I had control on the driver's seat, but my hands are slipping of the wheel. Now the tables have turned, now I'm up all night, howling at you.

Dedicated to jasraa

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The week was the longest for Amirah, it dragged on slowly and the only thing she had to look forward to was the memorial/celebration party coming up during the weekend. Maybe she'll make new friends and she'll even talk to one or two people about getting a job with her certificate.

Muhammad was out of the question now because after their talk or his talk rather because she'd only nodded her heard wordlessly and then escaped into the safety of her room when he was done, she hadn't seen much of him.
He was always gone before she woke up and he came back late, long after she'd retired in her room but she could hear him as he tried to noiselessly go about his business.

In as much as she hated it all, she was glad, at least he'd given her a breathing space. She wasn't sure she could give him half of what he wanted and expected so maybe the distance was what they both needed.
She was yet to think of what she'll tell him after thinking of their relationship she didn't want to think, she just wanted to enjoy the silence even though it was a little lonely.

Amirah could hardly believe it's just been two months since they got married and they were already thinking of divorce. Hajiya would faint if she were to hear about this.

What would her friends think of her?

Amirah sighed as she prepared dinner, at least he still ate the food she left on the table albeit little of it. When she heard the gate open, she stared out the window, and sure enough Muhammad had opened the gate before getting back into his car and driving in.

He was really early today, she noted.

"Assalamu alaykum." She heard him greet from the sitting room.

"Wa'alaykum salam." Amirah replied before focusing on the yam on the stove. When she was done, she came into the sitting room to find it empty.

She went towards Muhammad's room and knocked on it.

"Come in."

She took in a deep breath to steady herself before opening the door and stepping into the room.
Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, his lower body was wrapped in a towel but his chest was bare showing ripped muscles, water dripped from his chest indicating he just finished showering.

She swallowed, he looked really good.

"What's it you wanted?" His voice was innocent enough, he probably hadn't noticed the effect his half naked body had on her.

"Uhmm..." She cleared her throat, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to eat now."

"Okay, thanks. I'll be out shortly."

A polite dismissal, wow! She went out of his room and began setting table, she wondered if she should set the dinner for two or eat hers alone in front of the TV the way she's been doing this past few days.

She decided to just arrange the dinner on the table for the both of them.
While they ate, Amirah couldn't help but notice how Muhammad kept texting on his phone and the smile that was on his face, lightening up his whole expression.

She gave him a questioning look when he bursted into laughter at something on his phone.

"Sorry, sorry." He said his eyes still on his phone's screen as he waved his hands at her, he was still chuckling, after effect of a full blown laughter.

She wondered what or who was so funny. He ate little of his food, most of his attention on his phone.

Treat your man right before another girl who treats him like a king snatches him right out of your hands.

Khadijah's warning rang in her ear. She was being unreasonable but she couldn't help the jealousy she felt at the thought of Muhammad with some other woman.

Suddenly her appetite was lost, she began packing up her plates and he didn't even notice, dropping his fork as he used both hands on his phone, the smile still on his lips.

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When Saturday came, Amirah had dressed up in an ornate maroon gown, she did her make-up in an extra manner and used a bright red lipstick that made her look dangerously beautiful.

She knew she was being ridiculous but Muhammad had to know what he was missing.
Her extra care in her appearance had the desired effect on Muhammad, he'd gone speechless when he saw her and his eyes sweeped over her in appreciation.

"Wow." He finally said and she smirked, gotcha!

He also looked handsome in his dark blue kaftan, the way the sleeve tightened at his arms showing his muscles reminded Amirah of him half naked and she turned away in embarassment.

"We'd be going with Abubakar, he knows where the event is taking place. He'll be here shortly." She nodded and sat down and began watching a soap-opera being aired. She mentally patted herself on the back at the way Muhammad kept turning to look at her and when her eyes met his, he was always quick to turn away.

"Oh you both look like the definition of power couple." Abubakar said as he came in.

"Wa'alaykum salam." Muhammad replied sarcastically, Abubakar chuckled.

"Matar mu. How're you?" He asked her.

"I'm fine and you?"

"Fine, fine, fine."

"We need to get going now, thanks to you being dandy, we're late." Muhammad chided. Abubakar had obviously taken extra care of his appearance, pretty boy Amirah thought with a small smile.

"Haven't you heard? Late entrance is grand entrance." Abubakar defended as they all made their way out.

"Late entrance could also mean no entrance because by then the event is already over." Muhammad locked the main door.

"Don't be a spoilsport bro." Abubakar shouted over his shoulder as he went to unlock the gate.
Amirah sat down in the passenger's seat next to Muhammad as he drove out of the compound before waiting for Abubakar to join them in the backseat.

The men bickered immaturely on their way and Amirah remained silent playing a game on her phone but her ears pricked when she heard.

