Irrevocably In Love

CHAPTER 03- Phone Calls.

___Chapter Three___

Khadijah called Zayd in order to inform him on the current predicament she was in, he picked up after the second ring. After she was done telling him about all that happened he stayed silent.

She had to call his name three times before he got out of his reverie.

"Khadijah, please don't joke about something like this" she felt weird because he never calls her name. His voice sounded dejected.

"Zayd Wallahi i'm serious I know whis isn't what we planned for our future but kana naka Allah na nashi (as you plan for your future, Allah too plans how he wants your future to be)"

"Yeah that's true but it seems like you are not affected" this got her tongue-tied.

"Hmm Zayd had it been you knew what I went through you wouldn't have said this".

"It's the I don't care attitude tha.." he began.

"Stop! Zayd, I don't care attitude fa kace, you don't know baba. He has left me with no choice, how do you expect me to introduce you to him or any other person in a weeks' time. That's impossible because I have no one and you are too.."

"I'm too what?" he questioned impatiently. She could picture him gritting his teeth.

"Young to be married, and he'll be like 'You're still in school who will feed who'" she snapped.

He sounded pissed at my words when he replied "And you knew I was too young while you dated me"

"Look you are being unreasonable right now. I thought you'll understand this situation but I can see its the total opposite"

"Okay then Khadijah what do you expect me to say? I wish you the best or what. Anyway if that's what you want then you can have my best wishes, goodbye" with that he ended the call without letting her reply.

Khadijah's P O V

A couple of minutes later I was gloomily seated thinking of what to do next because my conversation with Zayd really soured my mood. So I decided to call Ya Mukky, I called him twice and left a voicemail telling him to call me as soon as possible which he did after two minutes.

»»"Hello Baby sis what's up" He started.

««"Nothing much Ya Mukky" I replied shoving my lower lip between my teeth.

»»"Get straight to the point" he knows me!

««"Any progress?" I asked pouting my lips as though he could see me.

»»"About Tahir? The i***t just laughed it off and said he's not ready for marriage"

««"Send me his number please"

»»"Ah no you're not that desperate" he argued. Men and their pride!

««"What choice do I have? Do you want baba to marry me off to one of his friends? I'll flee wallahi"

»»"Baba won't do that" he said trying to calm me down as I was becoming hysterical.

««"Please Beg Tahir or someone if you have to I need this"

»»"Khadijah let baba decide just calm down! You're stressing yourself out. You need some rest" he raised his voice a bit.

««"Bye then" I sulky replied.

»»"Calm down alright? We would talk later" I ended the call and went straight to Mama's room but she wasn't there so I grabbed an abaya with a black scarf and left the house.

I met Ya Bashir outside, sitting on his car's boot probably on the phone and my guess was right so I stood there waiting for him to be done. And that took a hell lot of time, seriously I was so engrossed in trying to eavesdrop but Ya Bashir was talking as though his mouth was aching.

"What are you doing here?" he asked me with a straight face.

It doesn't hurt to smile! Though I didn't voice out my comment.

"Please and please, please and plea.."

"What do you want, enough with the pleads" he snapped.

"Toh please I need you to take me to Amna's house" I spoke grinning cheekily.

"I'm busy" was his short yet rude reply.

"Ya Bashir please, Mama isn't around and I need to see Amna"

"Well your daddy said to not let you leave the house" he said nonchalantly

"Ya Allah. Ya Bashir dan Allah, I beg of you"

"Tell her to come over, I can't cross baba's order honestly. I can even go pick her up for you but I can't take you there"

"Okay thanks" I murmured.

Few minutes later, Ya Bashir was on his way to her place and I was leaning on Baba's Acura, took 3 'gloomy' selfies and walked to Yaa Ayshah's flat. No matter how tense a person is, in my own perspective though, taking pictures is a must do. Save the good and bad memories!

At arriving there Husnah- her first born greeted me with a 'big hug' as she calls it and held my hand while leading me into the house gisting me about whatever she was talking about because I was not understanding any part of the story and her language. She led me to the kitchen where I guessed her Mommy was.

"Good afternoon Ya Ayshah" I greeted.

"Afternoon Khadidi"

"Mommy you see ayv been tolking to Aunty Adija an she jijint lishten nor ansher me" Husnah complained in her broken Language, pushing her lips to a pout.

"Sorry Husnah" I apologized taking her in my arms "Wow someone is getting heavy, where is Zara?".

"Shesh with Daddy, theya playing hide n sheek"

"Why are you not playing with them" I asked her.

"I wana help ammi bake, you shee shesh baking cookiesh" she said while pointing at the oven.

Yaa Ayshah has 3 kids- Asma Husnah(5 years old- named after Ya Kabir's mom), Abubakar Sultan(3 years old- named after Baba) and her auta Fatima Zara(1 year old- named after Mama's mom).

After a while, Ya Kabir came in and I greeted him then took Zara and went to their room where we met with Sultan who was busy playing with his toys, I sat down then checked the time for the ninth time 'Where are they already?' I asked myself.

I unlocked my phone and sat Zahra on my lap, we took pictures on snapchat and videos all because I wanted to cheer myself up because Zayd totally spoiled my mood today.

After like an hour, okay i'm exaggerating, maybe half an hour Ya Bashir called me asking of where I was, I told him that I was at Yaa Ayshah's so he dropped Amna and left.

After exchanging pleasantries with Yaa Ayshah and her husband, I drew Amna to my room, that was when The waterfalls began!!!

I cried for like five minutes all the while hugging her, as though I was diagnosed with cancer. Minutes passed with Amna patting my back, she opened her bag and brought out a plastic container containing Pure frozen chocolate. She knows me best, i gladly took the chocolate and told her everything, not missing even a single letter nor a word.

Tic Toc.

Tic Toc.

Tic Toc.

"Heeeh!!!!! Biki things on point niggah OMG OMG OMG, I'm the best fren OMG. Wait, I'm the only friend!" She exclaimed, clapping enthusiastically.

Did she hear me right?

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