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Yasmeen is famous for doing things without giving it much thoughts.

Perhaps, it comes with having read so many books that she tends to think real life is like that. Or maybe, it's lack of interaction with a lot of people that makes her act such way but whatever it is...she doesn't care one bit. What matters is, when she sets her mind to doing something, she doesn't back down from it.

Amina knew Yasmeen was up to something, probably another of her crazy ideas that she wouldn't listen to anyone. But still, she tried to talk her out of it.

It did not work.

And she was right, because Yasmeen played the ultimate card.

"I'm sorry. Who did you say you are again?"

Yasmeen blinked, looking up to meet the older woman's eyes. Her lips then stretched into a warm, small smile that one would pass for innocent and sweet-though her mind is nowhere near that. Her head then tilted downwards, feigning the shy gesture. "I'm Asad's girlfriend, Yasmeen"

Ama's eyes widened, mouth hung open for such a long time that an insect could fly in.

Yes, Yasmeen went to Asad's house because in her defense, there's no way he would ruin her wedding and then get married. A happy marriage? Oh please, she won't let that happen. Not after hers got ruined because of him.

This could either work, or be an epic fail. Nonetheless, she is taking the risk!

It was a little after noon on Wednesday, a day after Amina has told her all about Asad when she decided to go to his house and all hell shall break loose. Amina's information has so far been accurate, because she gave her the exact location of his house and it turns out to be correct.

Leaving the house wasn't much of a hassle, especially since her mother is still in her room and the only person that could keep an eye on her is Nusaiba. But well, Nusaiba is another person with a few loose screws like Yasmeen.

In simple words, she's an advocate for violence. In her words, "We don't want peace, we went violence because, it is the way of life"

Yasmeen couldn't leave the house without telling her for safety sakes, and her response was not what the latter anticipated.

"Where are you going again?" Nusaiba asked, when Yasmeen popped up in her room all dressed up. It is so unlike Yasmeen, because it seems she put effort into dressing up that day.

The Yasmeen everyone knows would rather avoid anything that will involve dressing up. Even with her wedding issue in those past few weeks, she hated anything that will make her doll up.

But there she is, looking like someone fit for a photoshoot or wedding reception. Who knew Yasmeen could rock the traditional look like a new bride? And especially not with that glowing skin...beauty at its finest. That's probably the only thing Yasmeen liked about her wedding. No, not going through the struggle of getting a glowing skin, but the result.

Yasmeen swallowed thickly, fiddling with her fingers as she looked up through her lashes and offered her sister a small, seemingly innocent smile. "Adda na, you know you're the best right? Your excellency, my sister. There's no one else like you. Absolutely no one. After you--"

"Cut the hype and just tell me, me kikeso?" Nusaiba folded her arms over her torso, giving her younger sister her full attention. Knowing the girl, she wants something and by the looks of it, she wants to go out too. "You still want to go out in this situation? Yasmeen meyasa ba kya ji ne? It's only been a few days and you want to get yourself in more trouble?"

Yasmeen flicked her eyes close, blowing out a small breath. She knew this wouldn't be easy. And although she's aware Nusaiba only has her best interest in heart, she couldn't help but wish the opposite-just for that moment.

When she opened her eyes again and met the older sister's eyes, she covered the distance between them and took the space beside her on the sofa. "Adda, just hear me out. Okay?" And then she went on to tell her the full story.

By the time she was done, Nusaiba was sporting look tenfold hers. "Oh, kwadon can wai aure zaiyi? After making you go through all that?" She questioned, referring to Asad before she scoffed.

People see Yasmeen as the quiet, but dramatic one however, Nusaiba is the true drama queen. She probably has a degree in it.

Yasmeen pressed her lips together, before nodding. It seems like her sister is on her side in this. So, if she has to play the victim card to get what she wants, then so be it.

