Chapter 65: Chapter 65

Slowly with so much tender, a warmth she lived to yearn for eternity, a touch she've craved and quenched her desire with a pillow-was seeping into her soul and uplifting its gloominess. She found it so hard not melt under his touch, a touch she believed set her ablaze, she was supposed to declined his offer, but how could she do so? When every crevice and corner of her body yearns for him? She was supposed to flare at him and shudder him away from her body, but she could feel a tingle beneath her lower abdumen, her angel was propably in need of its Abbi, so much that she couldn't deny its right.

She thought she was dreaming, as she felt him turned her around, making her face to look at his. She clenched her eyes shot, unable to stare at the eyes that annihilated every piece of her battered soul. She could still feel the bitterness of his word in her throat, as she wasn't able to swallow them in. She could still feel his thorny actions all over her body, unable to let them seep into her. His gazes and block out, all she could feel, but she choosed to ignore. She want to feel everything about this moment.

The usual softness was glinted in his eyes, the love she thought has vanished was roaming through his orbs, all this felt bizarre to even her craving heart. She was no more used to it, but only a cuddle with her pillow-that's what she got acquainted with.

With eyes closed, she felt as his hand started touching her body all over, his lips trying to lean onto hers. She craves for this touches, but she wouldn't let him win, she yearns for his lips, but he has to pay for all he did, she couldn't just let him in.

She jerked her eyes wide open as he landed his hand on her stomach. Snatching away her body from his, she piercely looked at him and pointed her index finger at the door "Out! I've got the warmth that might last me a year!" She uttered the words with so much aplomb. She want more of him, she need Al-amin by her side, but she want him to learn his lesson.

"Arub..." she cut him off before he could complete his sentence, with a loud snicker that doesn't have an ounce of humor.

"Did you just called me that? How do the words roll off your tongue? I guess you mistook the room you're in. The wife that loves her husband and her husband loves her immensely is down the stairs, you might need to recheck!" She thundered, pain evident on her strained and sick voice. She was tired of everything, she need a break from everyone. If not because she want to teach them a lesson, she would've packed her things and went to Kaduna, she needs someone to take care of her.

"Arub, I'm not mistaking. You're my wife, and I love you more than words could tell. Would you please let me kiss you for a while?" He pleaded. His eyes were an amalgamation of red and lust, he doesn't know how to describe his unquenchable desire right now, he just need Ummi by his side.

She got off the bed and wore a plain gown before she walked back to him. She took his hands in her and dragged him out of her bed, he staggered and she fell onto his chest. She groaned out of annoyance and yanked off her body from his hold.

"Don't even think of something inappropriate to happen between us. Al-amin, you have a wife right? A decent and pious lady, the one that'll give birth to your noorul ayns-go to her please, this urgency might be because of the noorul ayns are eager to get into the earth. Yalla, your wife might be in need as well." She was talking sarcastically, but one could tell she was casually advising him on what to do that will benefit him.

Al-amin have never felt this hopeless before, women are so unpredictable. Just minutes ago, she melted in his touch and almost gave in, but she was now throwing him out of her room with hurtful words to take as a souvenier.

"Would you please sit down so we could talk? Aysha I'm in a dire need, I'm your husband please." His voice breaks as he tried reaching for her hand, but she was so fast that his outstretched hands fell in the air.

She unbelievably looked at him. Men! A word that has so many meanings that even the beholders of the name doesn't know of some. Months ago, she was the most disgusted human being he ever met on earth. She was his utmost problem he couldn't wait to get out of his life. He shunned every chance of talking to her, blocked all the possible ways he knew she could contact him. He got married to annihilate her broken soul, and now, just because he wants something from her; he's ready for 'the talk' how hilarious was that?

She'll show him, even shaitan is afraid of women sometimes. He will regret ever doing those things to her, he wants them to talk right? Them talk it is.

She moved towards him and they sat together on the bed. She reached for his hands and almost let a tear out, for she've forgotten the last time she did that, and it was her favourite. She loves how her palms looked tiny into his, how her tiny fragile fingers fits perfectly into his. She loved it, and she couldn't get the chance to.

"Let's talk, or should we do the other business before 'the talk'?" She asked with a seductive tone, fluttering her eyelashes as she smiled lustfully at him.

He thought she've forgotten him and dropped all her weapons so they could be back as the normal couple they were. He knew, there wouldn't be a woman that would love him as much as Ummi would. She's his soul mate.

"The other business, Arub." Before he could finish talking, Ummi merged their lips and she began doing a sync with his lips she've never done before. It was just as amazing as her swaying heart. Everything revolves only around them, he unveiled her hair and had his hands roaming around her body, and she melted-in the hands of the person she belongs to.

