Fulfilling our promise.

Chapter nineteen[Broken]

Abee's (point of view).

I can't really judge this boy, Muhammad on the kind of love he has for this girl because its natural, it happens without our consent.

Their love started like a child play, from greeting to mentoring her and finally friends to lovers. If one has to tell me that my son will fall in love with a girl lower than his class, i will never agree.

The girl is good and i would love her to be his wife, all i want is his happiness because he's my only child. He was a source of peace in my household because back then before his birth, my mum and my relatives had been pestering me to marry a second wife when our marriage with his mummy is just 2 years. I used to wonder why they are in haste. It was after five years, my wife gave birth to a baby girl who died the next day. I was really in grief so was my wife. We faced our destiny and hugged it. We had made lot of promises to each other since before marriage so we went through alot in fulfilling our promise.

After a year, my wife got pregnant again. My hapiness knew no bound and i informed my hajia immediately. One unfortunate day, my wife miscarried the baby. It was a second test for us from almighty. To sum it all, it was after seven years of marriage, aisha our first daughter was born. After nine good years, Muhammad was born and that was when i and my wife began to enjoy our marriage life. It was then my relatives stopped all they had been doing. And till today, our promise is being fulfilled.

"S" i heard my wife called me bringing me out of my reverie. I smiled.

"yes Ashiqui" i answered her.

"what are you thinking of? I had been calling out your name but you seem to be out of the world"

"i was just thinking of how we are going to convince hajia so that she will agree with this boy's marriage "

"oh, i have an idea" she beamed and i sat closer to her and she whispered to me. I couldn't help help but feel so lucky for having her in my life.

"where are the kids" i asked her referring to aisha, muhammad and ikram "

"they had gone to the masjid" she replied. "and they will branch to my sister's house " she added. My wife is half casted. Her mother was an arab who was from Saudi and her father was a Nigerian that's why they based in Nigeria. I, being fulani proposed to her and she agreed to our marriage.

"alright" i answered.

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"jiddah you know what? Mummy jamila called me apologizing "

"mom? She called, why? " jiddah asked.

"i didn't know, maybe she realized what she did was wrong "

"probably, when i went to kano i saw her and greeted her and she answered me normally"

"she had changed for good i guess "

"better for her"

"what did you said? "

"no mummy, its nothing ".

"yes that's it" jiddah nodded smirking.

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They had came back from the holy city last week and the journey' tiredness had gone. Abee, Muhammad's father decided to talk to his mother regarding Muhammad's marriage with jiddah.

"hajia what do you say? Allow him to just marry her after their marriage with the jiddah, you will now select another wife for him after a year or so" abee suggested while deep down its just for hajia to answer, for her to allow Muhammad marry his choice since no one can cross her orders, if he didn't cross, and his son crossed it, it will be as if he did it.

"too too tooo okay okay no problem i will see to that meet me at my room tomorrow to hear my decision." she smiled contented.

"to hajia, a huta lafiya. I leave you in peace " abee stood and left for his apartment.

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"bros abee is calling you" ikram informed.

"okay i will be there in a jiffy go first " he stood up looking at the mirror.

"no I'm not allow in there, its only you, hajia, abee and maami and make sure you inform me every single detail and i have something for you"

"what's that please" he spoke interestedly .

"of all i had been saying that's the only line you got right? Something very very special now go, hurry up abee is waiting " she pushed him to the door.

"i will get you, let me just come back" he eyed her and left for the room.

"Muhammad we had come to a decision that you are allowed to marry jiddah, because of the way you really love her, i had seen how you suffered in the hospital because of her but there is a condition "

Muhammad rubbed his eye, pinched himself and made sure he wasn't dreaming, being himself he didn't screamed but his happiness knew no bound he felt like hugging the life out of hajia right now but when the reality hit his head, his shoulder slumped down he didn't know where is she.

"we are waiting for you, i said there is a condition " hajia impatiently waited.

"whatever the condition is, i will adhere to it as far as i will marry jiddah." he spoke his eyes glistening.

"you are adding another wife; after a year or so I'm going to select another one for you, the one with good background. "

The condition came as a shock to maami and muhammad. The worss rang continuously in his ear drumss. Did he even hear her right? He's not the polygamous type even if its not jiddah he married, he won't like to have a second wife. He had never saw that coming in his entire life. His heart sank deeply with pain. He can't do this to jiddah this is not the way he is supposed to follow in fulfilling their promises. He loves her, and can do anything to get her.

"i agree with the condition " he smiled.

"glory be to God, you may leave" hajia rested her head on the bed.

As they made their way out of her room, his maami motioned him to follow her to her room. He did. After like thirty minutes, he came out and went looking for ikram to give him what she said earlier.

"what are you giving me" he spoke after he had found her in abees parlour watching a tv program.

"remember its a deal, tell me what happened in hajia's room" she rolled her eyes.

"go maami will tell you, once she tell you come back we need to talk. And before then come and give me whatever it is" he spoke smiling.

"alright, wait for me" she ran fast to her room. On reaching, to her full dismay she couldn't find the piece of paper. She disorganized everything and found it atlast.

She leaped out quickly to where muhammad was. "jiddah came when we were not around and she left this paper, i didn't even open it i know its yours an.."

Before she finished, he snatched the paper away grinning. He slid it in his pocket and carried ikram up spinning her.

"bro keep me down please! Keep me down" she spoke giggling and beating his hand untill he dropped her.

"you don't know how happy I'm "

"i know, now open the letter let's read" ikram said.

"never, you are not seeing it I'm going to my room and read it alone" without waiting for her response he went to his room and locked up the door. He wanted to have a shower first so that he will read it feeling fresh. He entered the bathroom with the paper on put it on the sink. Enjoying the water falling on his body, he kept on splashing water on the letter unknowingly.

After he had finished dressing up, he took the letter to read, opening it, it was written with a pencil and all the writing had wiped up because of water, the letters were there but unreadable even her number could not be seen.

Broken is too small to describe what he felt in his heart.