Her Boyfriend, My Husband

CHAPTER 40

My people my people! I have come with one gist, this gist is for foodies like me and even unfoodies will turn to foodies.
So here it goes: This little online bistro called Tee's Treats in Katsina, this place is a mecca of kayan dadi🤤.

From their mouth watering trés leches to their tantalizing sandwiches! They have a variety of treats to choose from and the best part is they all come at an extremely affordable price. How I wish I was  still in Katsina😭

Report has it that her cakes are the melt in your mouth, slice of heaven on earth, burst of joy on your tongue, happiness in your belly kind of thing, not just her cakes but all her treats!

And because she's generous, she has made them at a very affordable price. So my people, before you read this chapter please help your life contact her on:

Phone number: 08032213743, 08031343044
Twitter handle: TreatsTee
Instagram: teeeees_treats

Those of you in Katsina, I suggest and request and entreat and plead😅  patronize this my friend with magic fingers!

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Maryam's POV

The sky was blue with fluffy clouds hanging in it like thick white smoke. The tall palm trees stood with their long leaves hanging down as we passed them. Countless other yellow taxis cluttered the streets and multiple were the same model as this one I was riding in. At first, I feared that no doubt, Yaya Abdallah's experienced fast driving would catch up to us and he would do something crazy to me. But now, twenty minutes have elapsed and my restlessly turning head still saw no sign of his car chasing after us.

The city buzzed with life, the hustling and bustling of people on the streets were loud in my ears. For a moment, I let the noise consume me and closed my eyes in a desperate bid to wipe everything that had just happened out of my memory. I wanted for that scene of everything Yaya Abdallah had done to be erased and to stop plaguing my mind. I had calmed myself down with great difficulty after I had run out of the house and sat in this taxi, I just needed to retain that calm and composoure so I could figure out what to do from here.

"Madam," the taxi driver called out, causing me to open my eyes. "Na where you dey go abeg?"

When I got into the car, I had just told the man to drive as fast as he could without giving him a location. I had desperately only wanted to get far away from the man that Yaya Abdallah had turned into. Now, I have no idea where I should go to. It was such a big city and I knew no one except Yusuf and Farida and now both of them weren't around. They were in Bauchi at Hamza's Jana'izah and I'm the only one left here.

"Madam, na where you wan drop nah?" The man asked again, this time even more impatiently.

"I... I don't know..." I muttered.

He hissed and turned his head to me, making an annoyed face at me. "Abeg Madam make una just give me my money and comot for my moto."

It was only then that it dawned on me, I didn't have a single penny with me. In my frieght, I had ran out of the house absolutely empty handed and now I realized, barefooted too. I didn't have my phone with me and I didn't have any money nor did I have any shoes on. I was only glad that I was already dressed in a hijab when he came otherwise I would have ran out with no covering as well.

We arrived to a less populated area and the taxi driver parked the car at the side of a metal railing. The man turned to the backseat and stared at me with a scowl on his face. My heart dropped, wondering how to tell him I had no money to give him.

He was clearly waiting for me and so my hands went to my ears and plucked out my hoop earrings. They were a gold pair Mommy had gotten me since I was 15, they held a lot of sentiment and they undoubtedly cost more than his fee would even if he drove me for the whole day but I just had no other choice.