Chapter 33: Chapter 33

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Mika'il groaned again watching his friends around the airport walking around when they know they need to get ready for another flight three hours away. Ramadan is eating his away and not spending his time with Bushra and Anaan is taking a toll on him, his friends are not letting him off the hook. He's been meaning to take a leave but decide to do that after Ramadan, it will be much better then knowing everything he does is free. While fasting, he can't exactly do the things he wants to with his wife, he will wait. It's just a matter of few days, he will have his wife again in his arms.

He is tired of Zara already, she talks a lot and like pointing out Bushra's fault in everything she does. He stopped listening to her since she clearly don't understand when he says she should stop talking about his wife at all, she doesn't listen. That is the sole reason why he despise spending time with her, she is not that bad if she don't talk about his other wife. It's not like he has started liking her, but knowing she is also part of his forever, he tries his best to make it work not in a way he can waste his time or let his heart fall.

There is nothing to fall for anyway, his heart is not with him.

"Man, you should leave that room and stroll or the hunger will eat you more than it is doing now." One of his friends called out from the window, his hands holding onto a chilled coke, he swallowed thick gob of saliva. The guy is not a Muslim and he unconsciously making them regret being with him during Ramadan.

"Get out of here before I take that bottle and smash it on your head." He glared at him, his eyes turning away from the coke. He actually never liked the drink much but now, he wants to gulp down the whole thing down his parched throat.

"I know you are jealous of my drink, don't worry, I'll disappear from here." Sandro grinned widely then disappear down the tarmac like the vampire he has always been. Mika'il sighed, that is better than having him around with mouth filled with French fries all the time.

His phone rang in his pocket, he took it out hoping it was his wife but sadly, his mother is the one calling him. He sighed, he hopes he didn't do anything wrong to Bushra since that is why she always calls him to scold him like he is some kid. The woman and his first wife are like twin sisters, always at one another's hip. His siblings think she is the one born in their home while they are from some orphanage, they think their bond is too strong for just mother in-law and daughter in-law. He can support them in that, she takes her side instead of his all the darn time. But no, he is not complaining at all.

He is not complaining though, they are the two most important women in his life including his daughter. If they are not like magnet, he will be the one roaming around thinking about which one to please. He feels blessed to have them together, Allah has made everything easy for him and serve it in a silver platter. He could only say Alhamdulillah to that, nothing more could be said.

"Hello, Mom." He talked first thinking she's said something but she actually didn't. He was thinking too hard about everything nowadays, he don't know why he feels that.

"I won't talk to your wife because she's done something terribly wrong. I can't keep it inside that is why I'm telling you this and didn't call her to scold her. She knows what she did so I won't tell you about it. Talk to her when you get home, she will come meet me herself if she is conscious of what she has done." His mother ranted clearly displeased with whatever it is Bushra had done and he became restless.

His mother never permit him to interfere in their business no matter how many times they've fought, sometimes he doesn't even know about it. So this time, it feels different and he could feel that something terribly wrong is going to happen soon. He clenched his hand to stop the feeling, this should be considered bad omen. He's never felt like that before in his whole life, he has always been an optimist so this is not good for someone like him. Why does he feel somehow though? Is something horrible going to happen to him or his wife? He can't say, he just feels it deep down.

He needs to stand up and pray to stop this, nothing is out of Allah's hands, He can chase away devil so why not mere discomfort? He took a deep breath before deciding to reply his mother who was patiently waiting for him, "I'll talk to her, Mom. But what did she do this time around that you sound so mad?" He inquired, he can't help the curious side of him.

"I am not going to say anything about it, just talk to her about me. Be quick and go home, it's almost maghrib." With that, she hung up the phone and he sighed again. He don't know which one to deal with first, the flight or his mother's complain?

Just before Maghrib, he entered inside his home smelling his wife's homemade traditional food. Zara is always making continental foods while Bushra takes it upon her to do the traditional ones he likes, it's good to have both foods at his disposal. Sometimes he feels that having two wives could be a blessing especially when Bushra is getting jealous and seduce him in front of Zara, his favorite moments. Whenever his wife is jealous, he is in for best treats for the rest of the week or day.

His first wife has so many sides but her possessive and jealous side is the one he preferred the most, she turned into a vixen. She will keep confessing her love for him, making him feel like the luckiest man alive. That is the only positive side of being married to Zara, his wife always goes wild at the sight of him with another woman. Sometimes she'd look like she is going to stab them both with her eyes, he understands how she feels.

Had it been she is the one with another man, he is definitely going to commit murder and won't care about the consequences. His jealous side has always been calm since his wife don't even try making him jealous, she has always been good to him. He can't imagine that beast side of him, he won't promise to let that person leave alive and unscathed. He swallowed at the mere thought, may he never see that day where his possessive beast will come out to dance. It's going to be a red day filled with blood and bruises or maybe a murder case on their head too.

"Welcome home, Maan. You just arrive on time." She beamed at him, keeping a sleeping Anaan in her cradle that is in the living room. It makes her work easier knowing her daughter is close to her and if she wakes up, she will know that since the baby monitor don't work all the time.

"Thank you, I'm so hungry. I'll just go to the mosque and come back quick." He kissed her forehead then left the house, he has already performed ablution from work thinking he won't be able to make it home without praying on his way back. He has made it with few more minutes on top.

"I made something special for you, guess." She has a wide smile, closing the casserole tightly so he won't see or even guess the smell. The smile on her face made him forget all the struggles he's been through the whole day or the hunger, he feels happy all over again. A smile spread itself across his lips too, her happiness leads to his.

"An amazing soup with tuwo." He exaggerated with a lick of his lower lips, seeing her eyes trailed down there and his body tingled. The effect she has on him with just her eyes is beyond him, really.

