Chapter 70: Chapter 70

They thought it was all a threat. They thought he'll never put his words into action. They thought it was all for them to feel the pain they inflicted on Hayfah; but they were wrong. He wasn't just threatening her, he was determined, for he got her married to a filthy fulani man, a man named Jibril Musa Lawal, the one she've never imagined even taking a glimpse of, but Taheer Talhah Muhammad made sure she became his wife.

She looked around the room and more tears rolled down her cheeks. This wasn't how she planned her life; this wasn't the room she envisaged her living with her husband. And Taheer got to the point of driving her to Moreye village himself. She cleared her tears again and supported her face with both palms, by Allah it hurts_more than she could ever voice out.

The sound of the cricket hurling behind her room made her cringed. How could she live in this village with a dirty fulani man as her husband. She was even tired of crying, and she wouldn't want to imagine the pain Umma is in. For she knew Umma was feeling detached, knowing that she've failed her.

Amna felt anger rising up her blood when the door to the room creaked jar, he entered the room with halting steps; as if he knew about the thunder that awaits him.

"Assalamu Alaimum," he salaamed in a tender voice and walked into the room; his eyes fixed on her face. She wasn't crying anymore, and her eyes were fixed on a space; staring intensely into space; ruminative about the way out of this marriage.

"You haven't answered back my salam, this isn't how it should be done..." she cut him off, she isn't ready to have damaged ears because of him, she hates everything about him.

"What do you think? I'll be eagerly waiting for you to come in so I could take a glimpse of the most handsome man on earth? You're mistaking; you just don't know what you've embroiled yourself in. I don't even know what got into your head when you talked to Hamma Taheer about me. What were you thinking? I was one of those girls that will only cry and accept my fate as it comes? You're wrong; fulani man!

I want you to be ready; for a married life full of pain and hardship until you divorce me yourself! Don't you see? Even our complexion isn't compatible? The way we talk, our way of life and lots more I couldn't bother myself listing. You got this signed with your hand, and I'm sure you'll regret this!" She thundered! Flaring her nose in a seething way. She was angry at him, angry at Hamma Taheer, angry at Umma that didn't do anything as she just watched as Taheer scooped her into his arms and got her in the car. She's angry at life itself, this wasn't what she was expecting, everything just turned like she've never imagined.

He smiled, a smile that made Amna more infuriated than she really was. So he could even smile at this condition? What gave him the effrontery? Does she look like someone that was joking? Or is he taking all her words as a threat? Haven't he heard how she demeaned him and his culture; albeit they were of the same culture.

The words that slipped out of his mouth made her speechless that she abruptly got off the bed and stood beside him. "I didn't know you're more beautiful than I thought. Amna you're a damsel, and you look cute when angry." His voice was so soft and calming, they came out as an ice; smothering down a fire.

She pointed her index finger at him and rolled her eyes in an infuriated way. "Don't you dare! Jibril, I repeat myself, I don't want even my name coming out of your lips; talkless of an endearment. You see those shoes? You're nothing but less than them in my life! I was forced to wear and remove after being begged. Taheer forced me to marry you, but you'll surely beg me before you divorce me. That's a promise!" She roared, flaring her hands up and down, looking between him and the shoes he dropped at the entrance of their room.

He smiled; yet again. He held her hand, she tried shrugging off his touch but he was too strong for her. He guided them to the bed and they sat down together, Amna had been flashing him dangerous and killer look; which Jibril choosed to ignore.

"You need to listen to me, no word from you until I'm done." She scoffed. How ironic life is, a dirty fulani man has the audacity to tell her; Amna Talhah Muhammad that he doesn't want a word coming from her, what Taheer caused for her. Nonetheless, she grunted and looked away from his face.

"I first saw you when I went to your house, the day your father died. I spoke to your Uncle about you and he mistook you for Hayfah and told me you were already bethroted. Then Adyan came, I had to push away my feelings and did what I did. The day you and your mother came here was the most happiest day of my life; for I got to see you again. After you left, I called Taheer and told him my intention about you; and he promised me that you'll be mine in a short span of time. And he did fulfill his promise; which I'll forever be indebted to." He was talking with a sense of excitement. He was thrilled that she was finally his wife, something he have never imagined, he believe; none could ever marry someone's wife. Amna was destined to be his, and nothing could make them estranged.

She yanked off her hand and hissed so loudly that Jibril had to glare at her. "I've heard you talking about seeing me twice, what made you had the intention of marrying me? To avenge on what Umma did to Hayfah? Adyan made you do this to me?" She couldn't help how her voice was breaking at the end of her sentence, just the thought of Hayfah together with Adyan was shattering every peice in her.

