Hi, salam. I feel awful to update without replying the previous comments🙈🙈🙈 i have been trying to, but it refused now I get where the problem is. My wattpad wants me to update it and I refuse because I don't like the new version. Who's with me? Hello?
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It's a twin update... No make that, triple. Enjoy!😂

Unedited, they come.

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'Giving out a portion of your kindness won't cost you a thing. Instead, it will make your soul explore wider and become kind in many and more ways.'

′When people treat you bad, don't pay them back in the same manner. Instead, show them how large and beautiful your heart is-how kind you're. Because it takes only a beautiful heart to forgive, forget and smile.′

Adeelah marked Ameer's words from day before yesterday's show. She maintained her anger and left Salisu to his worst when she entered the car. She didn't say anything rather than telling him to stop at Well care shopping mall because she wanted to buy something.

"Should I come in, Dillaliya?" He asked when they parked by the entrance. Adeelah kept mum and pinned him with her eyes, her sight focus was a thousand meters away from him whilst her eyeballs were on him. She wasn't looking at him; she had his image reflecting in her eyes but the focus hasn't been interpreted.

Salisu gulped and went back inside the car to wait for her. Adeelah smiled. She understood that sometimes one have to be silent and let people find the unspoken words buried in their silence.

She first went to the admin block of the mall to greet aunt Duha who was her mother's elder sister and aunt Hareerah, her Oum's immediate younger sister. They were all amongst the owners of Well care because it was a family business. Her Oum when she was alive wasn't among those with the mall. She had houses at the States and some other assets as part of what they inherited from their mother which she also inherited from her father.

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Hidaya arrived at her parent's house late because she stayed behind to cook some delicacy for Ameer. She was happy that she would get to see all her siblings and her Maama. She rushed inside as soon as the cab stopped by the gate.

She had stopped to buy fruits for Maama and wheat bread for Baba because he was diabetic.

Her mother had finished sweeping when she came inside the house. She hugged her mother cheerfully and they went inside.

"Where's everyone?" Hidaya asked. She looked at her mother, who was fully attired in a wrapper and knee length lace dress. Her head was covered with matching scarf, her long shiny hair dangled out to her shoulder. She's a dark woman with a lot of piercings on her ear which was done to her when she was born as part of culture and heritage.

She had a piercing on her nose which was always adorned with a beautiful nose ring.

"Baba took them out to that woman's house. What do we have here?" She asked as she checked the nylons Hidaya came in with, earlier on. By that woman, she meeant her co wife.

Maama hissed. "Haba Hidaya, what will I do with lemons and Banana? I am expecting chicken and canned juice. What's this? Is this what he is feeding you? You see, I asked you to marry my nephew but you refused and married Wannan dan jaridar that journalist. Dan Allah ji fa. Look please. God forbids. Allah wadaran naka ya lalace! Tuff. Tuff." Her mother ranted pushing away the nylon from her sight.

That's not what she wanted. She had beautiful daughters and she wanted to become rich with them since her own husband could never be rich. She had tried all her best to see that she married Hidaya off to a rich man but her father stood by her side.

When she visited her malam, he told her that she herself, was the bad luck and that's why Hidaya's father refused to be rich. She got angry and from that day she said she won't visit him again since he's vehemently against her.

"Maama he gave me five thousand naira to give you." Hidaya removed the notes from her bag and gave Maama. Maama collected and squinted.

"Last time Wada came, he gave me ten thousand naira Hidaya. Ten thousand. And he brought a lot of foodstuff to this house."

Hidaya didn't know what to do. Her sister's husband was richer than hers and was no match of comparison with her husband. In her own point, Ameer had tried by giving her five thousand naira at once without a plan. But Maama was brainwashing her slowly.

"Anyway, angode." Maama said and thrusted the money under her pillow.

"Umm let me take it away from here before this cursed child, Habibu comes in." Maama added, removing the money from there.

"Maama stop calling him with such names. Pray for him." Hidaya lamented not happy with the way her mother insulted her brother.

"Hmm, even if I pray Habibu will never change. It's just a waste of time." She left the room.

