IN TWENTY ONE DAYS (Preview)

8; CLOSURE.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"A minute please." She stood up and went to him, he passed Anaan to Kauthar and move to go to the other living room that has medallion furniture along with cream walls.

"What are they talking about?" He scrunched his brows deeply and they became straight which happens whenever he is confused about something or is forcing himself to concentrate.

"Uh, your fiancée came yesterday to collect her outfits with her sisters and gave me the invitation card with some pleas that I should be there." She explained and jump on the balls of her feet in unease, awaiting his response.

"And you are going?" He questioned, not getting why she wants to go there when he is bringing another person in their lives.

As far as he knows, she is a very jealous person but she never threw any tantrum since she heard about it. He was awaiting that for a long time but it hasn't come and now she wants to be there? Unbelievable!

"Yeah, I'm strong." She rolled her eyes.

"Sure you are." He rolled them right back before snaking his right arm and draw her effortlessly into his chest. She slammed hard on it making her wince and glare at him, ruining what was supposed to be a romantic moments between them.

"I told you to stop doing this, my forehead is sensitive." She rubbed her forehead and adjust her head tie before smiling seductively and move her hands to his face. She caressed his cheeks down his jaw then move it to her neck and scrunch it down so she could kiss him.

"I didn't see anything." They jumped away from each other and look at the door where Amir stood with his hands up in surrender.

"Dematerialize." Mika'il mumbled and dip his head back to claim her lips not caring whether his kid brother has left or not. No one asked him to bump into the room when married couple are there.

Amir quickly left the room, they are used to bumping into them whenever they are in the house so he wasn't surprised but didn't like what he saw. He hates public display of affection which they are very fond of. Even his sisters are fond of it as they won't stop awwing for the rest of the night.

"Let's play never have I ever!" Afrah suddenly yelled with so much enthusiasm and a huge smile that no one could turn down so they all agreed and sat down in circles.

"Bring six cup of coffee, Nadia." Hajiya Khadija said to the intercom next to her, willing to participate in the game as par their insistence. That is not the first time they play together and it is also isn't the last. It is like a tradition that happens whenever the Masari's are in on place.

"Who will go first?" Afrah asked, adjusting her medical glasses sitting atop her nose like wicked lecturers looking for their next prey.

"Me, I'll go first." Kauthar cleared her throat and kept her phone to the side then watch as the maid, Nadia walked in with a white tray and six mugs of coffee sitting on it. Each mug has their name and picture in the house and when Amani married Mika'il, her mother in-law was quick to add another cup like hers. Amani feels at home everytime she is there.

"Throw your shot." Amir narrowed his eyes and took his mug. He is wearing a red short sleeve dress shirt and grey sweatpants.

"Never have I ever stolen meat from the pot." Everyone in the room took a sip of their coffee, even Hajiya Khadija.