27. HABIBI GUY HAS A NAME
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Chapter 27: Habibi Guy Has A Name
Ammar's POV
I think I heard that wrong. Who is this guy that is standing in our house, asking for my wife and calling himself her 'habibi' and what the hell is 'masoyi'?
He was grinning so wide that I felt like ripping his face into two.
How dare he?
Ahmad that was standing by him too looked surprised, but not in the same manner as me. He looked shocked but in a interesting way. He thinks this is funny?
"Excuse me?" I asked still not believing my ears.
"Please just tell Hafsat Habibty that her habibi is here. I've missed my masoyiyaty so much" he squeaked.
I composed myself with a poker face. I'm really curious and dying to know what is actually going on so I went to call her. This un-named guy is suddenly my wife's Habibi and wants me, her husband, to call her and meet him so that they can what? Rekindle their long lost love?
How interesting. ..
The guy looks familiar like I've seen him before but I'm not sure.
One thing I am sure of is that he definitely isn't normal.
She was in the terrace sipping from a mug that says 'I miss you'.
Just perfect because he came just at the time she misses him the most.
It looked like she was in deep thought because she didn't notice me so I made my presence known by clearing my throat and calling her name so she turned her attention to me.
"You're back early I see. Everything alright?" I asked her as she came into the room.
"Did you have a nice time with your sisters?" She asked instead of answering my question.
"Yeah I did. You didn't answer my question. "
"I had a headache and there were alot of House officers but nothing much to do so they let me go" she answered then walked passed me and kept the mug on the coffee table.
"Okay. Hope its not serious. How's the headache now?"
I moved and sat on the bed. She sat on the chair before answering me.
"Much better Alhamdulillah." She said and I nodded.
"Uhmm.... there is someone. .-" I hesitated.
"Ehn?"
"You have a visitor"
"Who? This night? I'm not expecting anyone." She replied wearily as she leaned on the table to rest her chin.
"He said his name was uhm .. habiby or som -"
"Habibi?" She jumped from her chair with a smile.
What the hell?
"Habibi is here ..... like he's in Nigeria?" She asked with so much enthusiasm that I couldn't handle.
I looked at her confused.
"Habibi you mean masoyi .. right? And he's here in this house? Oh my lord" she asked and I nodded like a fool.
She shrilled and ran off.
"Ouch.. ouch ..ouch"
I heard her flinch in pain as she hit her leg on the door frame but didn't stop. I followed her down the stairs. She was limping and wincing in pain but she just wouldn't stop. She almost fell but retained her balance before I could grab her hand and stop her from running.
"Habiby Masoyi" she squealed as soon as she saw him
"Habibty masoyiyaty!" He replied with equal volume.
They are not going to jump on each other and smooch right here right?
They both ran closer to each other then stopped to look at each other with so much happiness evidence in their eyes and ......love?
She gave him a side hug which he reciprocated. She held his hand and dragged him to the parlour. She sat beside him on the three-sitter couch. Ahmad and I found our places to sit as we watched them.
They were both grinning from ear to ear.
Ahmad was watching with excitement.
Can someone please explain now?!
"Surprise habibty. I wanted to surprise you so I came without notice" the habiby guy exclaimed.
Dude not you, her.
"I missed you so much Nurayn. " she said with tear-filled eyes and a smiling face.
Okay just never mind explaining.
And why is she crying.
Dude has a name? Nurayn.
"Haba Hafsat why are you crying? I missed you more." The Nurayn guy said as he wipes the tears that escaped her eyes with his thumbs.
I couldn't take it no more so I cleared my throat to remind them that there are people still here watching and waiting for an explaination for their melodramatic scene.
They turned their attention to me and Hafsat wiped her tears and composed herself.
"Nurayn, this is Ammar my Husband"
"Yeah. I met him already. He has no idea who I am. You should have seen his face when I told him to call you. Priceless I tell you. I should have gotten it on my camera." Nurayn chuckled.
Haha... very funny.
I gave him a half smile.
Wait. Nurayn is his name.
Nurayn her bro-
"Ammar. This is my brother Nurayn." She finally introduced him.
No wonder the punk looked familiar.
Hafsat has told me alot about him and she showed me his pictures a couple of times.
He's a pilot. Nurayn is her foster brother. He was also adopted by her parents before they moved to Saudi. When she was in the orphanage he was the young kid they used to bring with them to see her. Her mother found out she couldn't conceive that's why they started adopting but with Allah's mercy and miracle she gave birth to Ali eventually.
