Chapter 16: Chapter 16

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Minutes after Mika'il left, Amani made her way to the kitchen after making sure their pictures are posted on all social media. She has wished him about the marriage, it's only few minutes before the media blew everything away. That is why she did it in the first place, she doesn't want anyone thinking she is too sad that her husband is getting married when she is not.

She cooked something quick for her friends that are about to bustle in her home to get ready for the dinner later. Her gown is hung in her room which Mika'il can't stop admiring, she refused to wear it on for him to see and said she will surprise him when she arrives. The way her brothers planned this day, it made her think the love of her brothers is too much for her to bear at the same time as the one her husband has for her.

Shortly after she was done cooking some rice with colouring, green, blue and pink but when tasted, it is plain. She will mix it up with chicken soup and some tamarin juice she has in her fridge. She heard the doorbell rang and Scarlet went to open the door saving her the trouble from hearing the shrilling sound of her friend making stupid comments about how good she looks, she know she looks good in her unique lace and the colour compliment her skin tone.

"Wow, she cooked some food for us! That is why I love you so much, B." It was Amir making her groan, he is going to finish half the food before she even get the plates arranged on the table. The guy loves food and his wife is definitely going to suffer cooking three or four times a day, the man and food go the same lane all the time.

"I love her too." Afrah grinned, sitting on one of the dining chairs like she is anticipating the best food to come in front of her magically. The girl is cute but she also turns to a devil when she needs to eat food, she likes food like all of her sibling, I think it runs in there blood.

Her husband's family are very dramatic!

"You guys should calm down please. I am going to serve you guys with my own hands, no one will serve himself." She demanded sternly after telling Scarlet to bring out plates and other cutleries from the kitchen because if she leaves the place and let them have their way, she will find the warmer empty.

She could see a suitcase sitting in the middle of their living room, she should tell them about going back upstairs, maybe they will help her with some advice. She thinks staying downstairs is better than going upstairs though. She works downstairs and don't even like the idea of her daughter going there all the time, maybe she should just bring her furniture down and let them take Zara's closed ones up. Yup, they didn't open the furniture and she doesn't care.

"And tell them to not eat too much or their clothes won't fit them later and I only brought one girdle for myself, they should know their limit." Kauthar's voice pierced through the dining room making the girls grumble out at the thought of looking ugly at the dinner they want to rock and rub in their enemies faces.

They need to make sure that spotlight is taken from it's owner!

After they ate, they lounged upstairs with Amani trying yo bring up the matter she wants to discuss with her girls. They all look like they are anticipating something which makes her wonder if they ordered some more food. They are always looking forward to more food, they like to eat more food all the time. Well, it's now or never, she needs to see whether what she thinks about doing to her home is okay since it's a lifetime one.

"Do you think I should take upstairs or downstairs? I feel like downstairs will be more convenient seeing I have everything there and I won't have to interrupt her when she has guests." Amani asked after sometime, seeing as they all kept their phones aside and decided to listen to her. They know she never talks stupidly, she wants them to understand her point.

"I think your thoughts are right. If you take the upstairs, you will have to pass through her living room to go to where you want to be and your kitchen is already arranged, removing the cabinets is going to be trouble and will ruin them. Just stay downstairs and take Anaan's everything there too." Fayha commented then went back to scrolling through her phone.

"Yup, I support you. Downstairs is better than upstairs." Kauthar agreed and the rest of two nodded in agreement then everyone went back to their phones. Okay, not to forget about that, they also love their phones too much.

"You won't believe what is happening on twitter." Fayha laughed while looking down at her phone with such happiness that could melt the person with the saddest story. Amani knew something is up and she wants to know what it is, badly.

"What is it?" Kauthar hauled before she could even move her body, now that she looks at it, she is the only one wearing such heavy outfit.

Amir is wearing sweatpants and blue v neckline shirt and he cane with only flip-flops. Afrah is featuring an arctic blue skintight with cowl neck sweater then hijab which is nowhere to be found, also came with flip-flops. Fayha on the other hand is in her seat of new black sweats, you can even see the tag that she hasn't removed, she was wearing some jean sneakers and Kauthar is the one wearing jeans and white shirt, came with sandals. She feels overdressed while staring at them but she don't want to leave to change, she doesn't want to miss a thing.

"Someone, probably the media took photos of Zara when she was wearing a scowl. The worst part is, she was scowling because you came in with MM. Please just look at the caption." She pushed her phone to Amani's face who squinted them because of the brightness but read along the lines loudly for the others who are quietly anticipating to hear.

"Is the almighty one brought down to the ground? Bursted!" And there are so many more comments down on it and the part that makes her smile is because the username looks quite familiar, the girl has always stood by her side and called her role model even though she doesn't know her personally.

"This girl loves you Amani. She literally worships the ground you walk on. Do you notice her?" Kauthar asked while smirking a little showing just how much she likes what she's seen.

"I know and I wish to meet her sometime she and some other girls like that. They are always supporting me and I can't even reply their comments, I hope to meet them though." She smiled, feeling like she is slightly above Zara in some way seeing her fans are much more supportive than Zara's as she read the comments. She has the upper hand in social ladder, Zara needs to catch up.

"Why not throw a small party when you hit 900K followers on Instagram, 800K on twitter and you celebrate your four years anniversary since your first client." Fayha advised grinning widely like she's just solved some biggest mystery or found the cure to cancer.

