The great DEEJU!👑

"Wake up sleepyhead"

"Ke"

"Rakiya"

"Matar al amin"

"Allah i will pour cold water on you if you don't wake up this minute"

I tossed to my right side and buried my face in the pillow. Ameela will be the end of me!

"Wato ba zaki tashi din ba? (You still won't wake up?) its almost 11am and you know mama and baba will be leaving by 12am; and we will be escorting them to the airport" Ameela ranted.

"Halima mustapha why do you have to come this early? give me just 20mins more and i promise i'll wake up" I said still groggy from sleep. She didn't talk so i happily dragged the quilt over my body.

Such a sweetheart she is!

But man i was WRONG!

She drew the curtains making the sun shine in my eyes. "AMEELA!" I yelled and put my hands over my eyes.

"I really really pity your husband" She murmured and sat cross legged on the bed "Go and take your bath"

I scowled as my stomach groaned angrily. There's no one to blame but me. I was up through out the night yesterday watching a stupid movie and dozed off 30mins before tahajjud prayer. Mama had to pour water on me before i woke up and i ended up getting only four raka'as, shafa'i and witr. I didn't even get to do my sahur when i came back because i was too sleepy and I woke up late for subh salat. Yeah! I was in for it!

I languidly walked to the loo and showered under the warm water. It was so sweet and relaxing but i had to reluctantly drag myself out because Ameela kept banging the door. 

It was already 11:20am. So, I quickly put on a black cotton lace shirt and a blue ankle jeans then wore a black jalabiya on top.

"Ruqayyah, please bring my bag downstairs" Mama yelled from downstairs. I looked at the huge mama's luggage in front of me and wondered how the hell i was going to carry it down the stairs. It probably weighs the same as me.

'What is she going to do with all the clothes inside the bag for God's sake' I thought.

I tried to lift it but miserably failed. "Mama Wallahi i can't, its too heavy" I yelled, kicking the bag with my leg.

"Ouch" I uttered a yelp as one of my big toe came in contact with the zip handle.

I heard someone's footsteps coming towards me. I already knew who the person was when the hypnotizing scent hit my olfactory organ. I looked up and sure enough, It was the prince charming.

"It seems like too much of bother to just lift that bag. What a shame!" He smirked and reached for the bag.

"Uh-uh mister" I stopped him "Who told you I can't?"

He shrugged and motioned for me to lift it.

"Go and i will be down in a blink" I pointed at the staircase with my finger.

"No ladies first" He bowed slightly in a mocking way.

"No" I disagreed and folded my arms "I told you i will be down with it in a few" I was starting to get frustrated. Seriously, whats with this guy?.

"Stop wasting my time and let me help you" He  said so quickly in his American-like-accent which I actually thought was all his kinibibi. But Nah, he really has an American accent. He reached for the bag but i stubbornly stopped him again "I don't need your help"

"You obviously need my help" He gave me a pointed look.

We argued for 5mins more before I finally gave in. He lifted the bag as though it was a feather or something of sorts.

"It's almost impossible to believe that you're still really weak despite my salubrious blood that still runs through your veins"

What the sa'eer?

Now does he have to brag for denoting his blood for me?. Tsk tsk Such sass!

I rolled my eyes as I followed him downstairs.

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"Mama promise me you will get me that abayah from fashion line, Allah i saw they've brought different new wicked designs" I spoke over mama's shoulder.

She shook her head "Don't worry, will get it for the three of you in sha Allah, ai yasmeen da kadan ta fiki tsawo ko? (Yasmeen is a little taller than you right?)"

I pulled away and squealed "Thanks mamassss that would be so cool wallah, Yes she's a little taller"

We were currently at the Nnamdi Azikiwe international Airport. They were just informed that the plane has started boarding, so we all stood and started to bid each other goodbye.

"Going to miss you baba" I hugged him as ameela hugged mama.

"Going to miss you too my little princess" He kissed my forehead "Take care of yourself, alright?"

I saluted "Aye aye captain"

"Thats good" He said in a bossy tone and we both laughed.

After all the bye byes they finally boarded the plane. We didn't leave the airport until we made sure they took off.

Six o'clock was nearing. Me and ameela decided to cook for iftar but we've got no idea on what to cook. We were all tired of the all the kunu and all.

"What about we make a homemade lasagna" I suggested.

"Ugh! No, i ate it the day before yesterday" She  suddenly sat up from her lying position "I have an idea, why don't we go to al basha? Wallahi they make amazing foods" She said a little too enthusiastically.

"Okay let me inform karima to cook something for al amin, i heard him telling baba about coming back early today" I reached for the landline but ameela stopped me to which she earned a puzzled look from me "What?"

"Wait, He can join us right? Please call him now it's already 6, i will call uncle hameed and billy too" She said peppy.

"No, he can't join us" I said flatly.

"Why? Unless you don't want him to" She gave me the 'duh' face, folded her arms and raised one eyebrow perfectly. I'm scared of this ameela!

"Well kind of but lets even push that aside, believe me that guy won't come" I said and silently prayed for her to let go.

She shrugged while I averted my gaze to the tv. After some minutes, my phone buzzed, notifying me of a new message. I furrowed my eyebrows as i saw the message was from al amin.

I checked it and saw a message was sent to him 3mins ago.

