whispering hearts

Chapter one : bombshell

A/N: Please note this book is a fictional story; everything that is written is entirely from my imagination.

The buzz from my phone on the bedside table was coming continuously that I felt like I should fling it across the room, but I care for my phone more than that 5:45 am the time reads. The sleep was still prominent on my face, I raise from the bed rubbing my face with my hand I stopped feeling a pimples coming up and groaned I guess my period is around the corner .I walked in to the bath room wash my face and perform wudu (ablution) came out of the bathroom spread my praying mat tie a wrapper wore my big lavender hijab and start my subbhi (moring) prayer, after this I left my room .

I cooked, swept the house and mopped the floor. I proceed to serve the food on the table and went to my dad and mom’s room to call them for breakfast after which I call my siblings, everyone came down for breakfast. After breakfast my younger siblings head for their training center since their university is on a holiday

Hi guys my name is zeenat wuraola Sheikh I’m twenty years old just clocked it last month on 15th of March, am a graduate of home economics at university of Maiduguri. I just finish with my service about two  months ago and I am preparing to search for a job at big cooking companies with brand and class , blame me not every student want something good after all the suffering in the university as we all say .

I want to work at this places to build experience before I open mine as I wish, am a lover food and also love to use my whole time planning food recipes, cooking, writing about nutrition, you can name it all in that aspect. I have three siblings, my elder brother zayan sheikh, my younger sister zeyadat sheikh and my younger brother zeyad sheik. Zeyadat and zeyad is twin.

My mother Hajia Amina sheikh is a caramel skinned Yoruba/Fulani woman (her father is Yoruba while her mother is a Fulani) but don’t be fooled by that my mom does not know how to speak Fulani language. Hahaha I use to laugh when ever she tried to because she is so bad at it.

My father Alhaji Umar sheikh is dark skinned and a no nonsense man, so you would have known by now that my mom is the nicer parent but they both love us deeply, they both must not catch us performing our salah late otherwise we are in soup it was worst will we were growing up because if a salah is four rakat and u miss two you will be whipped twice and so for other prayers.

Don’t let me continue cause if do I would continue telling you about my family, but my brother zayan is married though.😀😁😁😁

After eating I wanted to tell my parents that I want to start searching for job but before do my mother told me she and dad would like to talk to me first. I sat in the living room as my father spoke first,

“Zeenat since you are done with your service I and your mom agreed to get you married  before you start any job” he said while my mom nodded as I just stared at them confused and shocked because I don’t remember introducing anybody to them and MARRIED! I hope it not what am thinking about oo, my though was cut short by my mom who said It would be an arranged marriage.

I felt betrayed because they knew I have always went to start working before getting married has I said “while this all of a sudden dad you could have waited a little bit for me to introduce someone to you and this arranged marriage thing is to who I said bitterly that I almost start crying. “You refuse to introduce any body and you know in our family girls marry age the age of twenty now zeenat” mom said.

“Abdulazeez sultan you know him right your brother’s wife cousin, he is the one you would be getting married to” dad said .what!!  I said “why would you do this dad the fact that brother zayan’s wife is nice does not mean her cousin would be as well and this cousin of her barely even attend her wedding in the name of been busy, he is said to be an arrogant man please dad and mom help cancel this arrangement”.

“Sorry dear they both said the man is nice you would like him and he is going to be your would be husband you should not say that about him” they both say.

I ran out of the living room walking towards my room annoyed about the disaster this might bring to my live I care for my family so much that I can do anything for them but this am confused about it. My perspective or this is that my parent are discriminating about my marriage they are not the ones who chose for brother zayan ,his marriage is a love marriage so why should mine be arranged .i entered my room got changed and decide to go for a walk not caring about the hot sun.

There was only one word I could use to describe the Nigerian weather on this day; terrible. The sun was so hot I could bake a cake I said in my mind sarcastically but it only gives me time to think. As I made my way back home I make a mental note to call my friend when I get home. Zoeya she would freak out already.
Oops have not introduce her to you don’t worry you would see the kind of girl she is during our conversation.

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