"Subhanallah! That's never it, and it would never happen. I did it because I wanted to." He spoke again and tried holding her hand, but Amna was so fierce that she yanked it off again.

"Don't you even dream of touching me again! And why do you marry me? Answer ny question!" She clamoured in a thundering voice.

"Because..." he stuttered and trailed off, unable to complete his sentence.

"Because of what, Jibril?!"

"I Love You!" She got scared at first, then stiffened, and then she became angry. She looked at him again and slightly pushed him down the bed.

"You know what? I don't have time for you now, sleep on the floor, I have important things to think about." How could a Fulani man love her? The whole Amna Talhah Muhammad? Was it because he's married to her and he want to sugar coat her? This is ridiculous!

She layed on the bed and draw the plain duvet she saw on the bed. Taking her off-guard, Jibril planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Don't think much, I love you." But he got a loud hiss as an answer.

***

"Bring the bowl forward, that's not how to do it, Hayatee!" Hayfah exclaimed, taking his hand off her bowl of paste. They were trying to make brunch, they spent their night watching a movie and woke up late today. They planned to go back to the company today, the person Dad assigned as the acting CEO had been caught with some unloyal acts.

"But, Rania, I told you that I used to help Sorella to make it years back. Won't you just let me make the paste? You'll fry the pancakes, I promise," he whined and begged in one voice. She've been trying to collect the bowl from his hand but couldn't.

"That's how you've been bragging when we woke up. But see what you're making like an egg yolk, this is waste of resources; Hayatee. Give me let me help, you did great!" She tried persuading him in a soothing and tender voice but it proved futile, Adyan had already added a cup of flour into their watery paste. Hayfah screamed.

"Hayatee! This is no more a pancake, we're having puff buff as a brunch. Please, I beg you; just rest I can do the rest of the work. It's getting to 1pm, and I'm famished!" She used the whole strength in her and dragged away the bowl from a hysterically laughing Adyan.

"Let me video record you then," he suggested and sat on the kitchen island; pulling his phone upright.

"I know I'll make a great chef!" she flipped her invisible hair in an ostentatious way.

"Or the opposite." Adyan hushed, but loud enough for his drama queen to hear.

She shrieked and stopped frying the paste. She looked at him with a horrified expression, "You did just said I'm bad at cooking? Ya Rabb, but you've never said this before. This is an insult, Hayatee!"

"I meant a gorgeous chef. Rania, you need to make this thing asap, we should've been in the conpany now; if not because of you!" he accused, walking over her with his phone still in hand, recording her as she frantically run from one end of the kitchen to the other; looking for either hand towel, colander, or long spoon.

"It was your fault! I begged you yesterday that we should just sleep and let that movie slide; but no! Hayatee had a crush on a certain girl I can't even remember her name. Hoo joon jae's girlfriend that's a mermaid!" she squealed, happy that she remembered the guy's name.

"Who's having a crush on someone now? See how you said his complete name, I doubt, Rania." she thrusted him a plate of pancakes without looking his way, and moved forward to make the smoothies.

"Take that to the dinning table, I'll be done here in a jiffy." she ordered and continued her work, not looking back at him.

"Okay, Mom." he shouted and walked out of the kitchen. Hayfah shook her head and smiled, he was just too much for her.

She finished making the smoothies and took them to the dinning table herself. She placed everything, and served them in one plate; that's the rule, they eat from the same plate.

"Where are you?" she yelled, roaming her eyes around the house.

"Over here, Rania. I'm checking wether they've dried," he yelled back, still not making an effort to walk back into the house.

"Come back in! A second, Hayatee!" she yelled in gritted teeth, Adyan knew not to cross that voice. He walked back with hands holding his ears, and grinny smile with puppy eyes.

"You said you were famished, Hayatee, but you were there checking your clayed vases. Let's eat." He tried talking but she made a zip with her hand on her mouth, he just kissed her lips and they continued eating their food from the same plate.

"No movie watch today, we'll be serious CEO and serious secretary. Wait, I think you have to change my post, I can't work as your secretary anymore. It'll be embarrassing!" she gasped, thinking about how bizarre and embarrassing it will feel, walking to a meeting room together with him_while the other workers knew they were married.

"You must be..." a knock on their front door put a halt to Adyan's words, they exchanged looks and he stood up nonetheless.

"Who's at the door?" she hushed, for they weren't expecting a quest today.

"An unannounced guest? Let me check!" he ambled towards the door with quite fewer steps, and all Hayfah could heard was his shriek and scream_out of joy of course.

"Rania! It's my brother; Kassim!" He jabbered with a thrilled voice.