Hidaya buried her head in between her palms. Habibu was the eldest among them five. After him was Yaya Bahijja, then Yaya Farida then Hidaya and lastly Fa'izah.

He dropped out from school in his third year because he was caught malpracticing. Since then, he started taking drugs and mingling with had guys. Some days he didn't spend his nights at home. Baaba had cried and begged Yaya Habibu to be responsible. Then, Yaya Habibu stopped going out and started being like a good guy.

When he proposed to his girlfriend, Adawiyya, her parent rejected him stating the fact that he wasn't responsible thus he went back to his old lifestyle. Since then Maama had been giving him the devil-may-care attitude and she had nothing to say than to curse him everyday especially when someone said Habibu had done something to them.

Hidaya wished Maama would pray for him instead perhaps Allah in His infinite mercy may guide him.

"Maama please forgive me for what I will say but what you're asking from me is too much. Ameer doesn't like it when I ask of money anyhow." Hidaya came out of the room and met Maama washing her scrafs.

"Let me help you." She offered but was pushed aside.

"That's how you will die in black poverty. And die with nothing. I'm showing you the way and you're proving to be blind. It's okay." Maama fringed at Hidaya.

Hidaya didn't like Maama's anger. She feared the anger of her mother more than anything else.

"Okay Maama I will do as you said."

"Even if he divorces you, many men await you, you're so beautiful." Hidaya didn't say anything. She hopped back to the room with a heavy heart.

Maama entered later.

They had a lot of deep conversations and many mindsets were flipped over with fresh ones.

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Adeelah had Ameer's number but she didn't talk to him except he did. She just liked to listen to him on the radio. When something he said made a lot of sense to her, she jotted it down so that she won't forget.

She respected the fact that he was married hence she didn't use to chat him up. Plus she had nothing to do with him. All she liked was his voice and what he said. Yes, she knew his face, there wasn't anything special about him. And she didn't feel any sort of attraction for him except she's listening to him.

That wasn't love, she's sure. She was amidst of thought when Fatimah's message came in. She read it fast, dialled Fatimah's digits straightaway.

"Fatimah what do you mean?" Adeelah mouthed to the phone. She sat down from her laying position. She didn't understand Fatimah at all. How could someone land themselves in trouble?

"Adeelah I know Baffa sosai. He mean his words all the time, wallahi if this engagement gets dissolved he will divorce my mother and it would be the last string. Remember my mother is an orphan, she has no where to go." Adeelah imagined herself in the situation. She could do more for her Oum too if she were alive but then she would hesitate first.

Adeelah breathed in and out. She stretched her legs and curled them up all trying to make up some soothing words for Fatimah. Fatimah was really in a dilemma, a difficult one at that matter, not an ordinary one.

"So Fatimah what's your take on everything? I'm so tongueless." Adeelah gave up. She placed her phone in place with her raised shoulder and massaged her fingers.

"I have given up on the battle Adeelah. I am going for the marriage to keep my family intact. Put me in your prayers." Fatimah lost her voice to a sudden shrill of cry that had been bottled up within her since she called Adeelah. She ended the call immediately and switched off her phone.

Adeelah called her, it didn't went through. It made Adeelah edgy and she felt like she wanted to talk to someone. Someone real close to her not some stranger she met outside or a man like her brothers or father. She wanted to talk to a woman that would understand Fatimah's pain and come up with a solution.

Was Haneey sensible enough? Adeelah doubt that the only thing cocooned in Haney's brain was fake British accent and makeup. She couldn't judge though, she would give Haneey a trial and see if she would say something worth listening to.

Adeelah draped a large veil over her pyjama to avoid Hafsatu's rude comment. The last time she walked out of her room in her pyjama, hair tied in a pony tail, Hafsatu blared off her ears. She said if Adeelah wanted to be walking in those she should get married and get her own house to walk howsoever she liked. But this was Hafsatu's matrimonial home and Adeelah's not allowed to walk anyhow.

