Chapter 30: Chapter 30

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

A week has passed in a blur and Bushra's days are already over and it feels like she didn't get to be with her husband for as long as she wanted to. Now it is Zara's days that will take over, she feels lonely before the days started. She is more worried about Ramadan coming for just a week more, they will start fasting and the thing shall be more complicated. She don't want to do something that will both anger everyone in the house but she has a plan up her sleeve. She won't work on it though, she has better things than that.

With Ramadan around the corner, Eid is also approaching which means too many clothes will be waiting for her. Even at that moment, she has so many appointments waiting for her and thank God for the assistant she has now, she hired one after they came back. She didn't like the one her mother sent to her, she isn't efficient and is always forgetful, she don't need people like that in a serious business. She wanted to open a store like Mika'il had suggested but she won't anymore, not after having a cowife in her home. Everything could go wrong, she is not really comfortable with her in her home neither would she ever be.

And her encounter she remembered having with Zara few days ago that actually made her go cuckoo for awhile there. She know she should not feel like that for she doesn't have the right but she can't help it. Not a single cowife would be happy with the news Zara broke to her faithful evening that just yanked away. It was three days ago when she came down to her living room looking so happy in her fitted gown that made sure to tighten everywhere around her body something Bushra hates. She's got the body too!

It makes her wonder what is it that she lacks and she has, except for Mika'il's heart, nothing else. Zara isn't entirely ugly if her jealous side could only rest for awhile and agree that her cowife knows how to take care of her body like any other female out there. Maybe even more than Bushra could, she is not an expert when it comes to skincare and all that shit. Her beauty comes natural so it's only waste of effort if she tries adding more, she doesn't change at all no matter how many hours she use.

Her conversation with Zara that evening suddenly came back to her again like striking thunder in a beautiful day with sun shining in the middle of the clouds.

"So, I wanted to ask you something." She didn't sound rude neither did she sound offensive even though Mika'il isn't around so Bushra got confused at her sudden attitude. Knowing she can't trust the snake, she knew she has something under her sleeves so she played along like the elder sister even being the younger.

"Sure, ask away." She held Anaan with both her hands so she can burp, she just fed her sole milk hoping she would sleep and she can go get some clothes sewn. She was in the middle of sewing a bridal gown meant to happen after Eid and she works with the time you bring your clothes not the time you want it. It's not like she asked you to bring it late when you need it soon, she don't like being rushed, she works wrongly if rushed.

"I don't know how you find out whether you are pregnant or jot but my period hasn't arrived and it should be here since a week ago so I wanted to ask how you found out you were pregnant with, her." She pushed her thumb at Anaan who is only staring at her as blankly as her mother is. She's been seeing the new face but she didn't like her, the feeling was mutual.

Bushra on the other hand knew the game Zara was playing so she tried her best to make her face blank and not think about pregnant Zara and what she will do to them in that house. The woman clearly wants to get pregnant as soon as possible which is something Bushra can't stop her from doing. That is why they got married huh? For offsprings to sprout out and the family name to keep moving, isn't it? She also has her own baby with her, in her arms whom her husband loves dearly. Maybe this is why Zara also wants to give birth, the woman shouldn't be trusted with her own baby, Bushra thought.

She looked at Zara's feigned curiosity eyes seeing the evil horns around her head even as she tries to hide it. The way she jabbed gee thumb showing her daughter really irritated her and she won't let her go unscathed like that. She wants to see her crumble with jealousy while wondering how she got pregnant? She has another things coming then for Bushra Amani is not who she thinks she is, she isn't a weak feeble woman yearning for attention. Even young, she is a woman that likes handling stuff with few words, this won't be any different. She's learnt from the nest after all, her mother!

Bushra mastered how to hide her emotions from the world at a very young age so jealousy won't make her drop that façade from years ago. If she thinks their house is a studio and all they need to do is act, then she will show her just how many masters she had in acting. She wasn't forced into theater club back in highschool for nothing, everyone used to applaud of her talent and this shall be no different. Her mind calmed down the jealousy brewing inside her then formed a quick reply while leaving her face blank, she won't see her crumbling inside, she refused to let her see that.

