Misfortunate (Completed)

Chapter Fifty-One: Promiscuous with a P

"…Married?" I asked with a stutter that came due to a lack of words to say. Marriage? Am I ready? Are we ready?

"If you're not ready, it's fine. You can take all the time you need." I nodded and found a seat, he sat two seats away.

" I didn't think us getting married would come into the picture so early, or even at all. Especially with the way people troll you when pictures of us on a date surfaces." I said when I saw he shut his eyes and leaned back into the chair.

"I've told you, Labeebah. I don't care. I've never been one to care about what people say to me, how they react to me taking a decision is none of my business. If I didn't know you deeply, I'd be worried about stumbling on the way. But with you in my corner and Allah? They can say all they want, they'll never have the gem I have."

My nose suddenly turned sour with the weight of unshed tears and I muttered a quiet Alhamdulillah for Allah's grace. I couldn't have searched through the world for someone like this and found him all by myself, Allah S.W.T handpicked him and put him in my path. Alhamdulillah.

"Yes," I breathed out the word. "Let's  get married when you return." He turned to me completely, disbelief and happiness taking equal attention on his face. I smiled sheepishly in return and he dipped his hands in his pocket, and came up with nothing. He clapped his hands on his face in frustration.

"I took the ring I bought everywhere and forgot to take it from the trouser I wore yesterday. I'll get it to you tomorrow. I promise." My smile didn't falter, if it could be called the widest smile, that was fine too.

"Please don't cry, you and your grandma are the same. She was crying when I told her I wanted to ask for your hand in marriage." I wiped the tears that had fallen down my face and asked him when he went to Kaka.

"Last week, Ma was there too. Ma said I'm on probation. Kaka cried." I laughed. Ma has become very protective of me, always calling me at least twice daily to ask me how I'm feeling, what I've eaten, of no one made life stressful for me. All the way from Lagos everyday.

"Thank you. I'm glad to be doing this with you." He smiled and blew me a kiss. We sat there blushing at one another till Bashir returned from Baaba's office.

"This one you both are smiling at each other like this, I hope we're safe? Major?" Sa'ad told him the happy news and Bashir reached out to hug me, carrying me up in the process. I had to pinch his arms  viciously before he put me down very happily.

Afterwards, Sa'ad left, leaving Bashir and I alone since we peeked in and saw Baaba fast asleep.

"He's a good man." I raised my head from my phone and looked at my younger brother. I searchingly looked at his face but found nothing but the truth in his eyes. He nodded when he saw I was still staring.

"Is that an endorsement?" He laughed out loud, throwing his head back to show off his pearly whites. Bashir is an exact copy of Baaba, giving respect and honor whenever due.

"No, Ya Sa'ad is not a telecommunication company that needs to be endorsed. He's a man that I've asked around about, he's marrying my older sister for Allah's sake, I can't be slacking." I face palmed but felt an indescribable feeling of warmth well up in me at the fact that he's acknowledging him so quickly.

"It's true, that's why I'm not afraid. I thought I would be, but I'm not. I'm steady, basking in the strength of the fact that I placed my life in Subhanahu wa ta'ala hands and He made the best out of it. I got roles I would be scrambling to get in ten years in a year, I found you all, amazing people. I'm grateful." I smiled sadly, remembering I lost Kawu just a few months ago.

"I'm happy you're here. I've always wanted an older sibling, and you coming even if it was was out of the blue, fufilled my wishes." I cackled out loud.

" You like the way I steal the food you earmarked for eating abi?" He frowned at me, I'm sure he's remembering the brownie his 'friend' Amirah baked for him that I ate.

"Stop eating my food." I got up, dusted non existent lint of my skirt and walked away to the restroom.

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"Women no longer take time to think things through this days, not like the days of our mothers. You know? No more patience, not one iota of patience to see things to the end." I shook my head, feeling the rage that had been building since Rabiah called me to watch this show recede.

"What do you say women of today lack patience?" The host asked in Hausa and I picked the remote control I'd laid beside me, preparing to change the channel when I heard my name.

"Take for example that Labeebah Sheriff, now Bakura, is it?" He asked the host and she nodded briskly. I chuckled, another man with an opinion of what I should have done with Abdul and how I should not have let him get angry enough to throw me on a fence.

"She doesn't have patience. She is promiscuous, lascivious, all the disgusting things prostitutes are, that's what she is so why would you expect a man not to beat sense into her? Really, letting her stay without good discipline is testing the patience of any man." I heard a loud gasp and turned to see Falmata holding her mouth.

"……It's just sad. Women emulating women like that BeebahShe is very painful." He said with a sad shake of his head that made me smile. He should pray to have a sister thrown to the fence because her husband's wife threw her mother out. He should ask for his sister to be repeatedly raped by her husband all in the name of conjugal relations.

The television suddenly went off and I slowly faced Falmata who was holding the remote and shaking with undisguised rage in her eyes. If she were a cartoon, smoke would be puffing from her eyes and ears.

"Why did you turn it off?" I asked her tiredly. I don't feel the rage I feel, I just feel worry. Worry for the many people who will listen to his tirade and decide not to leave their abusive partners.

"Why would you keep watching that? He's obviously lying and laying his lies on thick like butter." I laughed and lounged further in the chair.  She walked further into the huge high ceiling room and sat on another comfortable sofa across me.

"I know he's lying. I can only debunk the rumours, say to the world that he said it wrong. In spite of the fact that the world saw him throw me to the fence on a live chat. They saw what happened right before it and after. I'm not going to pally words with him. I'm beyond that."

Falmata nodded with a smile on her face and jumped unto the chair I'm on. "Since you're so confident, tell me what you're going to do about your wedding? No need to even ask you Kaka says she's planning it."

She pulled out a notepad from her sweat top and picked out the pen she'd stuck in her hair. "I'm the bridal party planner. Everything regarding the bridesmaids, that's my forte, so please furnish me with information regarding those on your bridesmaids asoebi list." I exhaled and leaned further, making myself more comfortable. Kaka told me last night while I called Ma that she's putting a lot out for my wedding. I'm going to do every event I can do, be as ostentatious as possible, this is a wedding of a lifetime. My wedding. 

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