"It kills your pride to see I have a good body shape aunt, that's why you're bitter. And what? I won't walk around with pyjama again not because you said all that but evil eye is real." Adeelah had said, when Hafsatu wanted to reply, Abba appeared in the room. That's how Hafsatu bitterly swallowed her words.

The next time they collided, she didn't talk to Adeelah because she was scared of how hurtful and rude Adeelah's words were. She saved her heart from bearing the pain it undergoes whence Adeelah talked back at her. The girl was too rude and when she talked about it, Abba said his girl wasn't rude. His girl was just loud and she loved to speak out her mind.

Adeelah smeared a balm on her lips which were always dry. She wondered what she would use to hydrate them often. Sometimes she won't feel when they dried up, she would just absentmindedly feel the taste of blood on the tip of her tongue telling her, her lips were chapped.

She smiled at the mirror and sprinted out to Haneey's room.

Adeelah softly knocked at the door and waited for Haneey to open it. She wasn't surprised when she saw Haneey's mother, Hafsatu stead.

"Aunt..." She grinned revealing her teeth.

"What do you want?" Hafsatu asked with suspicion.

"I came to see Haneey."

"She's busy." She dismissed Adeelah.

Adeelah gave her, her signature shrug. "If you say so." She turned on her flipflop and cornered to Asama'us' room. Asama'u was their house help who sometimes spend the night with them. Some days she goes back home.

She was an elderly woman who seemed to have experienced life in different shades and angles. Adeelah had never talked to her other than normal greeting. She didn't have anything to share with the woman unlike Haneey who was always in chatter with her. Adeelah wondered what they were talking about.

Standing, she contemplated on reaching out for Asama'us' advice or otherwise.

She chose the former and knocked. Asama'u came out with a surprised look.

"Adeelah ce? Is it Adeelah?" She asked to confirm.

"Nope it's Haneey." Adeelah replied with a loud smile. Asama'u smiled too and let Adeelah in.

The room was tidy, opposing Adeelah's thought.

"I have got an assignment. How did people of your time coped with forced marriage and does it work well?" Adeelah went straight to the point.

"Well, not all are successful. Not all love marriages are too, the way the marriage is done doesn't matters mostly." She said.

"What do you mean?" Adeelah sat properly ready to wrap everything around her head.

Asama'u tied the straps of her wrapper and looked at Adeelah.

"Sometimes it's all lovey dovey before the marriage and once the marriage is tied, it crumbles. Not everyone knows how to love. I have a story to tell you in that case."

Adeelah laughed. "Of course everyone knows how to love. You're just saying."

Asama'u giggled.

"Okay There's this my friend Rabi. Everyone in the village knows Rabi and her fiancé Adamu. They're so in love but after a year of their marriage, they separated. I asked her what happened, she said she couldn't cope because that's not what she expected in Adamu's house and that Adamu was nothing close to perfect so also, he's not romantic as he was before their marriage." Adeelah became bored of what Asama'u was saying. She was deviating away from the question given to her.

"Does this matter? I mean the story, I asked you about something and you're rambling something else. Is this the reason why villagers look and act dumb all the time? Because they give you the opposite answer of what you ask them?" Asama'u wasn't irritated with all that Adeelah said. She had listened to most of Adeelah's conversation with most of the house members and that's how she talked. They liked to say she's loud but the real word was she was rude. Asamau wouldn't dare say it. She won't risk her job for that. But the truth was Adeelah had a straight mouth that runs without a stop

No filter.

"Guess that's it." She replied. "I am just trying to make a point but since you're not interested, back to your question. Gaskiya everyone have their own approach but mostly we agree to our parents' choice in hope that the marriage will work out due to the obedience given to them." Adeelah didn't like the answer. She wanted a solution for Fatimah. She's not looking forward to hearing most of this answers from people.

She stood up with a grin.

"Thank you." And she left the room to hers. She bounced on the bed, throwing her veil across the edge of the bed. She saw her phone ringing but she decided she wasn't in the mood to answer a call. She let the call rang off before she checked who was it.

It was him, Ameer. She didn't feel like talking to him at all.

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