18th October 2019
Kaduna.

He stepped out of his room clad in a Sky blue kaftan with a matching Zanna bukhar cap, smelling nice and fresh.

He was holding his car key in one hand whilst the other held his phone to his ear. " I can't make it tonight," he said fixing his cuff links.

"But why amor? I'll even prepare your favorite meal." A female voice said from the other line.

Muhammad let his laughter slip without knowing it. "Mimi, you, prepare my favorite meal? As if. You can't even cook to save your life. Remember the last time you tried to cook, would you be so kind to remind me of what happened?" Muhammad teased locking the door behind him as he walked out of the house.

"Allah sarki Muhammad, but it was not my fault the spaghetti burnt. I just went back to my room to rest because I was so tired then I ended up falling asleep." She groaned making him smile.

He opened his car and slid in. "You see that's your problem all you do is eat, sleep and shop. You should learn to cook under an adult's supervision from now on okay?"

"I don't have to learn to cook. When we get married I would just bring hannatu along with me, you see problem solved. I don't have to suffer." She chuckled.

"That's not possible you know." He rolled his eyes. "I would call you back later. I'm driving." He hung up the phone.

He loves Salma(Mimi) but she has a whole lot of habit he dislikes.
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He was driving, listening to music, and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel when his cell phone rang. He checked the caller, it was 🌍❤️.

Smiling he answered the call. "Salamu Alaikum ya ummi."

"Waalaikum al salam Muhammadu, how are you?" His mother; hajiya Sadiya teased. Muhammad groaned. " kai mummy, when will you stop calling me that? You know I don't like it."

She chuckled. "Toh shikenan. I won't call you Muhammadu again." Muhammad shook his head as he says, "That's what you said the last time too."

"I just enjoy teasing you."
"I love you, mummy."
"I love you more Muhammad. You guys mean the world to me."
"And you mean the world to us. May you live a long life filled with happiness."
"Amin and May Allah bless you. So when will you get here? People have been asking about you."

He checked his watched. "I am almost there."
"Drive safely son."
He smiled feeling the love he has for his mother heighten. "Insha Allah."

Then she hung up the phone. Muhammad has always had a close relationship with his mother. She has always been there for him that's how all mothers are.

As per said by Hajiya sadiya; Mummy Muhammad drove safely to the venue. He gave one of the guards that were standing by the door his Invitation Card and got in. The dinner was strictly on IV.

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Maryam, Siddiqa, Adda Amma, Ya Fatima, and Jannah were seated together talking as they watch the newlywed couple and friends dance on the stage. "Oh my God!! Look at that one over there," Maryam pointed. "The one with the brown attachment."

"Oh yes, the one holding the limited edition Calvin Klein bag," Jannah said as she eyed her warily.

"Yes... wait how did you know it was a limited edition C.K bag. I mean it could be a normal bag that every rich girl has not a limited edition." Maryam asked curiously.

"Girl, do you know how hard I tried to get that bag but failed and I know a really expensive bag when I see one."

How can she spot an expensive bag when she sees one? I mean for all we know it could be a fake bag that she bought from a discount store which happens to look like the limited blah..blah..blah she's talking about. But I won't be surprised if it is a limited edition. Munira only keeps and makes rich friends.

"Guys, stop okay? And yes Maryam we see her. What happened?" Amma asked. "I like her dress style like it is so beautiful yet simple yet sexy."

They all looked at her in what is wrong with this girl's look.

"What?? Can someone please go and take a picture with or of her so I can sew a dress like that." Maryam pleaded taking a sip of her mocktail.

Siddiqa practically rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go and take a picture with or of her."

"Because you how I might react when I get there."
"Right, Crazyyy."

"OMG!!" Siddiqa exclaimed.
"What now? Did you also see a lady with a style that is so crazy yet different yet sexy?" Ya Fatima asked laughing at Maryam and siddiqa.

"Oh no. I saw something more like someone looking like a snack!!"
"What? Who are you talking about?" Maryam asked curiously looking around.

"There.." she pointed. "Muhammad Abduljabbar Muhammad."

Maryam looked at the direction Siddiqa pointed and saw Muhammad looking like a snack. The last time she saw him was about five(5) months ago. Even though they are cousins, they hardly meet because he stays at Abuja where he works Whereas she studies at ABU Zaria.

He was walking towards Mummy smiling. When he reached her table, he greeted his aunts that were seated at the table then Mummy who pulled his into a hug.

Oh, how I love Aunty sadiya's relationship with ya Muhammad. Even when he is not around, they are always talking over the phone.

He sat with Ya Mubarak, Ya Mahmoud, Ya Abdallah, and Ya Khalid, shook all their hand, and began to converse.

"He looks dashing, so dashing. Almost perfect. He just needs a lady as gorgeous as him beside him." Siddiqa added watching him dreamily.

