Abdulrahim 's POV
I stopped the alarm and got up for fajr. I felt sharp pain in my spinal cord guess it's because I slept on the floor. I looked at Hannan as she was sleeping like a baby.
I leaned over to the bed about to wake her up and the thought of last night bumped into my head. Maybe I should probably leave her alone cos she obviously need some space.
But then it's prayer we're talking about! 'Hey... Hanny wake up.. I said. She opened her eyes and smiled widely at me. My heart stopped beating for a while! Wondering why she was smiling at me after what happened last night .
"Good morning.. She said still smiling..
"Erm.. Morning angel.. I replied still dumbfounded.
'Is it time for fajr?
"Yes. I'm about going to masjid and decided to wake you before going.
" thank you so much ' she said giggling.
What's wrong with her? What could possibly make her this happy? She stood up and went to the bathroom when I left to the masjid.When I returned I saw Hannan making breakfast with my mum and aisha, my mum normally makes breakfast immediately after fajr so everyone will eat and go back to sleep. I bowed and greeted my mum.. 'How was your night?
'Fine mum.. Alhamdulillah. I said
'Your wife is a good cook! My mum said smiling and rubbing Hannan's shoulder.
Hannan blushed and grinned at me. 'mami so I can't cook again ba? Aisha complained feeling jealous and wiping away fake tears. I smiled and went into my room.
I lay in bed thinking of how Hannan's happy face made my heart filled with joy.
Then I heard a knock on the door. Come in I said sitting up on the bed. Hannan stepped in and told me breakfast is served. 'Okay.. Thank you I said making an attempt to stand but I couldn't.
My back aches so bad. I groaned in pain as I sat down again. She rushed to me and suddenly looked worried. 'What's wrong? She asked.
'Nothing special. It's just a mere pain in my back.. I said cos i don't want her to worry about me.
"What happened to your back! ? She asked sitting next to me.
"Uhm... Nothing I dunno. I said looking elsewhere. In order to avoid her asking more questions, I asked her to bring my breakfast to the room cos I can't go downstairs.
"Okay.. Sit here. She said pointing to the edge of the bed,took a pillow and used it to support my back as I leaned on the wall. She went out and brought my breakfast. Twas egg, bread and coffee.
I ate it and she returned the plate to the kitchen. " how are you feeling now?
" it's fine now I said smiling so she won't be worried.
'okay. So... What was that all about ? Why can't you tell your parents the truth about me? Don't you know they'll eventually find out?
I remained mute.. I was confused but she's right! I lied without thinking about all that. I'm not even good at lying!
"Hannan .. You're right. I hate lying, I had no choice.. I've never lied to my parents before... Not even a white lie. I don't want my parents to seem disappointed.
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Hannan
SpiritualHannan Rajab is a teenage Nigerian Muslim girl, who is broken hearted. She was betrayed by her only love Jafar Hafiz. Who broke her heart on their high school graduation ceremony. Hannan vowed never to have anything with any guy again. As she tries...