"She is totally right, Ya B." Afrah agreed, even standing up on the couch to jump all the while trying to show them just how much she's agreed with Fayha's suggestion.

"It's not like everything is going to happen in one day and hey, how many followers do I have on Instagram now?" She is perplexed about hearing nine hundred something when she can't remember the last time she checked her followers or can she even remember how many they were. She only posts her new clothes and attend to more clients in her DM.

"Damn, girl. I always knew you were clueless but not this antisocial. You already hit 800K some weeks ago but I don't know how many you have now." Fayha rolled her eyes making the other occupants in the room chuckle. They've always liked their banter, it's a sight to see especially when Amani is in the spotlight.

"Don't call me clueless now. I have more important things to do than checking my followers." Amani rolled her eyes right back then folded her arms around her chest feeling heavy with the lace. She should really remove it soon.

"I think she is right about the small party though, they need to see their role model." Amir commented, glancing up from his phone while he strolled through Instagram seeing the explorer. It is filled with the President's daughter's face along with his sister in-law's.

"I will just think about it. I have Anaan and Mika'il's birthday to look forward to in three weeks so that's definitely not happening now." She stood up when she heard the doorbell and made her way to the living room to see who it is. She isn't expecting anyone so she beamed at the sight of her husband.

But she faltered, he is now married to another woman. Nevertheless, he is also her husband so she made her way to where he stands and gave him a hug which he was quick to reciprocate. She smiled, smelling his signature Dior cologne that makes her swoon all the time and now she only wants to jump on his bones and make love to him. He is married but the woman is yet to come, she wants to use that opportunity before it slips right off her fingers.

Without further ado, she continue to trudge into the house not bothering to tell her friends that she is taking her husband up and they should take care of her daughter. She was impatient and he didn't say anything but followed her, his eyes filled with amusement since she clearly didn't see her brothers standing just outside in the foyer sitting on the chairs there. Her eyes were on him only, it makes his heart flutter.

"Now why are we here, Beyoncé?" He grinned when she seductively smile at him and point at the bed.

When he sat down, she removed the babban riga and strip him down to only his Calvin Klein's vest and shorts. He grinned when she made her way to the closet, asking him to sit tight till she comes out. That is how he stared at the door to the closet expectantly while somewhere in his heart he feels void because he won't have all the moments he wants with his wife always. He now needs to share his time with another woman, the he doesn't even like!

Darn, he has made a grave mistake and is afraid of the outcome.

Minutes later, he finished wallowing in his guilt and loath when his wife walked out wearing nothing but a ruby coloured lingerie that has him double taking. She looks so sexy which brought Zara's words back to him, he bet she won't look close to how his wife looks even with that colour. Zara's skin tone is darker than Amani's though she is not all too dark, just cool. He is very much aroused at the sight in front of him, well, he was meant to be.

He made a move to stand up but she shook her head, stopping him right on his track. He groaned knowing just how torturous those few hours are going to be. She wants control, he can see it in her eyes and since he is guilty, he needs to give it to her.

She trapped him in her arms and straddle him, slowly, she bent down and kissed his neck, moving slowly up to his parted lips leaving trails of tingles. She lie him back down flat on his back with her on top of him, her stomach on his, her mounds on his chest while her lips are still placed on his lips. He couldn't move an inch, he is trapped in her trap so he only smiled and let her have her way.

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They smiled at each other when they came out of the bathroom. Both their phones have been going off but they put it in silent mode to not disturb their moment. And now it is already six in the evening, they need to pray asr and maghrib at the same time which is not what she likes but the circumstances is like that. They prayed together again like they did on their marriage with him placing his hand on her head to pray for her then blew her face with a smile she couldn't stop returning.

"We need to get dressed or get killed." She mumbled when he moved to kiss her again, she is in her towel and he is only in a thobe. Trouble will be too much for them if they stay few minutes more.

"Right." He groaned then stood up to go and get dressed into his sky blue babban riga and kaftan.

Amani took a big gulp of air and left the room only to find the girls all with their makeup but not dressed. She gave a sheepish smile which they returned with a naughty one, probably knowing what has happened and she can't promise they don't. Her and Mika'il have been quite adventurous so she doesn't even care, they are married and it's not like they went somewhere, they are in their house. No biggie!

She got her makeup done too then ask them to get dressed as it is already seven thirty and they should be there around eight. Well, Mika'il will be there with Zara around eight while she goes with her girls around nine when everyone is settled. They are hell bent on taking the spotlight which is the reason for them being, fashionably late, she didn't oppose. Her hatred for Zara is taking the best of her rational thoughts.

"Let's wait a little longer before we get into those constricting clothes. We have one hour thirty minutes and don't forget, you want to surprise MM with you outfit." Kauthar wiggled her brows at Amani who sighed and sat down with them, they are right, she wants to surprise him with their favorite colour.

"I should help him get dressed." She stood up and made her way to their room then stopped to call out into the living room, "The makeup artist should not leave just in case." Before the girls could reply with their naughty thoughts, she closed the door.

"You won't get dressed, will you?" Mika'il pouted when she shrugged and adjust his babban riga in a teasing way.

"The night is still young. I will surprise you later." She gave a smirk he really didn't like, her surprises are horrible and makes him do things he never thought he would.

It is going to be a very long night.