Me- Hey! Do you mind joining us for iftar in al barsha?😄

Ameela!!!!

I turned to look at her. She had her lips pursed before she burst into a series of laughter.

"You.did.not.just.send.him.freaking.message" I said through clenched teeth.

She shrugged "Not my fault, You shouldn't have acted stubborn"

"Why did you? How did you know the name i saved him with? God! What if he isn't the one?"

"Excuse me! Have you ever heard of a stupid medical student in all your eighteen years? Well missy i read all your messages from A to Z and anybody who has brains could easily understand"

I growled and read the message he had sent few minutes back.

Mr A- Don't worry, Someone is already preparing iftar food for me.

I wanted to just ignore him but my stupid curiosity got the better of me.

Me- Who?

After some minutes, he texted back.

Mr A- My ex😉.

Me- Okay, Have fun!

I typed and tossed the phone to my left side.

In the outside, my eyes were fixed on the tv but in the inside, my mind kept showing me the message al amin had sent earlier.

Like what the hell? His 'ex'?

No wonder! It all made sense now. His ex is Deeju. They broke up before our engagement and now she's trying to get him back or let me say they are trying to get back together. She even followed him to Abuja. Wow! What a nerve!

Ameela shook me, bringing me back from my ocean of thoughts. "Your phone has been ringing, why aren't you picking?" She questioned and took the phone "Its al amin, hey! why aren't you picking?"

I just shrugged and continued staring at the tv.

"Should i pick it?"

"No, don't you dare"

"Okay" She said and slid the answer bottom. Did she hear what i just said?

After speaking with him for some minutes, she handed me the phone "Yallah, he wants to speak to you"

"I told you not to pick it and I don't wish to converse with him" I said bluntly.

"Please" She pleaded and put the phone on speaker.

"RAK listen to me please" He said from the other end.

"Please" Ameela mouthed.

I collected the phone, removed it from speaker and put it on my ear "Speak"

I heard him chuckle before he spoke "Look i was just pulling your legs, please don't have any hard feelings Wallahi i didn't mean to hurt you, i don't even have an ex"

I laughed humorlessly "Oh really?"

"Yes" I could almost sensed the seriousness in his voice.

"Toh"

"I'm sorry"

"Uhmmm"

"Is it too late now to say sorry?"

"Ewww! You listen to justin beiber songs?"

"No, Yasmeen always listens to it, i didn't even know i know the lyrics until now"

I couldn't forbore a smile.

"So, apology accepted?"

I rolled my eyes "Maybe..?"

"I will take that as a yes then, al basha seems like a good idea, I'm on my way home"

"Okay" I murmured and hung up. Throughout the call, ameela's big ear was on the back of my phone, eavesdropping. "Toh ai sai ki matsa tunda na gama wayar (You should move, since I'm done with the phone call)" I shooed her away but instead she let out a squeal and hugged me.

"Lets get ready, i've already texted uncle hameed, they will meet us there" She said and finally let go of me.

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All of us were laughing from the story billy was telling us. She and her two classmates back in Ss1 sneaked into their principal's office to steal the maths question paper which was the exam they were supposed to write the next day. Unluckily something happened and they all got caught. The principal arranged a special assembly for them and asked them to kneel down in front of the other students. Billy kept chanting 'Avada kedavra' wishing some magic could happen so that they wouldn't have to get flogged or be suspended or even the worse, get expelled. Unfortunately for her, nothing closed to a magic happened and they all ended up getting 25 nice strokes.

"So you thought you were a Harry Potter? Ai da kin bari sun saka ki a movie din kawai (You would've let them put you in the movie)" Ameela said still laughing from the story "Instead of you to keep reciting some du'as, ai kin gani avada kedavra ya taimaka maki (You see, avada kedavra had helped), chai asswear 25 strokes ain't a joke"

We all laughed.

"Bilkisu Potter, that was awesome" It was uncle hameed's turn to jest.

"Getting 25 strokes was awesome?" Billy uttered "I'm never in my lifetime going to try that again. Never!"

I ate up my last piece of fatira jubna along with my chilled coke and joined "Sweetheart wallahi i feel for you deeply"

"There is one thing I was grateful for, he didn't tell our parents, we would have been in a hot soup I'm telling you" Billy mused.

We laughed at her as I leaned on the soft cushion right behind me, taking in our surrounding. The place has a relaxed and friendly atmosphere. It was designed in an Arabian theme.

We continued to chat, everybody telling his/her funny childhood, school and embarrassing stories/moments. Al amin got along with uncle hameed quite well, they acted like two long lost friends that had just met after so many years. And that brought a big cheshire grin on my face.

Salamu alaikum ya ku strawberries dina,
Ya kuke? Ya gida? Ya mama? Ya baba? Ya sister and broza? Ya aiki? Ya iyali? Ya gari? Ya yara? Ya komi?.... Ina fata duk lahalo

Duka duka a nan zan kawo karshen wannan babi na chanjin zuciyoyi dake zuwa maku daga Mai sonku kuma mai kaunar ku Rukayya abdullah.

Kada ku manta:

Ku danna wannan 'yar star din

Ku shiga wannan dan box din domin kuyi kwamentin.

Mu huta lahiya.💋

Soyayya da yawa.💕💕

Ruru❤️