"Chabdijam!" Nusaiba exclaimed, clapping her hands together as she turned to face her sister fully. "Bai isa ba! Let me carry my hijab muje gidan su yanxu yanxunnan--"

"Adda...adda!" That was when Yasmeen caught her overdramatic sister from ruining her plans. When Nusaiba blinked, and met her eyes again-she continued. "I already have a plan. That's why I need to leave now please"

This time around, Nusaiba didn't protest as she is already onboard with whatever plan Yasmeen has with no questions asked. "That's why I'm going to accompany you. Ina zakije? You'll need backup for violence...always"

Running her thumb over her knuckles, Yasmeen blew out a small breath before explaining her plan on her sister, and why she needs to do it alone.

"But wait, what if his family treats you somehow? What if they are like Rafael's family? Let me tag along, duk wanda yamana hege in gyara mai zama aradu" It's honestly times like this that makes Yasmeen wonder whether Nusaiba used to be part of a gang or something.

The way she talks sometimes, it's the exact same way you'll tag those called 'yen daba'.

"None of that will happen in shaa Allah" Yasmeen has a feeling it won't be like that, and although that feeling is based on a hunch, she'll trust her instincts.

Nusaiba still didn't look convinced.

"-besides, you need to stay and take care of Mama, we can't leave her alone" Yasmeen added, knowing that will do the trick.

And it did. Because Nusaiba sighed, her shoulders slumping. "Okay" She caved in, before she went on to rant. "If there's a problem though, call me. If you meet him there and he tries to send you away, wallahi ki sa ihu. Or if he tries to reject you in front of his parents, cry. They'll pity you as the child their son hurt" Perhaps, Nusaiba isn't the best person to give Yasmeen advice but that doesn't mean she won't.

Yasmeen simply nodded, and offered her sister a smile. She wasn't sure if that will be necessary, but she will keep it in the back of her mind in case of cases. "In shaa Allah, I won't forget" She then checked the time on her wrist watch, before pushing herself on her feet. "I have to go now. I'm not sure how long this will take, but I will be back before sunset in shaa Allah"

"Okay, stay safe" Nusaiba offered her a small wave. Just as Yasmeen reached the door, and was about to leave, she called her again. "Remember, violence is the way of life!"

Safe to say, Yasmeen didn't expect her sister to agree that easily and even support this crazy idea of hers. However, the man did tell her she's crazy before and well, she wants to show him the extent of that craziness.

She followed the direction Amina gave her, and with the heavy traffic in Kano and the struggle of heading to a place she had never been to before, it took her about thirty to forty minutes to reach the house. She parked at a safe distance when she spotted the house, and then thought of how to get in.

Considering what Amina told her about the man's father, Yasmeen expected the house to be heavily guarded or something. But, she couldn't really spot anyone outside.

Is it the right house? She could always head there and check, but she doesn't want to risk the chance of having soldiers make her frog jump. No, thank you. After all that struggle she went through, she'd like to believe she has suffered enough in his hands.

For a moment, she honestly thought of turning around and driving off and going back home to forget whatever crazy idea she has in mind. Then, she remembers what she's going at home and the reason she's doing all this.

So, putting on her big girl skirt, she revved the car back to life and close the distance from where she is to the house. She honked, and not even a minute later, the gate was opened and a man stepped out.

She held her breath, and examined him quietly to see any hint that will show he is a soldier. However, he wasn't dressed like one and he doesn't have that gait that soldiers have. She couldn't be sure though.

When he came to stand by the door, she lowered the window and offered him a small smile. "Assalamu aliakum"

"Wa alaikissalam" The man replied gruffly, his eyes never leaving hers. There's this way he was eying her that made Yasmeen want to sink in that seat and disappear. However, she didn't.

"Sannu da aiki"

"Yawwa, sannu"

"Uhm...wajen Hajiya nazo" Wait, is that what they call her? Yasmeen wondered after blurting the statement out. She then went on to wonder, what if there's more than one wife in the house? How is she supposed to know which one is Asad's mother?

But then again, Amina didn't say anything about him having a step mother or half siblings. So, maybe there's none?