She made sure he reached his maximum tolerance level, and from that, she broke their lips and abruptly yanked away her body from his. She fixed back her veil and straightened her gown. She stood up and looked at his now bloodshot eyes that were pleading with her; he couldn't even come up to utter a word, all the strength in him was gone.

"I need to take a nap, I'm a bit tired," she said, stifling a fake yawn and pointing at the door with her index finger.

"This isn't what we agreed on. Okay, I assume you're still not over what happened, Arub please let's sort everything out, let me hear everything from your case...." she cut him off, yet again.

"Oh no Babyyy, it's totally cool with me. We can go on like this, I'm enjoying it more than you could ever imagine. If you can please excuse!" She pointed at the door again, he didn't looked at the door, and it seemed he wasn't ready to give up_what he doesn't know was that, Ummi avowed on making their lives a living hell.

"Aysha, the angels of Allah will curse you because of this, I don't want that to happen," he kept pleading with a shaky voice, unable to even move from where he was seated at the edge of the bed.

"Among the angels that were assigned to curse a wife because of her husband, which among them didn't cursed me because of you; Al-amin? I believe there isn't something worst than what you did before. And I'm not rejecting you, just that I'm not in the mood; and what's the essence of having two wives? You can just go to her you know? As simple as that!" She tried so hard in fighting her tears, whenever she remembered what Al-amin did to her in the span of months, she feels as if her heart was being diced with a sharp knife and salt was being applied on the wounds.

"I want you, not Laila." He argued, trying to lift himself up.

"But I'm sick, and totally not in the mood. Look Al-amin, duk wani level din rashin mutunci na iya shi fah, it's either you leave my room ko in tara maka yan unguwa wallahi!" She thundered and took his hand in hers, succesfully dragging him out of her room-he couldn't bring himself to protest or utter a word, there isn't energy left in him for that.

She dragged him down stairs until they were infront of Laila's room. Ummi knocked on her door as if someone died; well, their husband is very close to doing that. Laila took her time before she opened the door, and Ummi landed two striking slaps on her both cheeks before she spoke.

"These, are just for you taking my silence in this house for granted. The audacity of you throwing me in the pool will be the topic for another day. Something crucial, he needs a sudden attention, else; we might loose him both. Oops, let me rephrase, you might. And Laila Mustapha Bugaje, Welcome to hell!" She didn't wait to see the reaction of any of them, as she thumped to her room and locked it up.

She fell on her bed and broke into tears. She wasn't angry at herself, because what she did was the right thing to do. He deserved more than what she did, and she'll make sure their lives are a living hell. But beneath the veins and arteries of her heart, she craves for him.

Laila dumbfoundedly looked at a stiffened Al-amin. She tried bursting into tears but he dangerously shook his head at her and walked into her room-she followed him, because she knew that's what he want her to do_her heart beating erratically.

He patted the space beside him and she sat down, fiddling with her fingers. The expression she saw on his face frightened the living daylights out of her, she've never seen him like this, not even the day they had a kiss before her_this was just something eccentric.

"Yaya, you're silent for more than five minutes," she spoke with a halting voice, unable to look at him straight in the eyes.

He looked at her and she heard a churn in her intestines. There was nothing in the look she could decipher. "I demand for my right, Laila!" He wanted it to come out as a threatening thunder, but it came out so soft that he wasn't sure if he was himself anymore. The kind of impact Ummi has on him.

"Which right, Yaya? I thought we talked about that?" She asked with a tremulous voice, yawing her gaze to the far end of the room.

"My marital right, else_You'll know the bitter side of me!" This time, his voice came out as a thunder that echoed through the confines of the room.

"I'm not ready to give it out, and try having it with force, wallahi Yaya you wouldn't believe the lioness I could become. I can even report you to court fah, because it's an automatic rape. Don't bring islamic rules here, wajen yan human rights zani!" She was now on her feet, with hands placed at akimbo, looking at him without even an ounce of fear_she just couldn't let this happen, not now!

"What do you mean by court? I'm your husband, Laila!" He stood up and his height hovered over hers.

"Yes! Court, and they will collect my right for me. I said I'm not ready, since I'm not your only wife; you can go to her. Please let me rest from these chaos!" She yelled and tears started spilling out of her eyes. She regretted ever marrying Al-amin, she couldn't bring herself to do what he's demanding from her, and not in the ten years to come.

"I'm not joking, Laila!"