Maryam smacked her side, "Dream on girl, he is taken. Don't you remember his girlfriend? Halima Sambo."

"Halima as in Mimi from your school?" Ya Fatima asked shock evident in her voice.

"Yeah, that rude ass," Maryam said looking back at Muhammad's table. She was about to look away when her eyes met Muhammads'. He smiled at her and looked away.

She looked down at her hand also smiling. "Hey, Maryam, what is wrong with you?" Adda Amma who was beside her asked shaking her a bit. Maryam immediately looked up to find them staring at her. "Oh I am sorry, I was just thinking about something. What did you say, Ya Fatima?" She asks now focusing her attention on them.

Ya Fatima clears her throat as she says, "I said she is bad-mannered."

Maryam just shrugged off the conversation.

"Oh, how I dislike Halima Sambo." Maryam thought.

She is one of those popular wannabes, They went to the same high school. Maryam still wonders how Mimi managed to get Muhammad.

"Hey, babe," Siddiqa whispered breaking Maryam from her chain of thoughts. Maryam looked at her raising her eyebrows. "Did I just see Ya Muhammad smile at you?" She asked wiggling her eyebrows.

"You are crazy."
"Do you remember the time you used to crush on hi..." Maryam slapped her hand on siddiqa's mouth. "You talk too much."

She smiled widely but kept mumm....

Later they were called to the dancing floor as the bride sisters to dance with the couple. Maryam doesn't really know how to dance, so she just swayed slightly whilst Munira, Anisa, Aisha, and the rest danced gorgeously.

Damn!! If only I knew how to dance
Maryam smiled at her thought. "Ya Maryam." Yasmin tapped her on her shoulder. She turned her attention to her as Yasmin pulled her from the dancing floor. "Mama is calling you?"

"Where?" She asked checking her phone only to find two missed calls from Mama. "She is right over there." Yasmin pointed then walked back to the dance floor.

Maryam went over to mama. She greeted the people on the table then looked at mama smiling.

"Mama you called me." She duck her head to Mama's sitting level. Mama pulled out a card from her handbag then handed it over to her. "Aunty Samira is outside, she said she misplaced her card. So I want you...Mama please not me "I want you to take it to her."
Ughhh
Then she looked at the door "or you can ask Mubarak to take it to her tunda naga mazaje sun fiye yawa achan din( since there are a lot of men there)."

Maryam smiled widely. "Ya Mubarak it is."
"Dama sai kiwyan tsiya," Mama said then turned back to her conversation.

Maryam made her way to ya Mubarak's table. "Ina wunin ku.(Good evening)" she greeted smiling. Muhammad's eyes clashed with hers as he returned her greeting.

"Ina gajiya My love." Ya Mahmoud said smiling at her. She looked at him and smiled back. "Maryam, how is school?" ya Khalid asked leaning back in his chair. 

"School is fine Alhamdulillah. How is work and Asmau? Why didn't she come?" Maryam asked leaning on one leg. "She said she has to study for her exams which would take place next week fah, you know how she is."

"Right, our one and only philomath." She smiled turning to look at ya Abdallah. "Ya Abdallah."

"Maryam an ki mu (you refused us)." He said putting his phone away. Maryam just smiled and lowered her head. "How is everything?"

"Everything's fine Alhamdulillah?"
"How is work and Aziza?" She asked.

"Aziza's fine."

Then she looked at ya Mubarak. "Uhmm.. ya Mubarak Mama said I should give you this, that you should take it to Aunty Samira. She is waiting for you outside." Mubarak eyed Maryam then the card. "Why won't you take it to her?"

"Because she said you should take it to her." She said emphasizing the 'you'.

"Maryam," he said narrowing his eyes suspiciously at her. "For all, I know you could be lying because you want to go back to the dance floor and show them your crazy weird dance moves."

"Man, just go." Muhammad chuckled. "You are making the poor girl suffer." He added looking back at Maryam.

"Tell him please," she said placing the card on Mubarak's lap. She looked back at Muhammad, "Thank you."

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Muhammad Abduljabbar Muhammad is the first son of his parents. He is a successful and famous general surgeon.

Alhaji Abduljabbar Muhammad Amin is a politician. He married 2 wives and has 9 children.

His first wife - Hajiya Nafisa Suleiman
Gave birth to 4 children.

Munira Abduljabbar Muhammad- 33 years old
Mahmoud Abduljabbar Muhammad - 25 years old
Anisa Abduljabbar Muhammad- 18 years old
Bilal Abduljabbar Muhammad- 10 years old

Second wife - Hajiya Sadiya Muhsin
Gave birth to five children
Muhammad Abduljabbar Muhammad - 31 years old
Abdallah Abduljabbar Muhammad - 24 years old
Aisha Abduljabbar Muhammad - 21 years old
Muhsin Abduljabbar Muhammad - 12 years old
Ruslan Amin Abduljabbar Muhammad - 4 years old.

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