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I managed to snap.
I can hear the car horn notifying me that I am the one they are waiting for.I rushed Downstairs.
I almost tripped down on my heels.
"Calm down". I stopped.
"Salma you have to walk slowly so that you don't trip". I whispered.
I walked slowly.We had a peaceful drive to our house.
I salam. We dare not knock at Malam's house.
Mairo our maid opened the door."Sally". She hugged me.
"Mario".
"Ina hajiya? I released the hug.
As we all walked inside."Tana daki".
I ran upstairs leaving sister mabruka and the rest in the living room.
"Hajiya ". I hugged her.
"Baby nah". She hugged me.
I began crying immediately.
I couldn't stop crying. I miss Hajiya.
"Lafiya diyata? "
"Hajiya ta". I cried.
"Naam".
"Hajiya Mubarak".
"Menene ya Faru ?"
'I'm tired of Mubarak. I'm just pretending that everything is fine". I looked at her face with my face full of tears.
"My daughter I won't ask you what happened but I want you to believe that this is Allah's doing. After sorrow it is happiness. Please be patient.
"Hajiya. Mu...ba.....rak". I stammered.
"Kiyi hakuri. Allah zai Miki agora. Kinji?""
I nodded my head.
"Sister Salma". She came to me.
"Khadijah". I smiled.
"How far?
"My sissy". She called out.
"Yes". I replied.
"You are slim, not as beautiful as before ".
"Kiyi min shiru. Your eyes sees everything. And haven't I told you to stop coming to my room?". Hajiya said to khadijah.
"Hajiya. I apologized and I returned the ring". Khadijah.
"Do you know what she did?" Hajiya looked at me.
"She stole my room keys. Entered my room and stole my ring".
"Sister. I told her to give it to me and she refused. So I stole it".
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Salma's Nikahh
General FictionAn interesting story filled with hardship, tears, love and patience.