Two.

FOSHAN, SHUNDE DISTRICT, CHINA

"Ya Iman, this clock will look so beautiful in your kitchen. You need to take it." Hanan Muhammad Buhari Yakasai known as Iman said to her older sister as they walks around the Louvre Shopping Mall.

"I agree with her." Hauwa'u Muhammad Buhari Yakasai known as Jiddah agreed with her younger sister whilst looking at the silver clock that has fork, spoon and table knife drawn on it. It looks beautiful and will fit only the elite's kitchen.

"I'll take it." Fatima Muhammad Buhari Yakasai known as Zara grinned at the clock her sisters were looking at and she fell in love with it instantly. She could already see it in her kitchen as she checks when her husband will be back home.

They are the president of Nigeria's children with one younger step sibling. Fatima Zara is the first born at twenty four and is ready to get married. In just twenty one days, she will be married to the love of her life. She didn't want to shop for her furniture in Nigeria so her father ask her to go to China as it is known for it's better furniture and eye catching kitchen stuff so she took the chance and went there with her other sisters as their stepmother was busy with some meeting, it doesn't matter.

Their mother is not in the house because politics ruined it. She wants power and their father isn't giving that to her so they kept fighting time and again and when he got tired, he divorced her and she started her own politics with their father's rivals which didn't concern him because eighty percent of the people like him and nothing will take him down from his throne, not even their mother's constant rants about how unfaithful he's been when they were together could do it.

And their stepmother is trying hard to get places in their hearts but isn't getting any and to think she brought a young boy into their home. They don't bother disrespecting her and only mind their business. They could only chirp in when they are eating in one dining room which happens only twice a week because that is when their father comes home, weekends. The woman isn't at all hostile like they heard about most stepmothers so that is a plus for them.

Hauwa'u Jiddah is the second born and is also the one doing her service in Edo State. She is the nicest amongst the sisters not that the others are rude but her words are soft and nice. She has her bachelor degree in law and will work in a law firm called The Highest Court which is owned by a well renowned lawyer Alhaji Abubakar Sadiq Danbazau. He has never failed a case ever since he started working and till date, no lawyer wants to try working with him and he built his own law firm and is now a Judge. She looks up to him and it is her dream to work underneath his law firm.

Jiddah is moving around the chubby tall side of it in the round edge with hips flaring sometimes making her legs ache but she likes her body as it looks so beautiful in fitted gowns when she puts on her shape wear. She can't wait to rock her sisters wedding in the unique style she gave Bushra Amani to sew for her. And the clothes is also her favorite colour, maroon. It gives her fair skin a great tone and they chose that because they all have honey beige skin complexion along with their cousins while the bridesmaids will do something different.

Hanan, Iman is in her last year at university and is two years younger than her immediate elder sister. She is twenty one years old and is studying Medicine in Oxford University London. She is rude and everyone knows that, well, to the people she don't like which is half the population. Even if you haven't met her, you will know that she is not one to be messed with and her stern face is enough to let you know not to approach her.

Iman is more in the petite side and that is because of her age as they all think. She hits the gym to keep her body fit and never has she dated any guy thinking no one will reach her level out there. Her life is more about going to school, chilling around London and then flying around the world for more adventure. Men were never in her list and never will be. She wants to build her career before thinking about settling down if she ever will.

In all the three sisters, Iman is the finest if only she smiles all the time. The other sisters are nicer than her in every way which makes social media people to love the other sisters more than they do her, she doesn't care. She only has a few friends and least fans amongst them even with her beauty. Rudeness tarnish any beauty a girl has and she knew that but likes to be like that too.

"I think we are done with the kitchenwares now. We should go have lunch and head for the living room furniture." Jiddah suggests looking at her brown Dior wrist watch clasped around her honey beige complexion.

"Yeah, I'm famished too." Iman yawned and took her maroon YSL bag from the table next to her.

Iman is wearing an indigo lightweight wide legged trousers featuring paper bag waistband and tie belt topping it with black body hug shirt whilst her head is wrapped with indigo medium sized veil. She has her Jimmy Fairly the swirl sunglasses on, her hands held her mini duffel maroon bag matching it with white cone heels to secure her feet.

