Whimsical beauty ✔️

Chapter 29

**Missing warmth**
On the 3rd of January, 2012, Yahaya Sani Baree became the emir of Maicki. The Alkali house, along with the rest of the nobility gathered around in Roame, celebrating a new era.

I slipped away, leaving papa to do the socializing. Now that everything is over, I feel tired and drained. I just want to go home. My mind and my heart is in Kano state with Amal. Ya Allah!

How I want to see her again.

I'm sure she would be proud that I failed the elections. She has proven to be the only person who knew without me needing to tell them that I hated the elections. She's just cool that way.

"Where are you going dear?" Maree asked from behind me. Startled, I turned to look at her nearing profile. Ya Salam! I've totally forgotten she was here with me.

Maree can be very stubborn. She arrived a day before the elections. I couldn't see her because I was too busy. So she was taken to the royal palace were she was given a room as a guest. I only got to see her after the elections. We both acted like we were so normal. Like she told me she was coming and I was glad she is here. Everybody thought we looked cute together. Hm. Perhaps our physicality meshed. Emotionally, it's a different story. I don't blame them for the misunderstanding.

We spent like five minutes talking and I was whisked away on duty calls. I didn't really make an effort to spare her much of my time in this public place which must be haven for Maree. This is one attribute I didn't like in her. She loves to be on the spotlight. It's almost as if she needs to be on the spotlight. There weren't much instances where I was reminded of this particular trait since we got married. But when I saw the way she waltz in around these strangers, basking in the glory of their attentions, I didn't like it. But, I didn't hate it so much that I wanted to correct her. In this type of place, everyone's eyes are on us. Should we start whispering, it will be misconstrued as something else entirely. I don't want to give her the idea that she was that important.

I realized that it is a big problem. If Amal so much as showed her face in a place like this, I swear, I will show her fire. Just thinking about it makes me feel angry. It didn't even happen! Noting that Amal hates attention makes me feel a lot better. I like it better when she is supporting my possessive instincts.

"I'll be right back" I told her. Then I entered the car and tapped the screen separating me from the driver. It was enough to tell him that we should go. Let her wait. Wallahi Maree must stay in Maicki. She will regret overriding my authority. Only Iya and Papa can negate something I have a right to enforce. If she thinks she has the authority to do as she likes, then let her do it.

One month in Maicki will teach her a thing or two.

I arrived in Nigeria in the middle of the night. It was almost three am. My driver picked me up on time. My heart couldn't stay still. The journey home feels like forever. I just wish I could open my eyes and see her in front of me. I want to feel the warmth of her body again. That vivid feeling of Ascension to heights of contentment, the need she inspires in me, that blessed peace spreading in my chest...

I want to feel alive again.

My hands shook from nervous anticipation. It's like I was possessed by that need to see her. My heart answered by beating so hard, it's like it will burst from my chest any minute.

I really miss her.

As soon as I reached home, I called her phone. She answered almost immediately.

"Uncle Saif..." she said it in a breathy manner. The effect was instantaneous. I felt myself getting hard in reaction. Oh Allah! How can she have so much power over me? How many days has it been? Three?