"Oh, my God! Are you seriously expecting a baby?" Her eyes gleamed with fake excitement that startled Zara for she believed her. Bushra smirked inwardly, she knew she is a better actress than Zara could ever be and this is just the start of her acting career.

"Uh, I'm not sure." Zara fiddled with her fingers suddenly conscious of the excitement Bushra is showing about her being pregnant. She thought the woman would leave her in the room or shout at her for it, she should just react in some way but not excitement. That is the opposite of what she awaited, she was almost ready to see her face fall and see a crestfallen expression taking over her face. Or maybe, she could finally see the strong woman crying hopelessly while she continue to taunt her.

But not this fucking elation!

"Well, get a pregnant test stick and check whether you are or not. When I suspected mine, Mika'il got more than ten so I'll go check if there are still remains. If you confirm it, you can go to the hospital for another confirmation." Bushra stood up with Anaan in her arms who was awfully quite. Normally, she take to strangers in gibberish but she never tried talking to Zara as if she knew she was a foe.

"Thank you." Zara is forcing a smile to her lips as she took one of the sticks from Bushra hesitantly. Her heart is beating wildly in her chest, she hates how her plan always gets ruined when it comes to Bushra Amani Abubakar Danbazau.

Her plan fails every single time when it is about her! What does she have that Zara doesn't? Why does she have so much protection from the unknown? Is she special to Allah like that or is she just Kore practicing than she ever could be? Something is not right there, there is something she is missing about the freaking woman.

"You see, you are going to have a younger sibling to play with Anaan." She cooed to her baby who released a large smile playing with her face. Bushra grinned back, her baby is playing together with her!

With that, Zara left her side of house and moved up the stairs in slow steps as if she is not herself anymore. That is what Bushra wanted to see but that doesn't mean she is still not insecure about Zara getting pregnant so soon. She totally forgot about a woman always falling pregnant after marriage, it always happens even without their knowledge. She is afraid Mika'il will be more around Zara than her now, she will have him wrapped around her little finger.

This is just a warning she's sent to her that if she ever falls pregnant, things are going to change. Bushra is not looking forward to Zara falling pregnant, she don't like the idea at all. If there is a way she could use to stop this, she would do it through thick or thin but she knee it is also haram to do so. She will have to let destiny take it's course, she is done taking things into her hands. If she takes things to her hand, she will keep getting disappointed time and time again. Whenever she let's Allah take the lead, everything becomes perfect.

"Can I get them on the fifth of Ramadan? I'll be leaving the country then." She is yanked from the lane and look at the woman sitting in front of her. She is wearing sophisticated outfit that defines just how wealthy she is even though she never gets impoverished clients. This one looks exceptionally rich, she must be someone important, she has escorts.

"But you've brought them late, Ma'am. I can't promise you that." Bushra let out an apologetic smile making the hopeful one from the woman's face fell and she didn't like it. The woman looks really nice and has been talking politely to her even though she's way richer. Unlike the brats she's been with.

"Can I pray double to get it done? I really want to wear something you sew this Eid because my friends won't just stop talking about you and not to forget, you've got the talent." She beseeched, her hands holding her brand new expensive Huawei phone.

"I hope you are not sweet mouthing me into sewing your clothes." Bushra chuckled, she can't help it. She is definitely going to sew the clothes for this woman, she has in her to do everything for her.

"Oh, I'm not. I'm merely stating the facts." The woman giggled too, taking a sip of the Sprite Bushra served for her.

"Okay, I will try my best to do that for you and you don't have to pay double for it. Thanks for the compliment by the way."

"I told you, just facts. I should he the one thanking you." And then she left with many of her escorts making Bushra wonder who this woman is. She looks quite important to the country to have this escorts. President's wife? How is that possible though? She would've want to see Zara, huh?

She brushed that to the side and made her way outside to have breakfast with Zara and Mika'il. This woman came and she had no other choice but to attend to her client, she hopes they have their meal already. Zara is already eating but Mika'il seems to be waiting for her to come back so she gave him a grateful smile before she took Anaan from him to feed her too. She saw the way Zara was staring at her from across the table with nothing but loathe, it doesn't matter.