"Ummul Khair is going to be in attendance."

From the way Muhammad gripped the wheel she guessed he wasn't all too happy. Abubakar guffawed.

"Shut up, idiot!" Muhammad said glancing her way and she quickly focused on the game pretending she hadn't heard anything.

Ummul Khair? Okay!

The hall was bustling with people and a large picture of a man with some congratulatory words written underneath then beside it, a small picture of Mrs Jane. So much for a memorial.

The light was bright and the hall expensively decorated, waiters were moving about with trays and half-filled glasses ontop.

"This is just excessive." Muhammad muttered.

"You don't say." Abubakar said looking around. Mrs Biola came hurrying up to them, she was dressed in a black exquisite dinner gown that screamed expensive.

"Hello, I'm so glad you could make it. Welcome, welcome."

"Thank you for inviting us." Muhammad replied politely, Amirah simply smiled at her and Abubakar busied himself looking around as if searching for something or someone.

"There's a buffet table set up there." She pointed towards it, "and you can tell the waiters, we are also serving non-alcoholic drinks."

"Thank you." Muhammad said with a breath-taking smile, Mrs Biola flushed before hurrying away, Amirah's brow twitched in amusement.

"And they said this is just a promotion celebration? They must have been looking for a reason to throw a party."

"Using a dead woman as an excuse to invite more people." Amirah muttered under her breath.

"Can I get a glass of non alcoholic wine please?" Muhammad said stopping a waiter.

"What would you like?" Muhammad asked her.

"A glass of coke." She replied, the waiter nodded and walked away.

"See love, they both forgot about me." Abubakar said eyeing them both.

"Oga order your own drink your own self."

"No be your fault- it's not your fault."

The event was in full swing twenty minutes late, Dr Adeboye Jonathan gave a short speech about being grateful to be alive and thanked the families of Mrs Jane for being in attendance, he also thanked God for the promotion but when it was his wife's turn, one would've thought she was the one promoted.

She drawled for a good forty minutes about everything she could think of, boring most people in attendance and never once did she mention Mrs Jane.
When she was finaly done she urged everyone to enjoy themselves before finally exiting the stage much to the relief of everyone.

Abubakar sat with them talking about medical stuff with Muhammad and Amirah quietly ate her chocolate cake.

"Enjoying the party are we?" A voice laced with amusement asked. Amirah looked up to see a dark skinned, slim lady. She was beautiful, dressed in a blue flowing gown, her make-up was minimal, enhancing her beautiful face, her eyes were large and humour-filled, the kohl in them causing a glow.

"Ummul Khair. Fancy seeing you here" Abubakar said smirking at her.

So this was the girl that had elicited such reaction from Muhammad, Amirah thought, hating that the lady made her feel self conscious.

"Fancy seeing you here too even though we were both invited." She rolled her eyes at him then turned to Amirah with a charming smile.

"You must be Muhammad's wife, you're even more beautiful than I thought."

Amirah groaned, does she have to be nice? Now she'd made it hard hating her.

Forcing a smile on, she replied, "Thank you. Nice to meet you"

"Doctor Muhammad, are you enjoying the party?" Ummul Khair asked and Amirah noticed the taunt in her voice, her head snapped to Muhammad who was grimacing.

"Uhmm yes, it is... uhmm, it is large."

Amirah almost spat her drink. Large? Was that all he could come up with? Who was this woman and why was she affecting him so much? Was he having an affair with her? Was he scared she might figure out? So many questions swirled through her mind as she stared from Muhammad who looked frustrated and to Ummul Khair, who looked utterly amused and then finally to Abubakar who was smirking like he understood what was going on.

Matar mu indeed.

"Excuse me." They all turned towards her as she rose from her seat taking her purse alongside.

"Amirah..." Muhammad started but she shut him off with a dismissal wave of her hand.

"I just need some air."

She headed outside, her head fuzzy. This was incredulous! She shouldn't be feeling like this. Muhammad was free to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted after all she'd pushed him away.
And besides, he'd just proven she'd made the right decision, it's just been two months since their marriage and he was already done with her and her issues and was already cozying up with a beautiful woman who was bold enough to...

"Hello there the woman who's utterly careless with her purse." Amirah blinked to gain her bearing, she'd been so lost in thought. She looked up to see the handsome man from the plane, he stared at her with a small smile.

"I guess proper introductions are in order, I'm AbdulRahman and you?"

A/N;

Aaaah finally. I'm glad to finally start this AbdulRahman saga. Enough of the boring stuffs😒

What do you think Ummul Khair is upto? Amirah is now jealous concerning Muhammad? kikiki tables have indeed turned.

Tables have turned by Ralph was on repeat as I wrote this chapter😁😁 I couldn't help it.

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