Immediately Ramlah got out of their sights, she heaved a sigh and shook her head in disbelief. "The nerve of that man!" She seethed. After everything he did to her sister, he still had the guts to show his face to her and misbehave - she rolled her eyes. Had it been her in her sister's shoes, she wouldn't have tolerated any of his attitude. Sometimes, the way Zynah tended to give him a listening ear annoyed her. He didn't deserve any of that. She, for one, would never believed he'd ever be able to turn a new leaf. • Even after Bilal had left the hospital, Zynah couldn't stop pondering on the things he said. He had refused to spill the beans to her. He insisted that she should ask Rashida herself if she was that curious. Her sister said despicable things about her? But what? Zynah shook her head, an attempt to push the thought to the back of her head. But it was in vain. For some inexplicable reason, she felt very uneasy. She wouldn't be able to rest easy until the truth had
Despite being angry at Rashida for what she'd done to her, Zynah couldn't help but worry about her. Rashida was in so much pain when she was rushed to the hospital. Zynah wanted to go with them, but she decided to stay back. Not out of spite, but because she didn't want to go where she was not wanted. Rashida had shown her nothing but vivid hatred. She felt it was pointless trying to act like everything was alright between the both of them. But still, she hadn't stopped praying for her safety, as well as the child's. Zynah's mind then drifted to Ibrahim. After what had transpired between them the previous night, she felt bad for the way she asked him to leave. She had completely forgotten to call him. She sent him away when he only showed up because he was concerned. She sighed, dialing his number. The best she could do was apologize to him, and make him understand why she had to do what she did at that moment. Ibrahim picked up at the third ring, but didn't say anything. "He
Bilal didn't bother to knock before walking into the house. Zaahida was waiting for him in the sitting room. Immediately he walked in, she walked up to him, her hands folded on her hips. "I was so worried when I returned and didn't see you . Where did you go?" Bilal shot her a death glare. "It's none of your business, Zaahida. Please don't provoke me now." "Alright, I won't ask you again if you don't want to tell me," She said, raising her hands in surrender. "I have arranged the room we will be sleeping in." Bilal looked at her as if she'd just grown horns. "I'm not sleeping in the same room with you. This room has two rooms. Pick one, and I'll take the other." "Come on, Billy," she drawled in a singsong voice. "We are married now," she pursed her lips. "It's only ideal that we sleep in the same room." Scoffing, Bilal untangled his arm from hers and began to walk away. Zaahida puffed out her cheeks as she watched him leave. She was making every effort to win him
For the umpteenth time, Zynah heaved a sigh. It had been more than an hour she spoke to Bilal over the phone. He had given her his words that he'd be there there, but he hadn't shown up. Zynah couldn't help but wonder if he forgot. "I should call him again," she mumbled, picking up her phone. Just as she was about to dial his number, his call came through. Rolling her eyes, she received it. "You should have told me you—" "I'm so, Zynah!" Bilal apologize, cutting her off before she could complete what she had to say. Zynah's heart skipped. Was he apologizing because he couldn't make it? What would she do if that happened to be the case? "What for?" she finally asked after a full second of silence. "For the delay," he sighed. "I'm already out of the house. I'll be there soon." "Alright," Zynah replied before ending the call. • Bilal was speeding on the highway. He wanted to get to Zynah's house as soon as possible because he didn't want her to be disappointed in h
Zynah was taken aback. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself. "You killed my child. You killed him!" She yelled, thrashing about. "What the heck is she even doing here?" "Ya Rashida," Ramlah held her. "Please calm down. Don't talk like that. What happened was preordained. Ya Zynah is only here to sympathize with you. Can't you see that? She's our sister." "She is not my sister!" Rashida thundered. "You're the only sister I have. I don't know who that is." Zynah swallowed a painful lump in her throat. She instantly regretted her decision to visit Rashida. Hearing her refer to her as a stranger every time shattered her heart. It was too much for her to bear. Standing up, Hafsa walked up to Zynah, and motioned for her to follow her outside. Zynah nodded, instantly doing as told. Hafsa took a seat on the metallic bench, and patted the space next to her. "Cone, Zynah, sit." "Why does Ya Rashida hate me so much?" Was the first statement Zynah made when she sat down.
