Married to"The Sarki". ✔️

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🎼~curious girl she got questions for Siri~🎼

"Maama! Your parents are calling you" Fatima said to me immediately when she entered my room.

"Aren't they your parents too?" "I'll tell them". I told her

"aa wasa nakeyi " she said ( aa I'm just joking). She replied

I went downstairs to meet my parents who were seated on the chair, they looked like they were having a serious conversation.

"Aisha yarinya ta, ya kike?"( Aisha my daughter, how are you?), My father said, he still calls me 'yarinya' when I'm a 23 year old girl, he still sees me as his baby.

"Lafiya kalau Baba" ( I'm very fine, Dad).

"Toh Maama we are here with an important issue" My mum said.

What were they about to tell me, I suddenly became curious more like scared.

" We are here with a marriage proposal, we know what happened to you these past months and we know it was tough" Mama said

That was definitely what I was expecting " A marriage proposal"? I asked, shock visible all over my face.

"Yes my very good friend Hajiya Maryam saw you at the wedding dinner, she liked you and she wanted her son to settle down with you" My mum said.
"Her son even works with your father, he's doing extremely well financially and he is very good at heart", she added.

" Just know we aren't forcing you to do anything, you can think about it for as long as you want and let us know what you want" My dad said. He looked extremely happy.

What if I didn't want to get married now, will it hurt them? But this wasn't about them right? It was me that was getting married, so I should think about myself, I don't even know the man I'm getting married to,

Getting married to? That is if I even accept right?.

"Okay I'll think about it" I told them.

"Hajiya Maryam and her son we'll be coming tomorrow, so you can decide then if you want the marriage or not" My mum said.

The son doesn't have a name? I obviously couldn't ask that. I will just wait to the 'Son' then.

"Sai da Safe" I told my parents, then I went to my room.

Marriage?, was I even ready?, After all the rubbish that man show me? Men are not to be trusted, but I trust my dad and some other men of course, so could he be an exception? I'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out.

I pushed away my thoughts and went to sleep

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"Mama your guests are—" Fatima started but stopped when she laid her eyes on me

"You look very very pretty" Fatima said in awe.

"Wallahi (I swear to God) Fati I'm scared of meeting these people, Go and check who they are please".

"Okay I'll go, but let me even check if their still outside" she said while walking to my window.

"See cars" God!" Fatima said

I quickly came to see what she was talking about, they were about three massive Mercedes-Benz cars parked in front of eachother, And there were men wearing black suits standing in front of the cars.

"Which kind of people are these, they must be extremely wealthy" Fatima said while I was there looking at the men standing outside our house, which kind of people do they want me to get Married to?.

Fati went to check who the guests were and she came back in a jiffy.

" Oh my God, it's Sarki, Alhaji Bilal Muhammad Kabir, he's with his mother" Fatima said it very fast that I almost didn't understand what she said till it dawn on me.

"What?", I was genuinely shocked, why will my parents get me married to someone who was old enough to give birth to someone younger than fatima?.

"Yes, infact they want you downstairs now". She said.

"Mama said you should serve them refreshments" she added.

"What about Mary the new house help?" I asked her.

"She was dismissed since, how would you know when you were in your own prison" she replied.

" So you cannot take it to them" I asked her.

"Why would I?, after all they're your guests" she said then she quickly ran out of the room.

I went to the kitchen upstairs and took out two non alcoholic wine bottles, glass cups, and cookies on the tray.

I went downstairs to meet the guest but my head was down, my eyes looking at the tray I was carrying, I was sad because of how disappointed my parents and his mother will feel because I was definitely going to decline this proposal.

Not only does he look twice my age, he is also very rude, I mean he couldn't even apologize after hitting our car.

I walked slowly and placed the tray on the centre table, then I sat down close to my mother.

"Sannu da zuwa" ( Welcome),  I told them.

"Oh my you look very beautiful Masha Allah" Hajiya Maryam said.

I smiled,"Thank you". She was very sweet.

"Meet my son Bilal" she said.

"Assalamu Alaikum"(peace be upon you) he said, his voice sounded so deep and sexy at the same time.

But he's rude, I reminded myself.

I looked up to reply him but I received the shock of my life, he didn't look old, infact he looked extremely handsome, he was literally the most beautiful person I've ever seen in my whole life, I definitely wasn't exaggerating.

"Wa'alaikumus salam" (peace be upon you too), I replied.

So I looked at the wrong person and assumed it was him, no wonder them Fatima were talking about him being handsome, wait but how can a human being look this handsome.

I wanted to look at him again but I couldn't because I didn't want him to catch me staring.