One Minute: Hausa Love Story

OM 29

She was stirring it when it splashed on his shirt and he flinched while muttering an "ouch". He quickly removed the shirt because of the hotness of the food.

"Sorry, sorry!!" She kept repeating as she grabbed a kitchen tissue dabbing it on his bare stomach.

"Its okay" he nodded at her as he watched her continue to dab the tissue. She paused for a while when it finally clicked to her that he didn't have a shirt on, her eyes was raking down his figure. He had a prominent 6-packs and bulging muscles, it wasn't too extreme just fit for him.

She gulped as she slowly retracted her hands from his body. He smirked as he saw how she was checking him out.

"Like what you see babe?" He smirked, his voice husky as he moved closer, tightly caging her between him and the kitchen island.

"Eww.. N-No, who says? I don't do fats" she said slightly flustered and she knew deep down she was lying.

"Are you sure? Because I can assure you honey that this is all muscle. Or do you want to check it out yourself, sweety?" he whispered his voice so close to her ears. What's with him and all those sweet endearments, if only he knew what those endearments were doing to her.

"W-we, I h-have.. Food! I need to check the food" he could tell she was flustered so he decided to cut her some slack moving away a bit so she could scurry off. She went to the cooker while breathing hard, the semovita was curdled and it was starting to burn, she carried the pot disposing it in the sink, while muttering strings of curses under her breath.

"Why not just order for it since it's much easier?" He said sitting on the kitchen island with only a basketball short on while munching on an apple.

"Ooh, why didn't I think of that before?" She mocked with a sarcastic smile, "because she will know in a minute that I'm not the one that did it! Now, please put on a shirt" she sighed as she put another pot of water to boil.

"Why, is it bothering you?" He teased.

"No, its just that I don't fancy seeing your man boobs" she said drily as she rummaged through the cabinet.

"It's all muscles!" He said looking offended as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you need a bra? Because I think I h-" he cut her off as he stood up.

"That's it! I'm out of here" he said quite literally running out of the kitchen.

She chuckled quietly despite her situation (AN: 'situation of sufferness' do you guys remember that video? 😂😂) she continued rummaging through the cabinet looking for an electrical mixer, she had once seen a Nigerian chef on Instagram using an electric mixer to make pounded yam and tuwon shinkafa, so she thought to use it with her semovita. When she finally saw it, it was at the top shelf, where even with her height she couldn't reach it, she kept jumping on her toes trying to catch it.

She felt a presence behind her and he quite easily retracted the carton of electric mixer she had been aiming for. She turned to him thanking him, he had thankfully worn something to cover up his upper body.

She arranged the mixer plugging it to the socket, and he watched her as she successfully did the semovita and this time it came out non-lumpy, making her to do a little happy dance not minding that fahad's eyes were fixated on her.

She transferred it into a food warmer and started making the stew. This time Fahad helped her with all the choppings.

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"Go and open the door" she shoved him towards the door.

"Why won't you go and open the door?" He argued.

"Because I need to make sure everything is okay so she won't have any thing to complain about" she said shoving him hard this time around that he stumbled having been caught off guard. She opened her mouth to apologize because she didn't know she had shoved him that hard when she heard a shrill sound.

Unbeknownst to them Hajiya Iya had let herself in after knocking for a long time because the door wasn't completely closed.

"Innalillahi wa inailaihir raji'un. Me nike ji me nike gani? (From Allah we are and to him we shall return. What am I hearing and seeing?)" Hajiya Iya said while clapping, her mouth and eyes wide.

"You! Aysha, don't you have sense? How dare you do that to your husband, don't you have respect?" Hajiya Iya scolded looking angry, if it was a cartoon show fume would've already been coming out from her ears.

"Hajiya Iya, I swear I didn't know and I was just about to apologize" she said.

"Oh God! Your parents would be so disappointed if they knew how disrespectful you're been to your husband" she shook her head.

"Hajiya Iya it's okay, you yourself heard her saying it wasn't on purpose and she was just about to apologize. Further more, if I'm not offended by it then I don't think you should be too" Fahad said, his voice was low but enough to be heard.

"Ai dole baa tana son ta maida ka 'mijin tace' ba (of course she wants to turn you into a 'henpecked' husband)" she said giving her a sour look. Aysha looked at her surprised, isn't she both their grandma? Then why was she acting as if Fahad was her beloved while Aysha was an outsider. She internally scoffed, after all it's Hajiya Iya everyday she wakes up with a new trouble.

"H-" Aysha cuts him off with a hand on his arm, and turned to Hajiya Iya with a gentle smile. "Why don't you sit down while I bring you some refreshments?"

She turned on her heels heading to the kitchen. She knew if she had stayed there any longer she would've said some hurtful things and while she wouldn't mind doing that, she knew it wasn't the right thing to do. First she was older than her and second, she was her grandma, her father's mother she couldn't just disrespect her like that, she could even picture her father's face if she ever did that, literally she'll just be dead.

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Your problem dey for your back oh
And you wonder why boys de follow 'round oh
Every other day you for your yard
Paparazi sef follow you about

Girl, when you walk down the high way
You dey make men misbehave
Girl, when you walk down the high way
Spiritual men don dey lose faith

Your problem is a problem
This problem is our problem

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Readers: WE KNOW!

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AmatullahAG ❤️