"Miss or Mrs?" Adeelah bit her lower lip at the question. She just received a call and that's what the caller said immediately she picked up. Which one would she answer now? She felt her head pounding as it had been since last night.

"Miss Adeelah Rabi'u." She answered. She couldn't bring her self and admit she's actually married. After all it won't last for more than six months. Remembering she had to stay with Salisu for six months made her headache more terrible.

"Okay your package at the post office is available." There she remembered, she ordered for a fabric for Fatimah. She didn't even tell Fatimah that she was getting it for her. When they were browsing it on her phone, Fatimah liked it but said it was too expensive for her to buy. That prompted Adeelah to buy it for her and present it to her as a wedding gift alongside with other stuff. Talking of wedding, who could have thought she would get married earlier than Fatimah. Kun fa ya kun. Sure it it takes Allah to yes to a matter and so be it.

"I will send someone to collect it right way. Salisu is the name, once he comes." Adeelah ended the call and tasted Salisu's name again on her tongue. It made a lot of difference, just from last week and today, the name felt somehow to her. Just marvelous, her chauffeur was now her husband. She could imagine saying this to the world. How many people would laugh at her especially that they knew she wasn't in good terms with him.

Dropping from her bed, she quickly meandered out of her room and snaked outside, straight to where Salisu resided in their house. She didn't even know how to face him, well, she would try her best so that Malam Labaran wouldn't notice anything.

Standing afar from the room she rang him. The useless man didn't even know how to reply message if not she would've messaged him.

"Come." She said as if she's talking to her child. Salisu didn't say anything till Adeelah got tired and cut the call.

Minutes later, he came out in a Jallabiya.

"I have a package in the post office, I am not feeling so well to follow you there so kindly get yourself in the car and collect the package for me." She ordered.

"Good morning to you too," he looked around and saw that there was no one lurking. He left Malam Labaran snoring in the room.

"Wifey, so you dreamt of me, Allah sarki. I never know you could miss me this much." Adeelah sent him a deadly glare. She didn't know what's wrong it Salisu's brain. Maybe he had something wrong in there.

"I know you heard what I said."

Salisu scratched his head with a laughter. "Oh you talked of post office, right? So from where did you order the used products Dillaliya? Cotonou? China? Jeddah? I am sure they are high quality ones. Once you open the package I will love one thing or more for my fierce wife."

Adeelah humped. She whoosh, she puffed all in anger. This man! Why won't he understand that she hated him now, yeah she had start to soften up just few days ago but now she felt as if everywhere in her heart where he started settling had been blocked. He should get that before she kill him.

"Salisu get back in less than an hour!" With that, she walked away not listening to anything he would say.

Salisu had remained at the spot thinking of how to tame lioness Adeelah. She's too rude and if she were to be with someone in matrimony she would be divorced very early. Well, it's him, Salisu. She would gradually understand that he's not completely a dummy. He could act one, but he wasn't. He would try his best to keep her and he would try as much to show her that if she let him slide away from her grasp, she could hardly get him back. The ball was still in her court, she could roll it however she wanted. She could dabble it. Yeah. Because he allowed her to. If only she knew.

Salisu threw the key in the air and caught it with a smile. He got under the wheel and drove out. Adeelah was just lucky.

It's because it's Adeelah, that's why he would give her limitless time to come around and understand him. She had all the time to treat him however she wanted but once she mess up in the most wrongful way ever, she would see him in a different shade with a different comeback.

That's Salisu. Free sprited Salisu, everyone's Salisu but most important, Adeelah's husband, her chauffeur, her husband.

*****

"El-mustapha I am in love!" Mahmoud sighed dreamily. For the first time ever, Mahmoud Kabo wasn't infatuated. He said love and it amazed El-mustapha to the core of infinity. His closest person was in love.

El-mustapha put the cufflinks he was holding and took a comb to brush his hair. He flipped the hair to one side and saw that it wasn't as fine as he wanted it.

Through the mirror, he looked at Mahmoud sitting on one of the sofas available. El-mustapha just joined Mahmoud in the hotel at Kano, yesterday.

"Interesting. Tell me something." El-mustapha inquired, changing the styles of his silky hair. He caught Mahmoud's hooded eyes looking into his via the mirror.

"Before I do that, tell me yours. You've changed your hair style for how many times now?" Mahmoud inquired.

El-mustapha smiled, his eyes becoming smaller.

