If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? A Nigerian Story

If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? Chp 6

ABDULLAH'S POV

" your majesty! Prince Abdullah is here to meet you" the guard who stood by the door said.

" let him in!" The queen said and then the guard opened the door for him and bowed deeply then closed it as he entered.

" sallam mum!" He greeted her.

" wasallam son! What brings you here I doubt you missed me?" She asked and looked at him with so much love and tenderness.

" well I came to discuss something with you which is of great importance, that is if you are less busy!" He said dryly

" off course son, but why are you not in your royal robe?" She said with a displeasing look.

"Mum! You know how uncomfortable it makes me and it's too heavy for my liking!" He said with a boyish grin which made him more handsome.

" says prince Abdullah!" She mocked." Well! Get to the point, what brings you here?" She said patting the space to her for him to sit. He strode towards her then placed his head on her lap while his remaining body was on the bed and her hand automatically went to his head to massage it in a comforting way.

"Mum?"

" yes son, what is it?" She answered. Her voice almost like a whisper.

" well! Sometimes I used to think as if I am not worthy of you!" He said with his eyes closed.

"What!! Are you out of your mind son or what is wrong with you?" She said clearly annoyed by his words.

" mum please don't get me wrong! I was just stating my mind please" he quickly explained.

" NO! You just said that just to annoy me right?" She asked clearly furious. This is not how he wanted this to go. He thought.

"No mum am sorry! I didn't mean to annoy you! He said feeling stupid to say that, now he was sure she wouldn't agree to what ever he is about to say to her. Very stupid of him he thought.

" okay but don't ever try to repeat that again" she warned. " you are more than worthy to me so don't try ever again!". She said trying to cool herself down a bit.With all this he never tried to open his eyes to see her angry expression so he just kept his eyes closed not to notice it at all.

He smiled a little then said " mum, do you mind me getting married when am thirty?" He asked scared to hear her answer.

" what are you saying son! Do you want me to keep you in my home for the next two years?" She rolled her eyes at his silly question.

" No mum I don't mean you should keep me till then but I just need to be free for like a year or two, you see! No offense!" He said grinning slightly. She seems to think for a while before saying

"are you sure that is what you want son?" She said making him to look at her with a confused yet happy look.

"Really mum? I are you saying that I can go on with my choice?" He asked clearly not believing his ears.

"Yes son! But are you sure that this is really what you want? By the way am surprised that you brought up the topic of your marriage all by yourself did you and your father discussed it earlier today?" She asked surprised by his actions.

"Maybe I almost forgot, but I totally didn't. I know that you don't like sharing your personal information or, ask anyone for his opinion and do what you think is right. So, how come you are now?" She couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing mum! I just wished to, that's why. Or is there a problem of me asking you?" He said smiling a little.

"No son, I couldn't help but ask that's why!" She explained.

"Thank you so much Mum! I thought you wouldn't agree with my decision somehow?" He said smiling widely almost like a grin.

"You do know that I have never seen you smiling since the incident with Ammar? She said as she resumed  stroking his soft Fulani- like- hair, and smiling a little with unshed tears in her eyes.

" mum! Please don't bring him back, for he is in a better place now Insha Allah. And May his soul rest in a perfect peace" he prayed for his deceased elder brother.

" okay son, it's getting late why don't you go to your room and let your mother have some good time sleep?" She asked still stroking his head.

"Son!" She called again as she notice that he didn't move.

"Mmmm!" He said then opened his sleepy eyes then closed it back because of the sleep that was disturbing him badly.

"Don't tell me that you were sleeping already?" She asked smiling at her son's reaction.

"No mum I didn't, but your smoothing and comforting hands made me to sleep!" He defended which made her smile

"Well then go to your room and have a good night sleep, okay?"

" okay mum! Good night and sleep well you too" he said. smiling at her beloved son which was everything to her. As he left the queen's room for his own he couldn't help but think about how his bachelor's stay in the palace would come to an end within two years and he won't be getting all the maids ogling at him anymore which made him somehow disturbed he couldn't believe it himself.

As he entered his room he made a promise not to ever choose a girl of his one choice since he hated them since the incident with his brother Ammar.
He still couldn't believe it that it was a girl that made his beloved brother kicked his bucket to soon. As he made his way to his washroom he notice a piece of paper lying on his study. He took the piece of paper and opened it then read the content which made him so furious and surprised at the same time.

Sallam guys how are we doing today? Great I guess.

So coming to the chapter how was it and what do you think our noble prince saw in that piece of paper? Any guess?"

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Allah Hafeez guys m, till next update Insha Allah.