Married to Prince Khaleefah

Humayra's pov I threw away my school bag on the bed, as I lay on it. My body hurts, all over. I am in my time of the month, and in school, since we were done with our exams, some of my friends, well, almost all my friends, brought some bad stuff. Real bad stuff. Some brought some drugs to get them hyper, and those drugs costs real money. Like there was one, it was just eight pieces of drugs, and the drugs were almost as thin as a finger nail. Guess how much ? 10, 000. What do you expect of them, their fathers were ministers, chairmen and politicians. They wouldn't get punished at all, and that's what I hate in Nigerian Schools. Fortunately, and Unfortunately, our VP . Mr Komolafe, was quite a strict man. He didn't even care, as he gave the whole class several set of punishment, he would have suspended us, if we hadn't finished our exams . Unfortunately, innocent ones like me, were punished for no good reason. I felt my whole body aching, and I felt so weak. " I need a good sleep. " I said, and just removed my clothes, and got into the bathroom, I was too tired to lock the door with a key, but I slammed it lock. After having a long shower, I left the bathroom, with a towel, tied around my body, and one around my hair. I sat on the bed, and wore my underwear, then I sluggishly went to my closet, and brought out my nighties, yeah, my nighties. I dropped it on the bed, and before I could get dressed, I heard a cough. " Aah! " I screamed, holding onto my towel. " Hi, sis. " yaya Ayrah said, taking photos of me. " Delete that ! " I commanded, and she just laughed. " Nope. " she refused, and I felt like strangling her to death. I and yaya Ayrah, hated each other, and it was all her fault. Besides, she is quite spoilt, and that's thanks to my mother, who spoilt her so much. " Delete that, before I do something terrible ! " " Are you threatening me ? " " I am warning you now, and I got no time for your evil schemes. Just delete it, please. " I said, putting pride aside, yaya Ayrah could post it online, and ruin my image. " Oh, you now know please abi ? " she said, and I just rolled my eyes in annoyance, and fear. " Ayrah, just delete that ? " I snapped. " What are you gonna do about it ? nothing. " she said, imitating a comedy. " Oh, I am gonna rip the brain out of you, and adjust your cranium, You, shapeless goose. " I said, and she glared at me, in anger. " Are you mad ! You w***e, you ... Seductress, you ... " she said, and moved closer, and slapped me. "Did you just lay your dirty hands on me.? Your hands that hosted Covid 19. " I said, agitating her, and as she rose her hand to slap me again, I held it, and twisted it 360 degree, and she screeched in pain. Taekwondo Self Defence Lessons, finally paying off. " Ummeee ! " she screamed, and I let go of her hand. " How dare you ! " she said, close to me. " You know, you are quite short for twenty five years. " I said, glaring at her, really, my sister was quite short. " What is it now ? " " Cat got your tongue? . now, delete the image, and none of us regret anything. Okay, if any terrible thing happens to you, I would not even regret it. So ? Before you regret anything. " I said, getting into my PJs. " Never. I will never delete this image. You... Why are you always treating me like this ? I always loved you, but you have never for once treated me as a sister. " she was crying this time, and I was like ?????. " Why are you crying? Weirdo. " I told her, and I heard a clap. Ummi ! That was why she faked. " Okay, this is how you treat your elder sister, my daughter , abi ? " she said, folding her arms. " Um..um.. Ummi ! " Ayrah said, hugging mom, as she patted her daughter's back. " Mom, are you gonna fall for this act for goodness sake ? " " ENOUGH ! FOLLOW ME TO YOUR FATHER'S ROOM. " She yelled, and I flinched in fear. I went to Abbi's room, confident that he'd believe me. " What's going here ? " He asked, his brown eyes analysing the situation. " Abbi, good .. after noon. " I said, as I hugged him, crying. My Abbi's embrace was so calm, and peaceful. " mamana , tell me what happened ! " He ordered at once. My name is Nafisah Ibrahim. Nafisah was my Kaka's name. Abbi named me after his Ummi, since he loved me so much. He named me Humayra, so I wouldn't be called with his mom's name. Even still, he never calls me Humayra, just mamana. He hasn't even called me Nafisah before, and I never want him to, that day would be very bad. " Who made mamana cry ? " He asked sternly. " You pamper this girl just too much. "Ummi said, and I rolled my eyes, while still on Abbi's lap, sucking in his fragrance. It just calmed me down. " In fact, get up ! " Ummi said, and grabbed my hand, taking me off his lap, and threw me away, and I hit my hand on a wooden desk. I just remembered my pain, and my cramps. " subhanallah " I flinched in pain. " Aminah ! " He screamed, and the room was filled with fear. Ayrah's name was actually Aminah, named after my Ummi. When I was born, Ummi's love was more on her name sake, and to fill that hole, Abbi became more close to me. " You called me by my name ? " Ummi said, as if not believing what just happened. I felt bad, really. " Yes, and I also have never hit you before. " He sparked, and we knew what that meant. " You want to hit me, because of this girl... This mad girl ! " Ummi spat, and it was as if all hell got loose. Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! I just felt so terrible with myself right now. " You slapped me ? " " Yes, I did. " " Twenty six years of marriage, and you haven't hit me, but today... " she said in tears, about to walk out, when dad held her hand, and pulled her towards him. " Listen, and Listen good. You are still my wife, and will not walk out on me. Hear me ! " He said, calmly this time, and she nodded. She shot me a glare, and went close to her daughter. " What happened ? " Dad asked. " Well, Abbi. She just began to insult me, just because I told her to get ready. You can ask Ummi. " Ayrah lied, and I just sighed. " Amina, is this true ? " dad asked, and she was quiet. " I am talking to you ! " Dad said in a calm, yet daring voice. " Why should I answer, will you even Listen to me ? " she asked, staring into the atmosphere. " Answer me ! " he said, and she nodded in affirmative. " Ayrah is right. " Oh God ! Ayrah smirked at me, and I just rolled my eyes. " Humayra, what happened ? " " So you mean I am lying ? " she said, and I sighed. " Prophet Dawud was visited by two angels in Human form. What did they say ? one said : Our father died, and gave my brother ( the other person ) 99 % of his wealth, and me, just 1%, now he wants to take away my own percentage. The Prophet immediately judged the case, and the angels disappeared. He knew he made the mistake, of not listening to both parties. Now, Humayra speak. " He said calmly. Now you know where I got my brains from. " Dad. I was dressing, when Adda Ayrah took nude photos of me, and I asked her to delete it, calmly at first, and when she refused, I became angry, and disrespected her. " I said, with complete honesty. " subhanallah ! Liar ! " Ayrah said, sobbing on Ummi's Bosom. " Look at the liar you have raised. " Ummi said, glaring at me. " I am not a liar, Ummi. Check her phone. " I protested, and she told me. " Do you dare talk back at me ?!? " she said, and I apologized. " Ayrah, bring your phone. " Dad said, and she nodded nervously. She brought it out slowly, and entered her password, she gave dad the phone, smiling triumphantly. " No photo here, Humayra" Dad said, his toned asking if I made a mistake. No matter what wrong I did, Dad could never blame me, he trusted me, and I trusted him. " Let me see, please. " I said, and he gave it to me. " You will find nothing there. " Ayrah said, and I smiled. I entered Trash, and brought out the photo. " Here it is dad. " I said, giving it to him, and he frowned. " What is this ? " he asked in a murderous tone. " I SAID WHAT IS THIS ? " He screamed, and she flinched. " It was ... Was .. Just ... A joke Abbi. " she said stammering. Where was that smile ? " Kai, It was just a joke. " Ummi defended her. " What Joke ? When did you go wrong ? We raised them well, then you spoilt this girl. You have failed as a mother, Amina. YOU HAVE FAILED AS A MOTHER ! " He yelled the last part, and she flinched, glaring at me. Wetin I do this woman abeg ? " As for you, You have proved to me, how Allah can curse a man with his daughter. " He said to Ayrah, and I felt sad for him. " Don't say that .. " Ummi said, trying to bail her out. Out of anger, he smashed her phone to the ground, several times, and the phone was already disfigured, I could see her bloodshot eyes. " Trying to post nude photos of your own blood sister, what if she was your step sister, would you have her r***d ?!? " He said in disgust, and I swear, I could see her lips turn into a smile, and her eyes in a duh roll. What if she was the one who ... ? Nah ! Could she ? What if Ayrah had ?... Nope, she could stoop low, but that was way too low, even for her. I asked forgiveness from Allah, and cleared my mind, of that terrible incident. Something I never ever want to experience in my life, not even for my enemy. " You are twenty five for God's sake, and you are not even married? " Dad questioned her, and she began to get annoyed, and spat back. " Your Humayra, is Eighteen, and just finished secondary school. " Slap ! Slap ! Slap ! " You are very well aware, of the reason why she didn't go to school for some years. " Dad said, and I felt a pang in my heart. My memories, began to cloud my vision, I felt just so terrible, at that moment. That incident was also the main reason, why my relationship with my Ummi, was destroyed. " I don't want this matter to be discussed in this house ever again. " Dad said, and I already broke into tears. I couldn't stand get seeing like this. I hate being weak, I hate regretting, I hate everything I am doing now. I ran to my room, with great speed, and I didn't notice the tiny puddle' Ahmad poured on the floor. Ahmad was my cute baby brother ' six years old. " yaya, why are you crying ? " he called out to me, but I didn't answer him, well I wish I did, if I had, I wouldn't have falling flat on the floor, with blood dripping from my forehead. I got up, and turned around to see Ahmad crying, as he threw his toy aside, and rushed to help me. Little boy thought his young muscles could help me, but he was wrong. At a point, I got pissed off, and screamed at him. " LEAVE ME ALONE ,AHMAD ! THIS WAS ALL YOUR FAULT, IF YOU WEREN'T THIS CARELESS, I WOULDN'T GET INJURED. " He was crying so hard, and I felt like patting the cute boy, and telling him sorry, but I couldn't. Any child would just run away, but what this cute did, oh my God. " Yaya, I don't care if you are angry with me, but you need help. " When I didn't budge, and kept walking up the surprisingly long stairs, he ran and got Abbi. Abbi understood that I hated pity, so he didn't come after me. I tried using all my force, and I fell on the door. Finally. I sighed, as I saw Abbi coming after me, I opened the door, and ran in, locking the door, as I fell to the floor, and then I passed out.