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I yawned, lying down on my arms on my desk. If boredom kills, I think i would've been dead by now. I was presently in managerial accounting class, it has only been 30minutes since the class started but it felt like ages. Mr Solo classes are the most boring classes ever. I didn't grasp a thing ever since he came in.

My mind drifted back to the last Eid. The hawan bariki was really fun too, we went to Munjibir resort Kano. We went there very early around 12pm and came back around 7pm, so basically we spent our whole day there. Another BBQ was held there, a lot of indoor and outdoor games, contests and much more jollification activities. The next day, which was hawan nasarawa, we mostly visited my paternal uncles and aunties houses with hajia mama. We ate a lot of foods and of course got a lot of teasings from my aunties.

"Kai nana, you've lost weight, is this how we're going to take you to your husband's house? Its barely 6months to the wedding" Aunty hadiza had said. She's the only person that calls me with Nana.

"Its because of Ramadan but take a chill pill aunty dee i promise i will gain some more weight before the wedding" I said stuffing more sinasir in my mouth.

"Toh sarkin marasa kunya" She laughed and slapped my arm "Instead of you to keep mute or smile shyly ba? Yaran zamani sai da addu'a"

"Bari dai Hadiza, they are shameless, wallahi back then in our days da ance ansa rana ba sauran zaman lafiya, kullin kuka kamar ba kai ka kawo mijin ba, but now some of them will even be eager to see theirselves in their husbands house" Aunty Salma had joined, shaking her head.

They continued to bluster on how girls nowadays are so shameless while i eat my delicious sinasir. I didn't see how telling her I would gain some more weight was a problem. Nigerian Aunties sai addu'a. Ameela left after 5days and then BAM the boring life returned.

I yawned again, looking at the Homo sapien speaking in front of the class. I wonder how he would look like in an atamfa skirt and blouse with a head gear. I would remove his spectacles and make ameela doll his face up. She would shape that disheveled eyebrows of his, hide his dark spots with her magical concealer....

"Miss Ameen"

"Yes madam.. I mean sir" I quickly corrected myself, ignoring the muffled laughs and sniggers from the students.

"What are you thinking of that you can't even tell whether I'm a lady or man? Miss Ameen" He asked covering his marker and keeping it on the desk in front of him.

"No.. Nothing sir" I shook my head, slouching down on my seat.

"Am i putting you to sleep?"

Are you even asking sir?

"No sir, not at all" I shook my head. He stared at me for a moment before he spoke "Please Miss ameen, concentrate"

"Okay" I murmured and forced a smile.

"That was close" Yasmeen singsonged in a very low voice and snickered. I fanned myself and mouthed "I know right"

"Miss ameen and Miss muhammad" Mr solo called in a warning tone.

"Sorry sir" We both murmured. He would definitely kick me out next time. So, i reluctantly gave him all my attention.

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"Finally" I sighed as Mr solo finally walked out of the class. It felt like yonks!

Yasmeen sat up from her seat and settled in the one in front of me, turning the chair so that she could face me. There was only few people in the class now.

"Well, i was going through my Instagram when i saw one make up artist haka, Khadijah but she's usually known as Mrs bazza and she lives in Abuja too, so I thought why wouldn't you hire her for your wedding? She's professional and it would me more easier since you live in the same place" Yasmeen recommended, showing me some pictures from mrs bazza's account.

"Oh really? Wallah I was thinking about that too. Thankfully I know two of her sisters Ummy and Maryam, so i think i can talk to her through one of them and Ummy is also a makeup artist, we can hire her for the bridesmaids right? i think they might even give us some discount" I grinned, going through more pictures.

"That's it ma, makeup artist ticked" Yasmeen said using her finger to make the 'tick' sign.

We talked more about the makeup and where to sew my wedding dresses, before we decided to leave.

"Oh no! This is not happening" Yasmeen semi-yelled. She tried to ignite the car but it wasn't responding.

"Ya Allah!" She exclaimed "Ya al amin told me not to go with the car, I guess he can now say 'i told you so'"

"Well..." I sighed helplessly "Is it the battery?"

"Yes its the battery, i will just call ya to take us home since his office is close by and tell the driver to come with a mechanic"

I simply nodded while she dialed al amin's number.

"He's in a meeting right now but he will try and come in 20mins in sha Allah" Yasmeen spoke after speaking with al amin.

"Oh, I should have called malam lawali to take us since he's busy" I uttered.

She waved her hand in the air "Never mind since i've already called him, besides I'm with his habeebty he would do anything even if that thing will make him drop the job"

I chuckled. Not the al amin muhammad tafida i know.