"Is she aware of your presence?" He questioned, snapping her out of her trance. "Tasan da zuwanki?" He added, this time in Hausa.

For a second, she thought of lying and saying yes. But, she decided against it and shook her head. "No...." She could see it the minute she uttered the word that he would send her away. "...but I really need to talk to her"

"Ma'am, please leave. I can't let you in."

"Please just...just tell her that there's a woman who wants to see her. Dan Allah, just tell her that. If she doesn't agree, then I will leave. I promise." Would she really leave? Yes. But, she will come back later with another plan in case this one fails.

The man folded his lips in, then blew out a harsh breath. "Miss--"

"Please" At that moment, she knows begging him is her only option. It might not work, but it won't hurt to try. "Dan Allah, just ask her"

Narrowing his eyes at her slightly, he was silent for a while. He then shook his head slightly. "What's your name?" He questioned, not so nicely.

Yasmeen pushed past the hostility. "Yasmeen Khalid" She doubts the woman know her, and for all she knows, she will be sent her away. "I'm a friend of Asad's" She added, hoping that will at least.

At the mention of Asad, the man's eyes narrowed even more and then he gave her a onceover, almost as if to gauge whether she's worthy of being a so called friend or whatever. But even then, why would a friend of his come to his house? Shouldn't she call him and he'll let her in?

The man didn't voice out his questions. He simply turned around and walked back in, leaving Yasmeen there.

She doesn't know how long she waited in that exact position, but she could only hope she will be allowed in. Whatever miracle will happen; she's hoping for that because it's her only choice at the moment.

A little while later, the man returned and pushed the gate open completely. For a second, Yasmeen wondered someone is driving out. However, judging from the look the man gave her, she could only guess she's the one he opened the gate for.

She then released a sigh of relief, biting her lower lip to stop a grin from taking over her features. With a simple nod, she drove into the imposing Gidado Residence. Honestly, if she didn't have something else in mind, she would've stopped to appreciate the beauty of the manse. She didn't though, since her focus isn't there.

Having found a space to park, she stepped out of the car and was a bit stunned to see the man from earlier standing a few steps away-seemingly waiting for her. Eyes slightly dilated, her brows drew in.

He saw the expression masking her features, and he understood what it meant. So, he explained. "This way please" He went on to lead her in, keeping a steady pace for she wouldn't be left alone.

Yasmeen followed him quietly, her fingers curling around her phone as she blew out steady breaths-trying to calm her racing heart. Her feet were suddenly cold, and her stomach is in knots. She wasn't this nervous earlier.

Now though...she is seriously starting to think of her way out of everything-to run.

She didn't though. Instead, she forced herself to follow him into the house and then to the living room, and then he told her that Asad's mother will be there soon. Before she could thank him, he had already turned around and left-leaving her there with slightly parted lips.

She smacked them together, and then began to tap her foot on the carpet repeatedly. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize when a woman-seemingly no older than her, walked in with a salver of refreshments before placing it on the coffee table beside her.

Having realized the woman's presence, Yasmeen looked up and offered her a warm smile. "Nagode" She doubts she can stomach anything at the moment, and her mind truly isn't there but appreciates the gesture.

The woman didn't reply, but she did offer her a smile back before disappearing into wherever she came from.

Yasmeen was left alone for about a minute more, before she heard footsteps approaching, making her stomach clench again and her feet to become cold. Swallowing thickly, she looked up just in time to the older woman walk in with a salaam.

Yasmeen doesn't need anyone to tell her...this must be Asad's mother. They don't really look alike, or maybe, it's because she never bothered to look at him fully, but from the way this woman is dressed and carried herself, she's the woman of the house.

Yasmeen got on her feet, not knowing how to act now that she's in the woman's presence. Responding to the salaam, she watched as Ama took the sofa opposite her, a warm smile masking her features.

Crouching low, Yasmeen's head hung low. "Ina wuni?" Is that the right thing to say? She honestly doesn't know and couldn't really care. She has already blurted it out, there's no going back.

