Chapter 12: Chapter 12
ABUJA, NIGERIA.
"Ask him if we can take his new car, please?" Fayha insisted upon sighting the new car sitting in the garage which was a gift from his father when he got another rank at work but he wanted to rock it to the wedding.
"I'm not going to ask him anything, let's use my car." Amani rolled her eyes and started making her way to her Ford when Fayha drew her away from the car and settle her right in front of the Mercedes Benz G-63 AMG.
"Please. I know he wants to rock his wedding but I really want to see their reaction after seeing us coming out from this car. And here, wear this." She removed two sunglasses from her clutch and gave one to Amani.
"You will pay for this." Bushra mumbled before she removed her brand new phone from her clutch earning a low whistle from Fayha by the side.
"Oh my God, you already have 12 promax?! What?! When did this happen?!" She bombarded her with questions to which she only rolled her eyes at and dialled her husband's number not bothering to answer her melodramatic cousin as she continue to gawk at her like she's an alien.
"Hey, Maan." She said into the phone when he picked up after the third ring. He must be very busy then, she almost hung up.
"Yeah, Beyoncé. What is it?" He asked and from the background, she heard her brothers yelling 'that's my sister' and then shuffling.
"Tell those Dumbos to be mature for once since they are getting married. Anyway, can I take your new car?" She nibbled with her lower lip unconsciously then removed it when she tasted the strawberry lip gloss she's applied earlier.
"Sure, the key is in your makeup drawer." And they exchanged last I love yous before hanging up.
"Go bring the key from my makeup drawer. Since you want the car, get the key. I am not going back into that house again." She informed Fayha about his agreement for them to use the car.
Shortly, Fayha is already on the driver's side of the car driving them to the said venue. There is a question she is itching to ask her but had to keep her mouth shut not to act to oblivion about her said crush, but then again, she really can't keep quite knowing this will help her get what she wants. It will help her in so many ways so with a teasing smile and carefree nature, she beamed at her cousin before she finally asked the gnawing question.
"Who is getting married?" From the look of obviousness and deadpan on Amani's face, Fayha rephrased her words, "Who was it you were talking to MM about on phone earlier?"
"Oh, that. I was just teasing my bachelors of brothers. They are not thinking about getting married anytime soon so I tease them about it all the time." She changed the topic, not wanting her mouth to slip and she will go on telling Fayha about what happened in her house few nights ago. She wants to surprise her after the whole wedding is over.
"Oh okay." Fayha sighed in relief and push the buttons in the car, putting the song to it's highest volume making Amani shake her head at her crazy cousin. It looks like she has some master plan up her sleeve so Amani will patiently wait. She hit her head at the song playing, 'Fem by Davido' while smiling, she likes the guy.
They arrived some minutes later and hoped off the car. The place is an open place so everyone is sitting outside when they packed their car. So many eyes followed them and like slow motion, they removed their shades at the same time before making their way to the event palace. Everyone's attention was on them, they walk like models, their clothes are something everyone wants to wear. Not to talk about those killer heels, beautiful expensive clutch, they've killed each and every single breathing specie that is sitting there.
The place is decorated with those traditional kamu stuff. From the maroon complicated carpet adorning the whole place, to the tuntu the girls are placing their legs on back to the other arrangements. The left side of the tent has expensive looking casseroles calming waiting to be devoured with so many sweets and cakes just distance away from it. While the right side of the tent has a DJ sitting behind his computers and guitar. In the middle of the tent, there is a golden and red royal chair where the bride is sitting, her hands and legs adorned with henna, both black and red.
She is wearing one of the gowns Amani sew, the black one. Wow, they are matching! What a coincidence right there, well, she didn't like it one bit. Now they will think she is wearing it because she thought she would wear that same one too. But then again, when does Amani have time for social media people. That brought her attention to the photographers clicking their pictures with each step they took. Their attention is not anymore on the bride nor her friends or family, it is about Bushra Amani alone. She didn't like taking the attention but Fayha does, a lot.
The gown Zara is wearing is also fitted gown, not anywhere close to Amani's. Hers has different style from head to toe. The fitted gown didn't hide anything but it looks like she is wearing girdle to make her shape more prominent. The girl is slim and has no perfect shape, she has the curves but she is not like Amani's hourglass figure. The sleeves of her gown is petal, her neckline is illusion. She looks stunning in that outfit, kudos to her own self.
"Welcome." Zara forced a smile, she didn't like how her co-wife is getting so much attention from both the media and her friends. The looks they are sending her only explains how much they respect her.