After she informed their driver to come with a mechanic, we decided to trek to the school gate before al amin arrives. Once we were at the gate, i told yasmeen I would go buy us water from a canteen since we were both thirsty. I bought two bottles of water and some packets of choco milo. Trust me, i could finish a packet in a day, that thing is heaven. Back then, mama had to hide them away from me every time i bought some because I usually end up having a toothache. I smiled as the memory lingered in my mind.

I paid for the things I bought and made my way to the exit door. Once i got out, a guy bumped into me making the things i was holding fall off to the ground.

"Oh my God are you okay?" He asked.

"Did i hurt you?" He asked again. I wanted to scream at him but kept my cool "No.."

"Are you sure?" He pushed.

I nodded, looking at him for the first time. He's fair, tall and has a little muscular. He was wearing a Brown button up shirt, a pencil jeans and a brown shades covering his eyes from the blazing sun.

I bent down to gather my books and belongings that had tumbled out of my bag when my forehead hit his. I whined and rubbed my forehead.

Al amin's thought suddenly popped up from my head. It was like a deja vu. When i bent down to pick up the cup he had mistakenly dropped when we bumped into each other and he did the same, resulting into clashing our foreheads together. I quickly shove off the thought and started packing my books but man i could feel the guy's intense gaze on me. It was potent. I could swear he wasn't even blinking, i saw him removing his shades from the side of my eye. I looked up and clashed my eyes with his. He smiled to which i returned a fake one and went back to picking my stuffs.

He helped me in picking some and handed them to me.

"Thank you" I thanked him with a small smile.

"Are you sure you okay?" He questioned.

"Totally" It was now genuine smile.

"If I'm not mistaken you're ruqayyah right?" He asked, with a side grin.

I raised my brows suspiciously "Yeah.... How did you know my name? I don't remember seeing you in any place"

"No offense" I added politely.

He chuckled softly "Come on, who in this school wouldn't know the name of a beautiful lady like you? If there's any then trust me that person is definitely cuckoo"

I smiled, not believing him a bit.

"So where are you heading to?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. Haha Nervous much?

"Don't worry I'm with my friend, we're leaving in less than 5mins" I said glancing over at my wristwatch.

"Your dimples are like preity.. Whats her name? That indian actress... Umm.. Aha preity zinta. Your dimples are exactly like hers, they pop out whenever you speak or smile" He prattled.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"I wish i have dimples, at least one" He sighed in a defeated manner.

I laughed again "You can have a surgery and get both"

"Really?" He asked, clearly shocked.

I burst out laughing "Hey I'm kidding, don't go telling people i said you can get dimples through surgery. So, forget i ever said that"

It was weird talking and laughing with a complete stranger, comfortably. But i kinda enjoy the conversation.

He laughed too "But seriously I thought there's really a dimple surgery kinsan turawan nan"

I chuckled but spontaneously jerked back once i saw al amin beside us. How long has he been here? He really is a weirdo. Why didn't he speak or at least clear his throat, so we could acknowledge his presence? But the scariest and weirdest thing is he had that scary expression on his face just like the one when uncle hameed dropped me home. I swear he was even scarier than that day.

I had a feeling that this isn't going to be good! Not in the slightest! 

"When did you come? Where is yasmeen?" I asked him trying hard to sound normal.

Instead, He huffed. I guess thats my answer.

We all awkwardly stood there as his gaze kept darting from me to the guy for some minutes before he spoke "I can't believe this"

"Ya salam.." I murmured and faceplamed myself. I internally prayed he hasn't misunderstood.

He finally fixed his gaze on me which I wasn't pretty glad of "So it was true?" His jaw was taunted "This guy is really your boyfriend, I didn't believe it but now that i saw it right in front of me... I.... I.." He trailed off slowly running a hand down his face "Ruqayyah its true"

His eyes held a mixture of exasperation, remorse and uncertainty.

I knitted an eyebrow in confusion "Boyfriend?What are you talking about al amin? I don't get you at all"

This is absolutely cray cray!

"Whats happening guys? You left me waiting in the car" Yasmeen, who just arrived spoke. I shot her a confusing look and moved my gaze to her brother.

"You know what I'm talking about, don't play games with me and act like you don't know whats up, acting all innocent" He spoke anger lacing his voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" The guy asked, with the same expression i had on my face. Al amin turned angrily to the guy and landed a punch on his face.

"What are you doing? Stop it" I hissed, irked.

"What's going on? Ya al amin stop it" Yasmeen yelled.

"Al amin listen to me please" I begged.

He didn't listen to any of us and landed another punch.

"Stop acting childish and stop this crap now, why did you decide to jump into conclusion? At least listen to what i have to say. This guy is not my boyfriend and i have never seen him before in my life, he accidentally bumped into me and stopped to apologize, what's his fault? Is it the apology? Or because he spoke to me? Please its not every little thing we get jealous of"

"Don't you dare deny or lie to me, you have nothing to say" He yelled at me as he balled his fist.