"So do I look like someone that's joking. Look, Al-amin, it's either you leave my room or I call the police and file a case for sexual harassment! Wai ana dole ne?!" She clamoured and picked up her phone from the nightstand, roaming through her contacts for the number she saved months before their marriage when she came back to Nigeria, she saw the DPO at a restaurant and they exchanged numbers.

He doesn't have the energy of any of this. Silently, he prowled out of the room and walked to his. She slumped down on his bed and slowly; tears found their ways out of his eyes, he have never imagined a day would come that he'll cry over not a single woman, but women. They've jumbled his brain, just like Ibrahim told him to be careful. He is clueless, so he texted Hajia and fell on his bed_feeling as an abdominal pain rised up in him.

Laila looked at his retreating back and let out a sob, she locked her room and fell on the ground, a bitter ugly cry escaping her lips. She missed the feeling of being pampered with love; not just to be as a substitue. The feeling of being taken care of; not a feign care that's to enrage someone. She missed how it feels to be in love.

***

Hajia landed the fifth knock on the crown of Laila's head. She winced and let out a painful groan. "It hurts, Hajia!" She whined for the umpteenth time, with glassy eyes.

They were seated in their living room, with Hajia on the sofa, Al-amin and Laila seated on the lush carpet. After Al-amin told her everything, she kept on knocking Laila's head without being able to utter the word that would suit the situation.

"What kind of foolishness is that? Laila where are your senses? Are you insane? Or had that bitch bewitched you?! Tell me!" Hajia spoke for the first time, landing continous knocks on Laila's head that Al-amin got afraid it would be ruptured.

"Hajia I'm not ready, I can't get myself involved in something I couldn't get along with!" Laila protested in a whining tone, flashing Al-amin a pleading look, so he could save her from Hajia's knocks_but he yawed his gaze away from them.

"Iyyeh! So that's what they taught you in the UK abi? Laila what's wrong with you? If it's children that you don't want, you can plan your family from the beginning, but this foolishness wouldn't be accepted here!" Hajia scolded, feircingly looking at her.

Before they could all talk, Ummi came down to find something decent for her stomach, she had a fully length Hijab on her, and her feets were cladded in lushy socks. She looked at where they were seated and yawed her gaze, fixing it on the ground.

Hajia got baffled "Isn't that Ummi?" She asked, outspoken at how Ummi walked past her without greeting her.

"I'm the one, Hajia. You once said that my bitchy mouth shouldn't bother greeting you. You don't want to be inflicted with charms on you. So, enjoy your stay here," Ummi said sarcastically and tried walk passing them when Al-amin called for her attention, she turned and flashed him a look that made him looked down before she walked towards them; nonetheless.

She sat on a sofa far away from them and started eating her fried chips. "What do you called me for?" She asked, not glancing at a stuptied Hajia nor Laila's way.

"Apologize." He said sternly, looking between her and Hajia.

Ummi let out a chortle, she clapped her hands and burst into laughter. "Sabon salo, zuwa bariki da uwa. I didn't said anything wrong, so I see nothing to apologize, she made it clear to me that I shouldn't great her again, what's there to apologize then? Kai bari kaji; even if there is, I won't apologize! Is that all? I have something important doing." She was fed up of being bullied by Hajia, she's not Al-amin's mother, then why wouldn't she let them rest in peace? She avowed on making everyone that disturbs her-his or her life a living hell. It's an avow she wouldn't back off from.

"There's no doubt, Laila, she has bewitched you so you could be rejecting your husband and she'll have him all with her!" Hajia exclaimed and palmed her mouth, she was bamboozled at Ummi's behaviour. Is this really the silent and chivalrous Ummi she knew? She doubt.

"Oh, what a hot gist. So she've been rejecting him? Oh Babyyy, why haven't you told me since? I would've given you a better threat than the other ones. Woman up Laila, he's a rare gem!" Their eyes met, and she flashed her a mischievous wink. She looked at Al-amin and smirked.

"Innalilahi! Have you gone nuts, Aisha?! You're saying all this infront of me? What has gone into your head. Yau ni Zuwaira naga ta kaina!" Hajia exclaimed and petrifiedly looked at Ummi; whom was casually crunching on her fries.

"What's there, Hajia? I'm so well and okay_one has to break the rules some day you know? And besides, I was joking, he's nothing but a piece of garbage to me, a douchebag, an ass hole that doesn't deserved to be loved. He's an empty vessel, Hajia_he has a brain, but it only functions in his studies I guess." She shrugged off her shoulders, crunched a fry and stood up. "I'll take my leave, enjoy your stay; Hajiarmu." Ans she shashayyed to her room, leaving them utterly confused and stiffened.