Bilal was still awake, waiting for Zynah to return. Deep within him, he didn't want to return back to his house. He wanted to spend more time with his son, even though he wasn't even aware of his presence. Just staying with him and staring at him while he slept was enough for him. He couldn't help but imagine himself sharing a bed with Zynah once again, this times with their child lying between them. In his head, the picture was perfect. Bilal was still engrossed in his own little world when he heard the sound of a car screeching to a halt in the compound. From Adnan's room, he peeped through the window and saw Zynah alighting from the car. He quickly went back to the bed. After a minute or so, he heard the sound of footsteps echoing in the quiet house. He instantly shot his eyes, pretending to be asleep. • "Hey," Zynah mumbled as she pushed open the door. Her lips curved into a smile. The sight before her was beautiful. Adnan lying beside Bilal, his arms wrapped around him. Th
| FLASHBACK | Before Nazmeera could even start speaking, Rashida walked in. They were probably working together. Bilal was really surprised by her presence because none of Zynah's family members used to talk to him. "Is everything alright?" He asked, confused. The way Rashida and Nazmeera were looking at each other made Bilal to suspect that something was wrong. It was Nazmeera that started speaking. "You're my brother, and for that, I won't hide anything from you, even though it hurts you..." She trailed off, seemingly finding it difficult to continue. "What is it?" Bilal probed, his curiosity growing by the second. "Zynah has been having an affair behind your back," Nazmeera blurted. Bilal chuckled, a humorless smile that bruised his ego. "If this is a joke, then I'd advise you stop it! I don't find it funny." "It's the truth, Bilal," Rashida chimed in. "There's this guy who Zynah used to date..." Bilal's brows furrowed, a silent gesture demanding an explanation.
At this point, Bilal could keep his curiosity at bay any longer. His heart rate accelerated. He had a feeling something worse was coming. But what it was, he didn't know. "What did she do?" He asked through gnashed teeth, venom dripping off his tone. He didn't want to believe a single thing they were saying about his Zynah, but his trust in her had weakened. What if they weren't lying? He needed to find out the truth. "Go ahead... Tell him, Rashida," Nazmeera goaded. "You're doing the right thing." "Recently," Rashida sucked her bottom lip in hesitation. She averted her gaze to Nazmeera who in return, nodded, giving her the go ahead sign. "Zynah came to me with a problem," Rashida continued. "She wanted me to help, I was skeptical, but because she's my sister, I couldn't push her away." Bilal's jaw clenched, the veins in his neck throbbing. "Get to the point!" "Zynah is.. I mean, was pregnant and...and she believed it wasn't yours, so she came to me for help and I took her t
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Zynah rolled her eyes. Just who would prefer to be lied to? "Yes," she replied, her voice a soft whisper. "It's true," he replied, his voice deepening. "I came for some work, and..." He drawled. "To make use of the opportunity to meet your family." "To meet my family?" She asked, surprised and totally oblivious to the fact that her mother was still sitting in the same room as her, listening to her conversation. "The kids," He clarified, his voice filled with amusement. "They are your family, aren't they?" "Oh! Okay," Zynah replied, recoiling a little. "Where are you right now? I will send you the address or have someone show you the way." "I don't really know. I will ask around and text it to you," With that, he ended the call, leaving her heart racing as usual. Zynah's lips stretch into an unknowing smile. Realizing what she was doing, she slapped herself on the face. "Who was that?" Mrs. Hafsa asked so suddenly, her voice sharp, catching Zynah off guard. "And why
When Mrs. Hafsa opened the door, she did not expect to see her daughter and grandchildren. Her lips spread into a smile and she hugged Zynah first, her arms wrapping tightly around her daughter. Then, she crouched and showering many tender kisses on Adnan's face then picked Bilal Jr, showering just as many kisses on his face, he had to pull away, slightly disgusted. "What a pleasant surprise," Mrs. Hafsa exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement. "Why didn't you inform me that you were coming? Come in. Come in, my babies." Mrs. Hafsa ushered. "The kids must be exhausted. And you too." Zynah smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "If I had told you, then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, would it? I didn't want to ruin the surprise. I wanted to make it a special moment." "I'm so excited!" Mrs. Hafsa said. "Rashida and her family are also coming to Nigeria to spend the Eid with us." "Really?" Zynah asked surprised and excited at the same time. "It's about to be a full ho