Jiddah is featuring a black and white striped linen trousers, belted waistband and subtle pleating at the front and white body hug. Her hands hold unto her black baguette bag and matching black heels then white medium sized veil also forced to wear her favorite British brand Taylor Morris Eyewear Zero that has rosegold detailing and reflective lenses.

Zara is in mustard cozy high waist long pants, merigold body hug. She is holding her white baguette bag, matching open toe heels and due to the sun, she also has her black sunglasses that has candy detailing. All in all, they are dressed to impress. They could see their pictures hanging on social media at anytime anywhere so they better get ready for that.

The three girls went to have lunch and got back to continue shopping. They vow to finish everything in a week and so they don't have time to stay at their hotel suite and enjoy the weather around China. This is not their first time but it might be their last time together as single ladies so they'd rather have it filled to the brim with adventures.

"I've had enough of this! Why are these people asking whether Ya Mika'il's wife knows about the wedding? It seems like everyone is against this marriage on social media. I hate social media's jealousy, honestly." Iman ranted scrolling though her iPhone 11promax as she walks together with her sisters into their suite in Sofitel Foshan.

"That is their problem. It's not like they know what is happening in reality so they should do what they want." Jiddah rolled her eyes after her comment adjust her iWatch around her chubby wrist.

She don't get why people on social media like poking their heads into something totally not their business. What if she doesn't know? Wouldn't she know by now since the media found out about it just the day before? It is also not haram to take two wives so this is all their stupidity and even his wife can't do a thing about it. The worst part about media is, they don't even get the real story but they start judging and saying their own point of view. It's not like their perspective is needed.

"I think she knows about it. She sent my clothes last week I think, it's with Aunty Farhana." Zara said her heart blooming as she can't wait to go and see the outfits her soon to be co wife sew for her.

Aunty Farhana is their stepmother of thirty nine who called her the day her clothes were brought as she was in Dubai then to shop for some more clothes. She has a twenty five year old son named Fuzail and they are like real siblings. The guy is so tall making him act like the elder brother he is with his fair skin that he got from his late father and chiseled nose then strong jawline free of any stubble or hair. He is handsome in every way and that is because of the Shuwa Arab gene he got from his mother.

"Really?! What about ours?!" Jiddah excitedly open their suite with a huge grin perched on her lips.

She loves any clothe sewn by Bushra Amani because the lady has magic in her hands and not to talk about her looks. The woman is just extraordinary and Jiddah wants no one to sew her clothes after she tried her for the first time. Even now that her sister is marrying her husband, she isn't going to let that ruin her love for the woman. Half her clothes are sewn by her and she is no quitter because of some misunderstanding that is about to come between her sister and her. It is not her concern what happens in there home.

"I think yours too but I'm not sure." Zara collapsed on her king sized bed sitting in the middle of the room she use alone.

The suite has three rooms and three bathrooms. Each room has a king sized bed, a walk in closet, huge bedside drawers by each side of the bed, royal canopy holding the bed stands, a dressing floor length mirror by the left side of the bed. There is a fluffy enormous carpet in the middle of the room that matches the colour theme in each room. Zara's room theme is Walnut, while Jiddah's is Carob then lastly, Iman's which is Coffee.

They are now in her room like always ready to go on social media and see what trends again.

"They say I'm being more rude because I turned down Aunty Farhana's offer to join her NGO. What?!" Iman laughed looking at her phone in sheer amusement because whatever they say is humorous of her.

"And they think I wanted to lose weight but failed when they saw me following you to the gym." Jiddah shook her head at their stupidity and immense support in their lives.

"They revealed that they spotted Bushra Amani. Let me read the article for you guys. 'Bushra Amani is spotted with her baby strolling around their estate, alongside her cousin sister Fayha. She has a smile on her face meaning she either don't care her husband is taking a second wife or she is still in the dark.' So stupid." Zara fluttered her lashes.

"Why are they so into this marriage of a thing?! Isn't the son of Emir of Bauchi getting married too, why not bother him?" Jiddah hissed and removed her heels from her legs.

