out my hands to carry her...... Let's go and check on your aunt".
We moved to the kitchen.....
"You! I exclaimed as she turned around.
I moved closer.
"I'll kill you if you dare say anything to my sister". I squeezed her wrist.
"Ouch! She exclaimed in pain.
I can hear the door opening slowly so I grabbed her waist immediately.
"Baby why are you pushing me away. Let me kiss you". I pointed out my lips trying to kiss her.
"I gave her a kiss". I felt strange for a reason I don't know.
"Erm". Sister Mabruka cleared her throat from behind.
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Salma's Nikahh
General FictionAn interesting story filled with hardship, tears, love and patience.