Adnan!" Zynah hollered, her tone a mix of exasperation and impatience. "Where are you? Hurry up, otherwise, it's going to get dark before we get to Kaduna." Zynah could not stop glancing at her wristwatch. "Yipee! We're going to see granny and grandpa!" Bilal Jr jumped up and down, excitedly. "Yes, sweetie," Zynah replied, her voice softening. She smiled, reaching down to caress his chubby cheeks. Her mother, Mrs. Hafsa had been requesting to see them for a while now, she figured it would be a good idea to surprise them a day before Eid al-Adha celebrations. "Are you excited? You're also going to see your cousin, your aunties and uncle Muslim too." "Yes, Mommy!" He squealed, his laughter infectious. "I'm going to see all of them." "Yes, you are," Zynah said, kissing his forehead. Then, she stood upright. "Adnan!" She called, her voice rising again. "What on earth are you doing in your room? I'm going to leave you behind, and I mean it." She threatened. "You're the one we're w
Khalid waved a hand over her face, snapping her from her reverie. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Are you okay?" In that moment, Zynah wanted to speak to him, to tell him what his sister in law came to discuss with her, and most importantly, to tell him that she didn't feel the same way about him if at all he had any feelings for her. But something held her back. What it was? She had no idea. "Why would I be?" She asked, finding her voice. "What do you want?" "Easy!" He said, lifting his hands in a gesture of surrender. "I'm not here to fight with you." Realizing that she had indeed been rude for no reason, Zynah swallowed. Then, she face palmed. "I'm sorry about that. I just... Woke up," she lied. "It wasn't my intention to be rude." "Alright," he replied simply, his voice laced with understanding. "Are the kids inside?" A surge of protectiveness swept over Zynah. "Yes, why? Where else would they be if not at home?" "School?" Khalid questioned, his brows furrowing. "The
As soon as Aysha left, Zynah walked back into the house, her heart heavy. She picked up her phone, her fingers hovering over Ramlah's number. As if sending her intention, Ramlah's call came through. Zynah heaved a sigh of relief before answering. "Hello, Ramlah, how are you doing? I was just about to call you." "Really? That is to say we're thinking about each other. I'm fine. How about you? How are the kids?" "They are both fine, Alhamdulillah. How's my little princess doing? I'm sure she's as impatient as we all are to see our little prince." Ramlah chuckled. "I also can't wait to hold him in my arms, ya Zynah. It's taking too long." "Three more weeks and your wish will come true," Zynah said, a smile spreading across her face. "You're right. Thank you for always lifting my spirit with your words. I want to visit Mom and Dad soon. How about we go together, with the kids?" "That's a good idea. The kids haven't seen one another for a while now," Zynah reasoned. "It'd be fun."
Zynah's tears escaped her eyes and ran down her cheeks. All she could imagine, was the pain she must have gone through before she finally gave up the ghost, how hard she must have fought to save her unborn baby. "Ho...how did it happen? Was she the one driving?" Aysha nodded in affirmation. "She was returning from the hospital, after finding out the gender of their baby. I guess she must have been overly excited," Hajara wiped the corner of her eyes and took a moment of silence, before continuing. "She called Khalid to inform him of the news. That was when...when she ran into a trunk. It was terrible. I wasn't there at the time it happened. I had not even met his brother then, but when he told me this story, for a whole day, I cried. I felt affected. It was like I had known her my whole life. I have seen pictures of her, heard only good things about her. I sincerely pity Khalid. Since her death, he prefers to be in seclusion. We've all done everything in our power to make him move o
Zynah's eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. She knew Adnan liked Khalid a lot but that was the last thing she expected him to say. She couldn't even imagine herself being with anyone else. Bilal still resided in her heart. She couldn't see anyone replacing him anytime soon. "No!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "Why are you even asking me that? Where did that come from, Adnan?" "Are you mad?" Adnan asked, his voice quivering a little. "I didn't mean to make you mad, Mommy." Zynah breathed, trying to calm her racing heart. "I'm not mad at you, Adnan," she reassured. "I just want to know why you asked me that. Do you feel I'm not enough for you? What have I not been doing right?" Zynah asked, a pang piercing through her heart. What if it was the case? She would understand, but it wouldn't reduce the pain. Deep down, she thought they were doing just fine, but apparently, Adnan wanted a father. He wasn't okay having only a mother. Adnan lowered his he
While Bilal Jr was busy playing with other kids his age, Adnan walked up to where his mother was seated on a bench, and sat beside her. He always did that whenever he sensed she was deep in thoughts or worried about something. The little boy had slowly become her confidante, her best friend. "Mommy," he called softly, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Are you fine?" He asked, his voice filled with worry. Zynah reached for his delicate hands and caressed them gently. "Of course, darling," she smiled, and placed a lingering kiss on him on the temple. "I'm fine. What makes you think I'm not?" "Because," he began, his gaze still on her. "You've been sitting quietly over here for a while now. It's unlike you. You didn't even notice when Jr fell off the swing." Zynah's heart jumped, her eyes widening in apprehension. "What? He fell? When?" she stood up, ready to rush to his aid, but Adnan was quick to stop her. "How didn't I notice?" "...wait, Mommy. He is not hurt at all," Adn