So I've updated twice today without even waiting for the comments. Nah nah! I trust you all. I know we will comment.

So breaking news!!! Hmm! I'm speechless.

I don't even know what to say

I am confused

So you all want to hear what happened today ba?!

Ehem! Better listen.

So my people, can you believe Abulram called out TAHIR a thing 😢. The thing still Dey pain me😆😆

Team TAHIR!!! Where are you? It's time for world war three. Leggo!!

Enjoy!

"Arrrgh!" Azizah groaned after so many unsuccessful attempts to zip her dress. She angrily pulled the dress over her head throwing it on the floor.

"I'll try this" she said slipping into the atampa gown. She didn't have a hard time zipping the dress but she's having a hard time breathing.

"What happened to my clothes?!" she yelled unzipping the dress. She paused at the sound of her ringing phone and rushed to where it lay on her bed. "Tahir" she muttered reaching out phone the phone.

It's been a month, three weeks and 6 days since they returned from Saudi Arabia and since then, she hasn't set her eyes on him. Her ears have been crying. Pleading to hear his voice but they get disappointed everyday.

"Jay! My clothes aren't fitting me. They are too small " she cried over the phone.

Jay chucked as she could hear the sound of his lollipop being tucked out from his mouth.

"Wow! Someone really needs to start working out" he said in between chuckles.

"Arrrgh!" she groaned. "It's not funny Jay. I can't even breathe in most and it's not as if I've added pounds of fat. I don't really eat "

He chuckled again earning himself a hiss from her. "Who told you eating always is what makes someone fat. You've been at home for over a month now... "

"It's exactly a month,three weeks and 6 days"she cut in.

"Oh! Whatever. So, you've been at home for a over month now and all you do is sleep, wake up, shower, pray, eat, read, talk to Jay and then, hit the bed again. Tell me a reason why you won't be fat"

She stared at her self in the mirror as she listened to him. "You are right Jay. I really need to start working out."

"You see! Told Ya. I've never been wrong. O he's not yet back? " She didn't say a word instead, she shook her head as if he could see her.

"Hello! A lollipop for the thought?" she heard him say.

"He's still not back. I guess the honeymoon isn't over. By the way, it seems he's madly in love with his wife and I'm wondering why he married me."

"I've told you he has no wife Azizah. "

"Oh Jay! Have you forgotten so soon. Remember the reason why I forced my self to stop liking him years back "

"I can still remember Zizi. Just because he added Married on his bio. Oh God! I'm just realizing you married your Instagram crush! "

"Shut up. It was more than that. He was kinda like my first love" she said quietly.

They spent hours talking on how she was always among the first set of people to like his pictures even though, they weren't of him. They were mostly quotes and pictures of animals.

She can vividly remember the only picture of him that was on his page. He was wearing a blue Kaftan with a matching cap. It was more like an off-guard because he was neither looking nor smiling at the camera.

Jay shook his head when he remembered he was the reason for one of their fights. He only called him ugly and Zizi stopped talking to him. It was a miracle that they started talking again after two weeks.

After the call with Jay, she wore a blue top and a black jean which was barely below her knee. She was applying some make up when she remembered the boom. "Oh My God! How did I forget about it? "

She abandoned what she was doing and rushed to get the book. After hours of searching, planted a kiss on it when she finally found it.

She went to the kitchen where she grabbed a glass of milk with a big slice of cake before settling in the parlour to read.

"What do you want for lunch Ma'am? " the cook asked.

"Nothing Mrs Jones. I'm OK" She replied and waited for the woman to leave before opening her book.

YOUR HUSBAND TAHIR AHMAD WAZIRI.

She stared at the picture of him for so long before flipping to the next page.

Hello Bhabhi. There was no way I could meet you in person to talk so I decided to write this and I hope you get to read it someday.

I wish I could write everything I want to say but I've got little time. We're all dressed and about to go and arrange your house and you see, I'll have to go with this because I don't think I'll have any other opportunity so, I'll just write the basics you need to know.

Azizah smiled after reading the first page. Does this happen to all married women? She thought.

TAHIR AHMAD BARKINDO
27
ADAMAWA
FULANI
MECHANICAL ENGINEER
BLACK AND WHITE

HE HATES GIRLS!!!!!!!!

Oppps! I'm sorry I can't continue because I have to go now. But here's something very important you need to know.

TAHIR hates girls. There's definitely a reason behind this but I can't tell you right now. Time 😢. He's definitely going to make you afraid of him but please be strong and don't. Even if you are, don't let him know, I guess that's the only way you could help things.

Oppps! I have to go before mummy comes and seize this book. I wish I could drop my name and phone number but what if it gets into the wrong hands. I had to change my handwriting because I'll be skinned alive but no worries. We'll definitely meet someday won't we?! Sure we would In Sha Allah. Stay strong. 💕💞

#This is not my real handwriting oo 😂

Azizah was lost in her thoughts as she stared at the book trying to process all she read when the door opened. She quickly looked up and get eyes landed on the least person she expected to see.

He gave her a dirty look and walked passed her to his room without even sparing her another glance. She let out a breath she didn't know she was holding when she heard the banging sound of the door to his room.

She sighed and closed her eyes muttering something under her breath when she remembered the kind of clothes she's wearing. She looked down at her self and almost let a scream. No way! He saw her like this! What's he going to think of her?

With the book in her hand, she stood up and ran to her room.

* * * * *

Azizah was reciting the Quran after the Maghrib prayer why she heard soft knocks at the door. "OMG He's here."

She quickly stood up with the pocket Quran in her hand. She opened to door and to her surprise, he wasn't the one.

"Mrs Jonas." she said trying to conceal the disappointment in her face with a fake smile.

"I'm going ma'am." the older women said.

"Going?" Azizah asked.

"Yes ma'am. Master asked me to leave. " she said bitterly.

"Ya Salam!" Azizah said swallowing the lump on her throat. She wished she could do something about about this but, it's so unfortunate there's nothing she can do. She watched with teary eyes as the woman left.

Short chapter huh 😂

Don't mind me jhoor. My fingers are tired.

So tell me, whose handwriting is in that book. I want to know the person behind it. 😂