MY LIFE AS A STEPMOM🖤✅|COMPLETED

INTRODUCTION✨

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ASMAU

"Ring---ring---ring." Immediately I stepped out of the bathroom, I heard my cellphone ringing. I walked to my bed and took a glance at my screen then realize that it was my boyfriend calling.

"Hello baby doll" Came his husky voice.

"Abdul I told you to stop calling me that." I pouted as if he could see me and used my shoulders to support my phone so I could adjust the towel that was wrapped around me.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just can't help it. The name is so cute," he chuckled, and I couldn't help but smile at his words. I truly adore him. "So, how are you doing? How's the wedding going?"

"Wallahi, Alhamdulillah. I've been busy since morning. The bride isn't even as busy as I am," I laughed, shaking my head at the memory of the day's hustle and bustle.

"Well, baby, that's the perk of being the bride's sister. So, can we go out if you're not busy?" he inquired.

"I'm sorry, babyna. I can't. We need to go get Ya Aisha's dinner dress from the fashion designer. They weren't done the last time we went," I explained, my mind already preoccupied with the upcoming tasks.

"No problem! But who are you going with?"

"I'll be with Ya Salma, Ibty, Farhan, Mimi, and Amirah," I answered.

"Okay, but when can we meet then?" he pressed further.

"I'm not sure. Maybe after the wedding," I replied, my thoughts drifting to the chaos of the event.

"Alright, I hope so. I miss my baby so much. I want to see your beautiful face that lights up my day," he confessed, his words causing a warm blush to spread across my cheeks. I covered my face shyly with my palm, even though he couldn't see me.

"Wallahi, I want to see you too. That's why I'm eager for this wedding to end. I miss you," I admitted, a slight pout forming on my lips.

Our conversation flowed on, minutes turned into moments, and finally, we bid our farewells and hung up.

My name is Asmau Muhammad, but my friends and family call me Ma'u. I'm 24 years old. Both my parents are Hausa Fulani from Kano. I have a stepmother, whom we all live together with in peace and harmony.. My mother(Aunty) and stepmother's(Mamaa) friendship is so strong that it often surprises people to learn they are co-wives. It's because we live in peace and harmony.

I have six step siblings, which includes; Ya Mukhtar who is the oldest in our family he lives here in Abuja with his two wives Khadija( Aunty Khadee) and Maryam, then their kids Fahad, Amira, Muhammad, Amal and Humairah.