"Well, almost but I'll let this slide. I made Edikang Ikong soup, your fave." She beamed again then opened the casserole for him to see the soup where dried fish, stock fish, beef, cow skin and palm oil are swimming in. His stomach growled at the aroma, man, he is more than hungry now at the sight of the food.

"Mom called earlier and she was talking about you wronging her, I don't understand what she was talking about. She said I should talk to you and you will know what happened." He remembered and told her his conversation with his mother. He's totally forgotten about it and if she hadn't brought up his mother, that she would like what she cooked, he wouldn't have remembered at all.

"Whoa, I don't know what I did wrong. We haven't talked since yesterday, she would've called yesterday if I had said something wrong." Bushra's brows furrowed, this is not what she wants to hear. Her mother in-law can't possibly be mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong, she knows that.

"You should call her and find out." He shrugged, pushing more beef into his mouth and moaning. She giggled at him then took her phone from beside her and dialled her mother in-law's number, "Why not wait till later? She must be having her own iftar now." He suggested but she shook her head, she can't wait to find out what she's done unsuitable.

"She is not picking my calls, eight missed calls already." She pouted then took his phone and put her finger print quickly. She dialled the number and her mother in-law picked but as soon as she heard her voice, she hung up. What on earth just happened?!

"That is weird." Mika'il also furrowed his brows, his mother is acting weird. Whatever it is that Bushra had done must've been something terribly wrong, he won't interfere though.

"I think I should go meet her now." She stood up, tears leaking at the edges of her eyes really hurt about what her mother in-law did. She hadn't done anything to deserve such treatment from her mother in-law, nothing she is aware of. God, it hurts a lot to think about how she hung up the phone hearing her voice, it hurts a lot.

"No, you are not going anywhere now. Besides, whatever it is that has happened, she needs time to cool down so you shall go there tomorrow. Rest and don't let your head wander off unnecessarily. It can be something petty." He draw her to his arms to pacify her, she cried in his arms.

He could understand what she is going through, she is too attached to his mother that she can't stomach what has transpired. He sighed, his mother can be a dramatic Queen when she wants to be. This should really not come between them, he won't be able to take it.

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Mujaheed removed his uniform after coming back from the barracks, he had to arrange some of their soldiers for a war that is about to take place between them and some bandits. His sister is also persisting that they go to her home to have their iftar because her husband is with her cowife and she feels lonely eating alone. They all agreed to go there so he made sure to work fast and orchestrate what needs to be orchestrated. The brigands are getting out of hand, they need to be dealt with once and for all.

His twin brother is also with him and he stayed back because he will be going to their sister's from there. He quickly changed into coffee brown set of kaftan, taking off his mocha derby from his shoe rack and wore it. Next, he sprayed the Bleu De Chanel perfume gifted to him by his younger sister when he came back from an ambush which everyone thought they were killed in but he came back. She was so happy and she gave him his birthday gift earlier than the time, he appreciated it. That woman could bring him to his knees, she was just too sweet.

Done with everything, he took his car keys and left his home after bidding his mother goodbye. Before he could leave the house, he saw someone walking inside their home, a petite woman looking tired. It is none other than his sister's best friend and their cousin, Fayha. Wasn't she invited to his sister's mini iftar? That is close to not possible, she is always there for any mini party his sister orchestrates so what is she doing in their home?

"I was just going to meet you." No good evening or anything, she just started talking to him when he was about to leave through the gates. This is so unlike her, she has always been shy to talk to him but looking at her now, she looks determined to do something he don't know.

"Oh? Come in." He unlocked his car and she entered, not so shy anymore. He is surprised with her audacity, she still hasn't greeted him like he is some criminal she needs to take under custody as soon as possible. Well, that should be kept aside till she says her motive.

"I don't want to beat around the bush, I've been doing that for a long time now. Whatever it is I'm going to say, you are going to listen to me carefully." She took a deep breath and his eyes widen, this woman has some nerve. He kept mum like a student getting scolded for a misdeed he was sure he did.

"I am going to get married very soon to your twin brother and if I don't tell you this now, I might never get the chance to do so. I love you, I have always loved you and I really want to marry you instead of your brother. I will understand if you don't love me, I just want to tell you before it's too late. Now, it is up to you to do whatever it is you want, I have done my own. Think about it, it's up to you to make or ruin my life now." With that, she yanked the door open and left in a hurry like she was never there. Had it not been for the remainder of her Roja Haute Leux perfume in his car, he would believe he was hallucinating.

"What just happened?!" He questioned himself, his hands tightening around the steering wheel in amazement.

She's always been like a little sister to him, nothing more. He didn't mind arranged marriage because he is million percent sure he will never get a woman by himself, he is not capable of doing so. He is so dedicated into his work to look for a bride, he can't do that. Now that has is to marry one of his cousins whom he hasn't seen since many years ago Khalidah, he is glad. And now this, Fayha confessing her love to him so blatantly is taking a toll on him. She is his twin brother's fiancée for heaven's sake.

With another deep breath, he drove the car out of their compound and to his sister's where he saw Fayha entering. Can he enter that place knowing she will be there after confessing her love? Will it even be comfortable for them to sit? Gosh, she just put him in a tight situation, he can't deal with stupid emotions, not now.

He won't be able to be with her and that is it. He agreed with the Khalida person since he hasn't met her in forever and he doesn't like her but him breaking Fayha's heart will only cause him peril from his sister. His twin brother Mujaddad is better than him when it comes to those emotions so he is the best candidate for her, she should know that. Well, he needs to act accordingly so he won't give her false hopes, he don't get it. Women tend to catch feeling after a small kind gesture, this is not his space.

He won't be able to marry her, she should deal with that for it is for the best!