Ama's smile widened slightly, though Yasmeen couldn't see it as her gaze is now on the carpet. "Lafiya qalau. Ya gida?"

"Alhamdullilah"

"Please, take a seat. That position must be uncomfortable." Ama's brows drew in, lips slanted into a frown.

Yasmeen shook her head, settling her derrière on the carpet. "A'a. Haka ma yayi." Even if she isn't in the presence of Asad's mother, and it's any other adult, she can't bring herself to sit on the sofa while they are too. And yes, that's her home training speaking.

"Then eat something please."

Yet again, Yasmeen shook her head. "A'a, nagode. I ate something before coming here, Ma'am."

"Nonsense. Call me Ama." Ama waved it off lightly. "You can't come here and not eat something. Please, try something, kinji?"

Yasmeen truly couldn't stomach anything. However, she simply nodded though she knows she wouldn't try anything.

"I'm sorry. Who did you say you are again?" Ama recognized the name when she was informed earlier, that was why she told them to allow the girl in. She wants to see who this Yasmeen Khalid is.

Yasmeen blinked, looking up to meet the older woman's eyes. Her lips then stretched into a warm, small smile that one would pass for innocent and sweet-though her mind is nowhere near that. Her head then tilted downwards, feigning the shy gesture. "I'm Asad's girlfriend, Yasmeen"

Ama's eyes widened, mouth hung open for such a long time that an insect could fly in. Asad's girlfriend? She wanted to question, because she couldn't believe it. So, it's true? "G-girlfriend?" She managed to voice out, blinking repeatedly.

Yasmeen lips stretched into wide grin, and for a brief second, she nearly laughed out because of how the woman sounds. By the looks of it, this might just end up in her favor.

She stopped herself so she wouldn't seem suspicious though, and nodded instead. "Yes" She confirmed. "The love of his life" She added, though she it felt extremely cringe worthy to say, but to make Asad's life miserable, she would take the risk.

Ama was instantly a coughing mess, and Yasmeen was quick to take the water bottle water that was brought to her. Popping the cap open, she rushed to Ama's side and gave her the water, genuinely hoping she didn't give the woman a heart attack because that isn't her plan.

Ama took the bottle, and took gulps before she calmed down slightly. "Thank you" She wheezed out, keeping the bottle aside.

Yasmeen offered her a small smile, through her brows were still drawn in worry. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to surprise you like that." That's a lie, she wanted to shock his family and him of course.

She didn't mean for his mother to become a coughing mess though. That isn't part of the plan.

Ama shook her head, though her eyes were still a bit blurry. Clearing her throat, she managed to voice out. "No, no, don't worry. I just didn't expect that" She stated honestly, before blowing out a breath.

Yasmeen parted her lips to say something. However, before the words could come out, another voice came interrupting their little chit chat.

"What's going on here?"

She whipped her head up, just in time Ama did to see who the new person there is. Ama's eyes widened slightly, still trying gather her thoughts. "Asad..." She called out, staring at her son whose gaze was on her, before it moved to the girl standing beside her.

His brows drew in, lips curled into a deep frown. "You?!"

Yasmeen's lips slanted upwards, and then she rose her hand to give him a small wave. "Sup, bros..."

~*~

It's official, Yasmeen would kill me first. La haula!😂😂

Asad wallahi ta maida ka Bros a dole. Girl called him bros in front of his mother. Wahalaaaaa🥲😂.

She's taking this role of hers as love of his life seriously like this🤣.

Asad did NOT see this coming at all. Gaskiya you've met your match. Ladies and gentledudes, the award for most dramatic couple of 2022 goes to Yasmeen and Asad...aka Bros and Baby🧑‍✈️🧕❤️.

And Nusaibaaaa...if I tag the real one now she'll finish my entire generation (She made me sit and write this chapter🙄😂)

Drop commentssss for an update tomorrow. Else, I go watch my kdrama and rest abeg. Daman I don tire with this typing like this.

Sha sha, goodnight.

Love, Jannah.