The woman don't even know how to act, she is failing miserably in trying to act like the dotty co wives. Bushra shrugged her off and started feeding her empty stomach some cereal she is feeding her daughter. She didn't want to have what Zara has made, the tiny trust she has is starting to shatter into more tiny fragments. She is wary of the lady's moves, she can't be trusted at all.

"We are going to meet my parents for dinner later." He informed Zara, they are going all together but he wouldn't say that to her if they were going. He usually says; 'Your belle meré misses you a lot, shall we visit?' and shed agree.

"Oh, okay." Bushra smirked at the nervousness creeping onto Zara's features knowing the girl is not going to be liked at all by their in-law. She has already done the terrible to her sisters in-law and brother in-law, her mother in-law hating her won't be any different.

"You should also be ready, B. I'm going to work now, see you later." He stood up and kissed her first then kissed Zara much more lightly before leaving the room.

"Love you." She yelled after him to annoy Zara then made a move to stand up but Zara's question that made her laugh inside stopped her from moving.

"What do you think I should wear to impress them?" Bushra held her lips shut tightly so as to not make fun of her. She wants to impress her in-laws eh? Ha, Bushra never knew the president's daughter would need approval from anyone.

Zara is afraid. She's heard about how marriages get ruined right after it happened because the mother in-law don't like the wife he's brought home. She loves Mika'il more than her own life, leaving him will only ruin her life and shatter her further. Her chances of getting liked there is little to none so she should at least try to make effort, she can't lose him.

"I think Ankara will do." Bushra nodded her head for even she wore Ankara when she went to meet them for the first time. It doesn't mean it will work though, she already ruined the first impression with the important little ones so they probably already reported her to the elders and the dislike will be instantaneous.

"Okay, thanks." Zara's face is still marred with anxiousness and Bushra is still amazed that anyone could make Zara feel so. She thought the woman is braver than she's seen her, oh well!

Bushra dressed Anaan in simple Ankara gown she sew from her own later that evening since Mika'il messaged her that he is on his way. She's already taken a bath, is now wearing a flay Ankara gown that reached down the floor a few inches closing her light pink wedges. Since the combination of the clothe is brunette, gold and touches of pink, she has a pink veil around her. A simple Gucci moon bag is on the bed where her other necessities are. She didn't bother arranging the baby bag knowing everything she would need is there with Afrah or her mother in-law, she worry not about Anaan whenever she goes to her in-laws, parents or Gigi's.

She sprayed her Vera Wang Princess perfume then left the room adjusting a small cap on Anaan's head. She saw Zara staring at the mirror in their dining room nervously chewing on her bottom lip. Bushra knew she shouldn't be this cheerful but she can't help it, the sight is just so funny to see. She didn't make any noise, she only watch as she adjust her veil then turn around and do some more turn till the doorbell rang jingling her away from whatever she is thinking. Bushra giggled quietly, this should be fun!

"Are you all ready?" Mika'il asked in his deep voice, walking further to kiss Anaan's forehead but gave her a passionate kiss to her lips fully knowing Zara is nearby. He is going to miss not being in her room that day so he is taking the best he could before the dreaded time of the day comes.

"Yes, yes! Belle Meré messaged me, she cooked my favorite." Bushra beamed, holding out Anaan so he could take her and he did before giving Zara a smile of acknowledgement as she moved closer to them still nervous.

"She's always loved you more than me. Let's go." He grumbled like a kid, she can't help grinning at that. She already pitied Zara, he shouldn't have been rude and arrogant from the beginning after knowing she is coming a second wife.

One shouldn't be so arrogant if he isn't the first wife. What you are going to get is leftovers whether you like it or not. It's not like they hate the first wives when they brought you neither do their first wives lack anything, that is just how fate works. And even if the first wife is slackened, you shall be slackened too one day and he will bring another woman. The same cable he used to beat the first wife, he shall use it upon you one day so don't be too narcissistic because you are the second new bride!

That's just how life is.