"I don't know for them." Zara shrugged and left for her closet to change into something comfortable.

She she knows why they are into them. She is the President's daughter and is marrying an equally famous man who is already married to another famous woman so their lives will be very interesting to them.

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"Hello, baby!" She greeted enthusiastically into the phone when Mika'il Malik Masari picked up the phone later that day.

"Hey, baby. How was today?" He tiredly asked through the phone as he settle on the sofa in his living room with no trace of his wife.

"It was good and I'm done with shopping. I can't wait to come back." She whined the last part while grinning.

"I miss you too. When are you coming back again." He grinned at the sight of his daughter dragging her knees to where he is and he is sure her mother is sleeping and she rolled down to come to him when she heard his voice.

"In two days. Iman wants to do some things that is why. I would've come back tomorrow itself." She twirled her shoulder length black hair in between her fingers feeling all flirty with her husband to be.

"Alright then, take your time." He was playing with his daughter hearing her giggle loudly in his arms while he walks around the house like a headless chicken.

"What about the pre wedding pictures?" Her heart squeezed hearing the baby's voice in the background but push it back not wanting to bring forth nonsense jealousy since the baby was born before they even met. She don't even have the right.

"I already told you, Zara. We can't do that because it is totally against our religion. We are not married yet but we can do that after we get married." He explained calmly not wanting her to start her fits.

"Alright then. How is Anaan?" She inquired about his daughter. It will be rude not to ask when she is clearly hearing her voice in the background.

"She is fine and more healthy now. I think she left her mother inside to run out here to meet me..." She could hear the fondness in his voice as he rambles on and on about his daughter's health and happiness.

Zara don't know what to feel about being a second wife but she can't let a man like Mika'il slip off her fingers. She is hopelessly in love with the man and no woman or thing will ever come between them not when she has come where she is. In just few days, she will be a married woman and also his wife. She could take any blow coming from her co wife and will let her co wife's accusing glares bore into her.

She met him outside their home when she went to collect her clothes for a friend's wedding. She greeted him and continue to trudge out of the house with her thoughts moving to wild places not even bringing the fact that he could be Bushra Amani's husband and thought he is some relative of hers. Not thinking too much about it, she left home and got dressed for her friend's wedding.

At the event, she saw him amongst the groomsmen and her heart spiked up upon seeing his smile and laughter with his friends. She asked who knows him but her friend didn't hear her but when he got on the stage to talk about his friend as his best friend, she found out he is the renowned Surgeon's son Malik Masari. That still didn't click that he is Bushra Amani's husband and make her move by asking her driver to leave her alone in the place.

By the time the event was over, she has perfected everything she wants so she talked to him for a little while. When it was time to get herself home, she pretend to call her driver and complain but he offered her a ride which she gladly accepted as it is the reason she let her driver leave. She didn't go to the Villa and went to her cousin's house. She didn't get his number though, he didn't ask for hers and she also act all classy and didn't ask him for it.

Some months later, she met him again at the airport but he wasn't alone. His family members were there with him while she has paparazzi on her tail. He didn't talk to her and neither did she so she settle on stalking him on social media and found out he is married to her tailor Bushra Amani and they also have a daughter making her heart shatter to so many pieces. She was in love before she could stop her heart from doing so.

Just when she started moving on from him, he came back into the picture when they met at a dinner. He was with his friends while she was with her sisters and cousins. They went to the counter to pay for their expenses when they clashed and they talked. He asked for her number then and she didn't hesitate to give him. He didn't call her till after two weeks and she was anxiously waiting for that call. She almost talked to him on his I*******m but refrained at the last minute.

He jumped into marriage immediately after they started talking and what more could a girl in love wish for? She agreed and he sent his elders without any trouble. The marriage was arranged and she couldn't be anymore happier. Her heart was back in one-piece and so is the love of her life. Love is scam if that person isn't your soulmate and she knew that from experience.

And now in just twenty one days, the knot will be tied and she honestly can't wait for that day to come where she will be wearing white gown waiting for her Prince Charming.