Nu'aimat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 55

A year later.

Zohra and Harees were already married and Harees moved down to Nigeria with Zohra into their own very new mansion in Abuja, Uzair married Zuhurah on the same day Ubayd and Ameerah got married, both couples are living in Abuja, Zuhura was already heavily pregnant, even Sabira was married,

A month after a year, Zaid's mansion was in full action and being decorated, food was being prepared, Zohra, Zuhura, Aisha, Ameerah, Muayad, Harees, Uzair, Ubayd, Zaid, Sabira, Aunt Chandni and Muayad's step siblings and father were in the mansion, preparing a welcome feast for Nuaimat, whose plane was yet to land,

They were all excited, "i just can't imagine how she will be, maybe lean or even fat" said Khairiya in the kitchen as she slice some onions, "yeah, i have being thinking of that too, one year isnt a joke" said Zuhura as she chews on a fruit, "it really ain't a joke, with the way you are taking in that bunch" said Aisha motioning to Zuhurah's fat belly and the bunch of halve gone grapes, Ameerah, Sabira and Khairiya giggled,while Aunt Chandni pinched Aisha on the cheeks,

Zohra just smiled but in her eyes were hint if sadness, "cheer up, i know she is eager to be coming home" said Sabira nudging Zohra a bit, Zohra smiled and nodded.

Two hours later, Zohra and Muayad drove to the airport, they waited for ten minutes before the private  plane landed, Zohra suddenly become uncomfortable.

Nuaimat

A year and a month and i am finally back, i miss everyone and i mean everyone, there was one person that i was dying to see most,  my father, yes my only father, so when the plane landed, i suddenly felt nervous, what if they don't still trust me, or are still scared of me, but what i decided to embrace what ever it is too come and as i unbuckled my seat belt, i said help me oh Allah, 

On stepping outside the stairs, i closed my eyes and let the afternoon breeze and sun hit me square on the face, i left in summer and back in summer, i then opened my eyes to see Zohra and Muayad on the runway, the last i saw them, was when pictures of the wedding was shown to me by the proprietress, i was so excited at that time and sad i missed the wedding but glad my absence didn't stop them from having fun, i was glad they looked happy,

Life there was everything you could imagine of, i mean in terms of good, annoying, freedomless, i mean everything,

You see on the first day i arrived, i saw the place like some sort of prison, because everyone was on uniform, the news of my arrival spread wide, A QATARI PRINCESS IS HERE, THE FOUND PRINCESS OF QATAR IS HERE,

On first sight i totally hated the place, even when i was checking in the woman annoyed me, i wasn't even pleased that i got a room to myself which was something rare, believe me i hate Zaid and co the more, my anger knew no bounds when i was given my seven sets of boring looking uniforms and my schedules, i was told almost everything was compulsory, like appearing for meals, meeting the therapist which is everyday, everything and everyone was irritating at first, but eventually i grew to accept them and poured out my heart and accepted they emotional and spiritual treatment,

"Now this is it Nuaimat, only two people came to get you, but say what, be strong be strong be strong" i said to myself, as i took each step down, i think, maybe they are still angry with me for all those words, maybe they still think am crazy, please note, i wasn't crazy, i just had an emotional break down which affected me in a small way, Zohra was also coming my way,  it made me more nervous,

On meeting  , we looked at each other,  i let out the breath i never knew i held, "hey" i muster up some courage and said,

"Hey, wait we haven't seen you for one year and you just say hey" asked Zohra taken aback, "oh" i inaudibly exclaimed,