MAYBE, JUST MAYBE

GUEST

Yo!!! It's me again with another wonderful book

"Maybe, Just Maybe "

This book is dedicated to a one hell of a biscuit lover.
She was the first person to read my first book 💙 Godiya Lodi Lodi

                  ~•| Author's Note|•~

"Maybe, just Maybe" is a complete friction. It's a book I created just to ease boredom. I really want to be a part of writers that publish many books especially.....Should I call name?

Sha,  no need

I own every part of this book, so no part should be used without permission

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2021 All rights reserved

KADUNA STATE,  NIGERIA

Sitting on the Brown leather huge sofa of the sitting room, she sighed again for the 9th time. All what she hates in her whole 23 years of living is  menstrual cramps. Thou it's usually  the first day of every month that she experience those cramps, but she doesn't sleep till dawn because of pain which frustrates her.  She saw remote close to her and remembering that her favourite show has started on St kung-fu. She started watching almost forgetting that she has cramps until when her stomach turned around making her yell. Well thanks to the sweetened yoghurt and the biscuit she took earlier courtesy of jawahir which now she's suffering while the idiot is there sleeping peacefully. She knows that she can't say no to the two especially Biscuit. She loves biscuit for Africa!

"Maryam!" Her mom called her name loudly not caring that it's almost mid night

"Uhm" She answered reluctantly not attempting to get up

" :You are here watching that stupid thing with... "  She glared at Her daughter
"Don't you for once know that It's mid night already!" Rambled her mother yelling . She's used to her mother's yells and rambles no not only her but all her siblings. Their mother shouts at every small thing

For Allah's sake Ammiey you said it yourselves that it's mid night already but look at how you are shouting.

"Iyyyeh!!! What are you doing here if you know it's mid night ?" Maryam just looked at the TV to stop herself from Rolling her eyes

"Better go and and sleep because we are waking up early because we are having a guest"

"Oh ni!  Ammiey you keep saying guest, guest as if this guest is coming immediately after subh. Are they even sitting on my head" She said 'almost' rolling her eyes. She quickly stooped herself knowing what she would face. Her mother opened her palms wide at her " Sena fasa miki baki( I'll break your mouth) better get up because I'm coming  to wake you up early in the morning because we have to prepare. Stupid Girl" She hissed and left to her room  leaving Maryam there. For one bit, her mother's insult didn't touch her because they are used to it

Her especially

***

As early as 7am,  Jawahir kept tapping her legs or more like 'slapping her legs' telling her to wake up. The girl is a mini devil

"Wallahi if you don't let me be I'll make sure to break that wide nose of yours" Maryam said with a sleepy voice

"Haan!  What is now my problem? Ammiey told me to wake you fah" The 19 year old girl said trying to stifle her laugh. Maryam ignored her and pulled the duvet but the girl pulled it back knowing that she'll wake up but surprisingly that still didn't stop her from continuing with her sleep. Jawahir bit her lips and moved to Maryam's ear. She screamed into her ear making her open her eyes quickly even standing up on the bed  "JAWAHIR! " She yelled out of frustration  as she saw the girl laughing her ass off by the side. She rose up and ran after her with a pillow while she ran out of the room and bumped into thier mother. Jawahir gulped and quickly left the room. Hajia Aisha Umar Farouq hissed lightly after the jawahir left. She always wonders why her children are the exact definition of unladylike. She shifted her gaze to Maryam who jumped off the bed immediately. It wasn't even that. The girl's hair was in a messy low bun which proves even more about what she said

Unladylike

Maryam Greeted her while she answered. She made her way to the girl's closet without saying anything to her. She searched it well before she brought out some clothes. She handed it to Maryam while the girl collected with furrowed eye brows

"Put on these" She said leaving no room for the girl to protest. She turned and left the room. Maryam only sighed wondering when their mother would change.  She yells over everything, always has a frown on her face, her head always held up high

Hmm

She fell into the toilet and did what she was supposed to do and dressed. She didn't bother applying any make up because she's not a fan of for one bit. she made the bed and whatnot running to the kitchen. Thankfully Jawahir is home so she helped Ammeiy do some things even before Maryam came to the Kitchen. She narrowed her eyes as the list of variety they have to do now. She glanced at Jawahir but girl only shrugged and went on cooking. They cooked breakfast, A different breakfast from the one they usually have. Alhaji Umar farouq came out of his room. He smiled after seeing Maryam setting the table. She greeted him while he answered moving  to the sitting room and turned on the TV.  After setting the table, her Mother told her to go remove the apron and go to her room and fix up. She went and she only applied powder without even kohl. She adjusted her scarf into her favourite 'Zarah Buhari ' style. Jawahir came into the room holding something on her hand. She moved to where Maryam stood and she grabbed her arm. She put on the wrist watch she just entered the room with on Maryam's wrist

"What is these? Why is she telling me to fix up? And these New watch" Maryam stared at the watch "I have so many of them then why a New one?"

"I don't know Ya Mary. All I know is Ammeiy gave you a new watch but didn't give me. I Just wonder what all the preparations are for"

"Come the guest is here" Their mother said coming into the room and for the first time today, she smiled. However, they all noticed the 'is' in her sentence instead of the 'are' they are supposed to hear. This means that all this while the guest was just one and they keep preparing like a bunch of guests are coming . They trailed behind thier mother and went to the sitting room. Maryam saw a Man about early 30s sitting on the dinning chair. " Really?" She muttered to herself not minding if those close to her heard her. So it's not even their Father's Friend or a bunch of guests that they did all this. Just for him. She knows that he's older than her but not old enough to be her father so obviously  he's not their father's friend.

"Bring the casserole" Her mother whispered to her while she nodded and moved to the kitchen. She took the casserole and came out. She kept it on the table and greeted the precious Guest. He answered also munching on his food. That was when she looked at him well. He looks rich and kinda handsome.
( Not her words😁)

She searched the place with her eyes but noticed that the only vacant chair is the chair opposite the guest so this, means..
Gosh!

She sat after she received the deadly glare from both her parents. She served herself some things and munched slowly after feeling his uncomfortable gaze on her. Their father cleared his throat "Abdullah , This is Maryam and this is Jawahir" He pointed at each of them. The Man smiled "Oh Allah Sarki so this is  Maryam" He said looking at her. Their mother couldn't hide the smile and how happy she felt while both daughters are nothing but confused

"Maryam, Jawahir, This is My friend's Son...  Abdullah Idris Uthman " But the next thing he said made made Maryam choke on her Food

"This is the Man you are getting married to Maryam"

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