"Thank you, nice place." Bushra complimented, giving the place another once over. There are only girls around, then the media and DJ. It gives this soft ambiance, not at all the rich bratty people sitting around the mat.
"Thank you." She smiled and gesture to the sit close to her on the floor that she should sit like the other are seated all around. She called a henna artist and ask her to design their hands while she is at it.
Soon after, Bushra's hands and legs are decorated with both black and red henna like a bride. Though her gown is uncomfortable, she didn't find it hard to sit down and give her hand forward for her to design. She likes every bit of those little designs that decorated her hand. She told the lady to write Mika'il's name where he won't be able to find it, she was fast to complied. She likes that Zara's attention wasn't on her so she won't be too jealous of the matter.
Fayha only agreed to have her hands designed, she can't go through all those trouble of hiking her gown up, it is pencil. Amani's phone rang from her purse, she can't take it seeing her hands are henna-ed so she asked the henna artist to bring it out from her bag. She saw that her Maan is calling her, she has their family photo as his contact icon so she quickly answered the call, not wanting Zara to notice it.
"How is it going over there?" He questioned as soon as she picked the call, thank God she don't have to say Maan.
"Pretty good. I have my hands and legs covered with henna and you know what? I have you name written, you can't find it." She bit her bottom lip mischievously, hearing his chuckle from the other end of the line.
"Really? You are now an Indian huh?" He chuckled again, knowing she had be rolling her eyes if he was in front of her.
"Duh, it was just another romantic sign. Don't act like the loco you are now with me please." She rolled her eyes, he is now laughing fully at her making her roll them again.
"Okay then. What will I get after finding my name? You know the guys in Indian movies get to have something after that hard work." His voice lowered at the end, that means he is not alone or he would've flirted in more blunt way.
"Whatever you want, find it first." She whispered too seductively, biting harder on her lower lip not to laugh.
"I am so going to find it." With that determination, she laughed and hung up the phone by giving the henna artist to tap the red.
Everyone around the place is looking at her then her phone. Fayha bit her lip not to laugh at Amani's reaction, she was blushing in embarrassment seeing all eyes on her. One though crossed her mind, did they hear what they were talking about?! Hopefully not, not that it was anything bad but still, they can't hear their private chat. She released an embarrassed smile then yawed her attention back to her henna to look least interested.
"Babe, have you seen the way they were staring at your phone? Gosh, MM has the best timing of all, I'm proud." Fayha whispered in her ear chuckling and giggling in glee. No one heard the husband and wife conversation cause even she that is close to her didn't hear them, she was very low. All of them were staring st her phone, none of them has twelve pro max in their hands, maybe they don't even know that it was released some days ago.
The way they stared, then look at each other to confirm whether the phone they saw trending on internet some days back is really what Bushra Amani is holding. When it is confirmed, the media roamed around and keep taking photos of her talking on the phone. She could already picture the caption they will write underneath, she don't care one bit. She can't wait to tell her Maan what happened about the whole phone scenario, he was right about them giving her more respect. None of them tried shit actually, she only said hello to them which some returned and some act like they didn't hear her.
Some of them would want to order the phone and have it before the wedding but it won't be possible, it takes time. Gosh, her husband surely knows how to get attention on her. Just like his words, everything he predicted happened. It just makes her love for him bloom in her chest. That man has her heart and life, she can't live without him, that is it.
"Shut up." She whisper yelled at her friend then yawed her attention to her henna. It has already dried up, the lady woman started removing it slowly.
As soon as her hands and legs are washed, she stood up to leave. She's paid for both their henna even though the women said it was covered. She can't have everyone saying she went there just to get free henna, they did say it was henna party though. Casting a smile at her soon to be co-wife whose hands and legs are also covered in henna, she told her that she is departing because her baby back at home needs her.
"Why don't you stay for a little bit? The refreshment is yet to be served, the appetizers and all. You haven't danced also." She forced a smile at her because her chest is boiling inside with jealousy.
From the looks of it when she was talking on phone, she was talking to Mika'il. The way she smiled, giggled and flirted is enough giveaway though she didn't hear a thing. Then the phone she was holding in her hand, she knew her soon to be husband bought that for her. Since when he told her that they are back together, her mind wasn't in the right place nor was her mind. She told her sisters about it but they told her not to worry, they have got her. She agreed to that.
"I'm sorry, but next time. Anaan will be crying when she wakes up without me by her side." She explained with an apologetic smoke gracing her lips.
"Alright, drive safe."
The duo left, Fayha drove them back again. Bushra kept staring at her hands and legs like she is about to devour them whole. She is so obsessed with the designs and the colours in her hand.
"Let the hands rest please."