Chapter 20: Chapter 20

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

The dinner was over an hour ago and Bushra could easily say she's won the night yet again. Mika'il wouldn't let her rest and the emcee is also wicked for asking the first wife to dance with her husband which is no doubt one of Murad's plans. It feels like they are the ones organizing the wedding and not the other way around, she likes the power and dominance that comes with the feeling of winning over a rival or more like, an enemy now.

They danced for so long that she couldn't feel her feet but still Mika'il wasn't ready to let go of her so he went to bid goodbye to Zara. It wasn't a good sight seeing all people supporting Zara glaring at her that was before they heard the sirens from the halls gate which means someone has come and they are no ordinary people. Everyone that stood outside the well lit ground yawed their attention to the cars coming through.

Bushra could only thank God for taking the attention off herself, she has been the center of it for awhile now and she doesn't find it appealing anymore. Their gazes are ordinary as none of them have the guts to come close to her to say anything bad, or maybe because her brothers' tall figures are lingering close to her from time to time? She don't get but is happy for not having to undergo unnecessary drama.

There are not much geriatrics but all the youngsters are there outside waiting for their ride or a show they thought would take place. All the medias are there and if it won't sound like she is exaggerating, then they only got more, like someone called another set. The music is still playing inside the hall too, all waiting till the bride left to do anything more. Multitudes of the medias have their cameras on the intruders coming through, she would love to see who this person is with grand entrance.

Bushra has this slight tinge of who it is but kept quite looking as the cars made their way inside the already finished wedding dinner. There is no doubt they know how to make grad entrance to get everyone's attention, alright. The place has so much poles lit with brightest bulbs to shine down on them making it easier for everyone to see who he is talking to or looking for from miles away. At least, you won't get raided at with the lights.

The cars looks ridiculously expensive shining under the lights like this not to forget about the securities that swam from the cars to guide the white BMW 8 series that sat in the middle. Bushra looks like everyone around the place, that is so many people almost hundred heads and you'd think the wedding is taking place outside also after they were done with the one inside. They are looking curiously around the waiting cars that are yet to be opened to reveal this person.

Shortly, one of the securities opened the door from the other side, not where they are staring at. A man walked out and if you can feel it clearly, the air gushed to a harsher cold outside making goosebumps to appear on your opened skin. The aura, spirit, vibe and ethereal air surrounding him is enough to make them want to bow and praise him like the royal guards are doing from the other end whilst letting the uniformed securities do their work of guarding him.

His sight is like those you would want to bow down at just to worship. The man is wearing biscotti coloured set kaftan and babban riga embroidered like those of royalty. Yes, that complicated intricates only royals could afford doing. His Zannah Bukar cap has almost matching embroidery but slightly different to make it match up down to the Rolex clasped around his left wrist, beautiful golden watch it is.

His feet are closed with grease men formal wear leather shoes shining under the lights like some price possession. His broad shoulders and wide chest could be seen even from the babban riga he is wearing and he looks no older than thirty. The way he carried himself and the air around him speaks on language, royalty mixed with blue blood that flows in his veins with each step he took to the other side of the car.

"I'd kill to be with that Prince right now." Afrah sighed like some possessed woman from beside Bushra making her chuckle lightly. If only she knows who his wife is.

"Stop being such a brat. You are so young to start talking about killing for a man. Let elders say that." Kauthar scolded her younger sister not taking her eyes off the Adonis for a minute.

The guards are standing closely around him while he looks to want to go and open a door for someone, he is not alone then. Why won't he let the guards to the work but want to do it himself when he is clearly royalty and not known for offering service only to be served upon? Well, it's not like they won't love the sight of seeing someone powerful tending to someone else's needs. He isn't even smiling not that anyone could say they have seen him smile, it is rumoured that he never smiles but she knows otherwise and the one person that makes him smile.

It is a sight to see seeing men with authority bowing down to whoever it is. Be it his mother, sister or wife, it's still a sight to behold.

The place is now pin drop silent, everyone holding his or her breath seeing the Adonis of a royal coming down the car at around twelve thirty in the morning, what?! Everyone knows who that handsome man is that ooze power, authority and superiority. The tall dark man that any woman would sell her soul to have as hers, throw away her dignity just to see him. Bushra could literally hear the sighs, awes, gushes and battling of eyelashes from the girls behind her.

Even Fayha that stood beside her along with Afrah and Kauthar sighed loudly while Fayha held unto her hand tightly like she is stopping herself from jumping on his bones. Maybe they should just ask him to dance for them to keep it low. She is just waiting to see if the person they are expecting to see will really come out of the car he is about to open. She knows how that person is and can't wait to see what happens when the girls find out he is happily taken.

And then he opened the door with a straight look but when he yawed the door open, a smile spread across his lips earning a loud gasp from the people around, Bushra included. She can't believe this man smiles in presence of other people and who is that person if not the famous woman she is friend's with. But she never thought he would smile in front of other people, that is just something no one expected from him.

"He smiled!" Someone gushed from behind her in low squeal afraid that if she shouts, the guards will shot her with those AK47.

"I can't believe I'm seeing this." Another said with more enthusiasm than the other but it sounds like a man's voice not that Bushra has it in her to turn around to confirm if a man is really gushing over another.

"I'm totally going to take video of this. Some might think I went to the palace, I can't miss this opportunity." And she heard rustling in the background probably the person is trying to get their phone.