"I am going to see my Heer." He said, with no hesitation. He's tired of seeing her from a far and he's afraid that someone may have her before him. It's better he make a move and let her know of his existence.

"Lord! It's gonna rain today bro, what? Finally we're going to see Heer. I just can't believe it actually. The girl's name on your customized watch. Ya rabb!"

"Mahmoud, shut up you're making me shy."

"Maami must hear of this!" Suddenly El-mustapha was frowning.

"If I hear something similar to this somewhere, I am gonna cut off your head. And by the way I am going back to London today immediately I am back."

"Sorry your grace. You love moving from here to there. Is it because you've a private jet? I wish it will be seized for a year and I will see how helpless you will be." Mahmoud wished.

"Wicked fellow!" El-mustapha glared at him.

"I saw a girl at the industry. She's applying for industrial training and man I have been hooked since then. I mean you have to see her but she's mine. I am getting her. The receptionist said her name is A..."

"Wait let me answer this call, your grace." El-mustapha didn't listen to the rest as he answered the call. It was a report from the company. Thirty minutes later, he was fully dressed a light blue kaftan. He paired it with his famous Rolex watch and Louis Vuitton shoe.

"When I am back, you tell me the rest of the story. But since she's your babe to keep, find a slot for her in Abuja."

Mahmoud made a face. "But she left nothing. I gave her our complimentary card though."

"She will call hopefuly." El-mustapha said and went out of the room. He didn't have any car with him so he entered Mahmoud's Mercedes E class and began driving slowly.

He didn't even know what to tell her once he's there. How would she even listen to him? He parked by the corner of their gate and stayed there contemplating on whether to enter or not. Following the latter, he drove back to the hotel with a lot of thoughts in his head. He's not ready to face her now. Maybe later. Maybe when she's in Abuja to train in his industry, he would pay her a visit.

El-mustapha sat in the car for more minutes before he walked out. He didn't answer any of Mahmoud's questions. Mahmoud wasn't disturbed because he knew his cousin so well. He might decide not to talk for the whole day and no one would ever force him to. He just wished all was well. Because from the way El-mustapha looked, his mood was ruined.

Mahmoud decided to go out with his car and wished he would miraculously see the girl. He's never been hooked by a girl. But now he's by a mysterious lady.

Her name, Miss Adeelah.

El-mustapha looked as Mahmoud's shadow faded. He sighed. He never thought love could be so demanding of one's sanity, especially his.

The thing was, he just felt hopeless. For a girl like his Heer, he knew there would be a lot of competition. Thinking of that alone, made him feverish. So he packed his important things, he's going back before Mahmoud comes back.

*****

Hidaya received her lost but found friend at her house. They had been chattering and recollecting memories they shared since secondary school when Ameer came out.

"I am going out. Do you need anything?" He asked and walked to the corridor. He had exchanged greetings with Hidaya's friend earlier.

"If you see, tigernut buy it for me." Ameer nodded and walked out. He's going to see Adeelah because he had been calling her but she wasn't picking.

"Your husband is so sweet Hidaya."

Hidaya swooned her head in pride. "You've no idea Aisha, he's just perfect. You see, he doesn't even like talking to girls at all. So I am the only one he loves." Her friend smiled.

"I wish to get someone like him too."

"You will in sha Allah. And don't worry it takes no effort, he will come soon. You see he's the one that swept the house today, he cooked too. And if I wish when he's back I will demand for a massage." Hidaya told her and it wasn't a lie. Ameer had left Hidaya to her antics. He saw no reason of unnecessarily scolding her whilst she didn't even listen to him. And he hated to see a place untidy.

"Awwwn, that's goals girl!" Aisha clapped surprisingly.

"I know right. He's a neat freak that's why he sweeps and cleans the house. See I am just enjoying." Aisha smirked evilly. She had been looking for an easygoing boyfriend to make him her husband but it's so difficult but here was Hidaya playing with her opportunity.

Well, Ameer would be her target. She would try her best, she would get her charm ready, and collect luck from her Malam. She would try her best first before that. If Ameer prove hard to get, she would then handle him spiritually.

On the outside, she smiled. "You're one lucky one Hidaya. May Allah strengthen your bond."

"Ameen." Hidaya answered.

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I had no intention of updating today but the comments on last chapter were just🔥🔥 I had to type😂. Keep the votes and comments coming, I love them. Share too!

So you see, it's Mahmoud she met at the industry. Now you still think Salisu is El?😂🤔

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