I got all this story when we agreed to be friends.
"And what's with the Habiby masoyi" Ahmad asked chuckling.
Yeah exactly.
"Well, habibi or habibty is something we got used to in Saudi but Masoyi and masoyiyaty is an inside joke. We just find the word funny." Nurayn explained. "And I just purposely used it on Ammar to piss him and his reaction gave me satisfaction."
(Masoyi -means lover/habiby in hausa)
"When did you come to Nigeria? Why didn't you tell me? Last time we talked you were in Thailand. Are you here for good or just visiting? " she threw all the questions in one breath.
"Wow! Slow down lioness, one question at a time."
"Just answer me. If you could come and visit why didn't you come during the wedding? " she pouted and tears filled her eyes once again.
"I'm sorry Hafsa. I told you. They refused to give me a leave." He apologised with so much sincerity.
"Okay Naji. (I've heard)"
"Now. Tell me about your life. The places you've visited. Any girl? "She wiggled her brows.
"I've already done all that. I sent you pictures of every place I've visited. I think the one who needs to be filled in is me. "
Ahmad and I have been quiet spectators till now.
"How's the married life going. Your in-laws? Your husband. Is he treating you like a queen? " Nurayn gave me a pointed look but I kept my poker face.
"Everything is fine Nurayn. They are all really nice to me and they treat me well. I'm basically family." She answered him with a smile.
I decided to let them have their peaceful and less awkward reunion by leaving. Besides it gives me headache watching the dramatic siblings.
"Is that all? What about Ammar? " Nurayn askes her and smirked at me. I ended up with a guilty smile.
Just before she could answer, Zainab walked in with a salam.
"Wallahi Sakina and Safiya are such trouble makers. They are going to make Ammi go crazy today. I managed to escape." She was laughing as she found a place to sit, not noticing the visitor.
As soon as she did, Hafsa introduced them.
"I'm not sure but have we met before?" Nurayn asked Zainab who sat beside Ahmad.
Is he trying to flirt with my sister? In front of her brothers?
"Bad pick up line bro." Zainab shook her head in disapproval.
That is my sis
"No it wasn't a pick up line" he said innocently.
Yeah whatever.
Just then we heard a knock on the door and Ahmad got it.
"Nurayn. Your friend is back" Ahmad announced as he came in with a young man.
"Khalil? " Hafsat exclaimed as she stood up from the couch.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
Here we go again. Another long lost brother? Or maybe cousin this time around. She's not going to jump on him right? Or hold his hand for ten hours like she did with Nurayn?
"Ooooh. Hafsat long time no see. How are you Habibty?"
Another Habibty guy. I give up.
They exchanged pleasantries. Turns out he's not a relative. Apparently he's their childhood friend and Nurayn's best friend and colleague. He's also a pilot but a senior to Nurayn.
He sat down on the couch that was closest to mine and facing Zainab and Ahmad. I noticed he was staring at Zainab.
Children of nowadays really have no shame. They come into your house and ogle at your daughter.
He tilted his head to the right, then to the left. He shook his head like he was unsure of something. Like it was unbelievable.
"Zee?" He finally said. She gave him a confused look.
"It's Zee right? Don't you recognise me? Khalil. " he grinned and pointed to his face.
Suddenly she looked surprised. Eyes wide and mouth opened.
"OMG! Khalily?" She exclaimed and he nodded. She face palmed herself when she noticed all eyes on her waiting for an explanation.
Here we go again.
"Wow. I never thought we would actually meet like this." He mused ignoring us all.
"Ahan.. I knew you looked familiar and you thought I was flirting with you." Nurayn shrilled like he just won the greatest argument ever.
Explanation please.
"Can someone explain please?"
Ahmad said my mind.
Thank you brother.
"I used to see you on Nurayn's snapchat"
"He's my friend on i********:"
"We met on Twitter"
They all said simultaneously.
We all shared a look.
I know a little about Twitter. I know i********: is all about pictures and I know snapchat just too well because all the interns in my department are always using that app and Naseer is practically obsessed with it. He always says that he's sending pictures of 'the moment' to his wife.
Anyways. My sister is connected with a guy through all those apps.
"Okay. We just basically knew each other from social media." Zainab finally said.
"Omg. He's the kh -" Hafsat was about to say something but Zainab quickly interupted her.
"Hafsat how long has it been since you saw your brothers. But you didn't even serve them water. I will go get it." She didn't wait for a reply as she ran off and Hafsat laughed.
Something smells fishy here. Very fishy.
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