"I'm taking one as well, nop, can't miss this." Fayha mumbled from beside taking her phone shakily from her clutch and she could see so many people doing that same thing. Even Hanan and Jiddah, they will brag about him smiling in their sister's wedding probably.

There standing in front of them is none other than Shaddad Sunusi Lamido offering a panty dropping smile at the person in his car who everyone knows is his wife even before she stepped out. It is rumoured that he only smiles when she is around and now no one can doubt that, he is really smiling at his wife. The smile that will make you drool, sit down on the floor to keep in each moment in you. Bushra won't say she is immune, she is drooling at the sight and she knows it.

His wife, Falak Muhammad Ingawah who is said to be his stepsister from his father's wife stood beside him after getting out of the car with the help of his offered hand. She stood proud and tall in their usual royal aristocratic way that you have to attend a year's lesson of etiquette to learn how to do it but they look all natural like they were born to be royal. Bushra won't say she wouldn't wish to be in Falak's shoes, she has always loved royal right from when she was young.

She is featuring one of the laces Bushra could remember sewing some months ago for her. It is granola coloured lace with touches of gold sequins across it sewn into princess gown that makes Falak look like a drawing. The golden colour is glistening and it matches her husband's outfit. No doubt she forced him to wear it so they can match, that is Falak for you.

She has on golden Jimmy Choo, granola turban around her head, a small envelope clutch and golden accessories. She looks beautiful even though some might think it is too much gold, she pulled it off like she always does making Bushra proud of her work too. Her makeup is casual but with bold red lipstick that could be sighted from miles away then the nettish veil she has flimsily across her shoulders.

That billion dollar smile is etched on her lips but her eyes are searching for one person and Bushra knows who that is. She smiled too waiting patiently for her to find her in trump of people, she should know. Then her eyes settle on hers, her smile growing wider if that is possible then she took her husband's hand more eagerly to get to where Bushra is. It's been long since they last met so you can feel both their excitements in the air.

"Tell me she is coming here with that Greek God please." Afrah whined in Bushra's ear who shrug her off and move towards Falak halfway.

They met in the middle, Falak letting go of her husband, she hugged the girl she considers friend. They don't have that perfect friends relationship but know there is something about them that is special with the age difference included. Falak is older than her with almost three years but she never showed anything bothering her with the age gap not like some others. Not to forget she should feel high and mighty because she is royalty, but she is none of that.

"I missed you, little rat." Falak squeezed her gently into her arms with a wide smile that could blind the sun's while her husband stood by the side with his guards.

"I missed you too, big rat. I thought you were not coming when the event finished and you didn't even see my entrance." Bushra pouted after letting go of Falak so she could see just how upset she is that they planned something together but she didn't get to see it.

Yes, Falak was the one who hyped her up about dancing to her heart's content. She didn't want to do that, she only wanted to have grand entrance and that was it.

"Don't worry, I've seen it all on our way here and hats off! You pulled it off just like I had planned in my head. And about coming late, talk to this Statue here, he wouldn't let me out of the bed." Bushra blushed hearing Falak talking like that in front of him.

The woman calls her husband Statue, she knows that too. Whenever they are on phone call, they are always bickering in the background with their cute triplets.

"Good evening, your Highness." Bushra greeted quickly trying to take off the sexual tension in the place. Falak knows how to throw words around where it is not supposed to be.

"Good evening. Drop the formalities please, call me Shaddad." There was a tiny smile stretched across his lips making Bushra feel a little more comfortable.

He is known for his silence and curt replies, maybe those are for other people that are not close to his wife. This is their first meeting face to face except for the little pleasantries they exchange when they are on video call with Falak.

"Sure. I hope she is not giving you too much problem." She gestured to Falak who is narrowing her eyes at her husband as if daring him to say something bad.

"She is, a lot." He grinned when she slapped his arm making Bushra giggle a little. They are totally her couple crush, one in town. They fit each other perfectly!

"Now tell me where this homewrecker is so I can give her some gifts from the King. Don't worry, I won't hug her." She laughed at Bushra's expression when she glared at the thought of her giving her rival a hug.

"You better not. What sort of entrance is this? Remind me not to come to any of your ceremonies early." Bushra grinned as they walk to where Zara stood with her siblings, Mika'il and some other groomsmen, her brothers included, watching them curiously.

Zara is fuming clearly from the sight. How on earth did Bushra know about the royal couple and even share some sort of moments together like some old friends? Even the inapproachable Prince smiled at her and grinned at what she said. Why does she have this effect on many people not doing anything? Today is not her day neither is this wedding but she won't back out, she will never do that.

"Congratulations, Miss Zara Muhammad Yakasai." The way Falak pulled out the professional word and the miss, you know she is mocking her in some way earning a grin from Bushra.

"It's Mrs. Thank you, your Highness." Zara forced a smile taking the outstretched gift given to her by Falak.

"Oh right. Sorry we get here late, had so much to do including getting our girl here dressed." Falak grinned at Bushra who smiled slyly while watching Zara's smile yaw into a huge scowl but quickly brought it back.

"No problem. Thanks for coming, your Highnesses but we must take our leave." Zara's politeness is thinning and she knows she can't lose her cool in front of the media surrounding them neither will she give the opportunity to Bushra for her to think she has lost.

Bushra two, Zara zero.