"Al amin don't misapprehend" I closed my eyes and swallowed a lump that just formed in my throat. I couldn't believe this guy was really accusing me.

"I'm not stupid ruqayyah, this guy is your boyfriend and don't you dare deny it" He glared at me.

"Are you for real? How could you say that when I'm engaged to you? Al amin you have no right, don't you dare accuse me again" I couldn't stop myself from yelling. He was too much!

I turned to the guy and scrutinized his face, His mouth was bleeding "Subhanallah I'm so sorry" I said softly and handed him a tissue from my bag.

Al amin snatched the tissue and scrunched it into a ball.

"Ya al amin what are you doing?" Yasmeen spoke angrily.

"I will leave you two since you chose him, we can't get married while you see him behind my back, besides we both don't want this marriage right?" He said, exasperatedly.

I felt fire race through my body, like Volcano building pressure. "So what if he is my boyfriend?" I yelled "Al amin if I'm in a relationship with this guy wallahi I won't  hesitate to tell you, what will i gain if i lie to you? For Allah's sake How could you even accuse me of having a boyfriend? What are your proofs?... I'm sure you have none, if there is anyone who is to be accused is you al amin, I really shouldn't have let it drop when I suspected something between you and deeju but i did even though I wasn't convinced enough, i could've been violent if i wanted to but I didn't now look at him" I pointed at the guy "He's bleeding, Are you happy?" My voice cracked, I was now on the verge of tears.

Yasmeen pulled me back and gently stroked my back, trying to calm me down.

He simply turned making the little crowd split. He walked towards his car and drove off apoplectically. Was he supposed to be angry after accusing me of something I haven't done? How audacious!

"Look I'm very sorry, I don't know what is wrong with him, i really don't. I'm sorry for putting you in trouble" I said to the guy, hoping he could understand me. Thankfully, He nodded in understanding.

Yasmeen stopped a taxi and told the driver hajia mama's address.

"I'm sorry" She spoke after much silence.

I sniffed as the waterworks started. "Its not fair, is it?" I said midst sobs.

She pulled me close to her "Shhhh please don't cry, he probably misunderstood you but we'd sort things out in sha Allah i soon as i get home, alright?" She entreated eyes brimming with perturbation.

I shook my head "Yasmeen there's no need, he pointed at my modesty, marriage cannot work with accusations, never"

"I know thats why i said we will sort things out, ya al amin is a very jealous person Wallahi I'm sure he just misunderstood. Everything will be alright sweetheart.. In sha Allah" She consoled, squeezing my hand.

Nothing will be alright! I simply won't let this slide!

She kept consoling me with soft words while i just stared blankly at the road, tears still streaming down, heart thundering against my bosom, until we halted.

I entered the house with yasmeen and met hajia mama in the sitting room. She and Yasmeen exchanged greetings before she bombarded me with questions "Ruqayyah whats wrong with your eyes? Why are they swollen? Did you cry? What happened?"

Yasmeen stared at me with pleading eyes that says 'please-don't-tell-her'.

"I had a fight with someone" I swallowed "A course mate"

She clapped her hands together murmuring some du'as "Ruqayyah whats wrong with you? You still have that stupid habit ba? DanAllah when will you learn that you're are no more a kid fisabilillahi? You're not getting any younger ruqayyah, you're getting married in less than 6 months, wallahi you have to change, ace mutum kamar wani yaro aye?" She ranted.

"Sorry hajia mama, wallahi its not her fault he caused it" Yasmeen spoke placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Toh Allah dai ya sauke, ai nasan halinta ne, she takes every little thing a fight, ina amfani" Hajia mama shook her head, making my blood boil more.

They chatted a bit before Yasmeen announced that she would be leaving now. So, hajia mama called lawali to take her home, since she told her earlier that we came here with a taxi.

"Please take care of yourself, i will try and fix everything" Yasmeen whispered over my shoulder. I nodded as my lips braced a desolated smile.

Once i got back into the house, i broke into tears once again. "Subhanallah lafiya? Whats wrong? Tell me" Hajia mama asked, clearly panicking.

"Its not fair" I shook my head as more and more tears flowed down freely.

"Whats not fair? Was it the fight? You're worrying me tell me"

"Its al amin" I uttered.

"What about him? Did he do something to you?" She questioned, examining me.

"Wallahi i don't want to marry him anymore" I proclaimed "Please call baba and tell him, they should call off the wedding"

Salam guys,
How are you all and your families? I hope everything is peachy.

Well *Clears throat* you guys are angry with me, no? Please don't hate on poor Al amin, he has a reason for acting like a psychopath. Next chapter will be his point of view! And that will be in a few days in shaa Allah. Put your hearts inside cold water😁😁

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