ABUJA, NIGERIA.
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of days. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives. And come to think of it, we pour ourselves more into work than to our family.
Life is all about making priorities, and family is one and only priority on top of all other, so spend all time you can with loved ones.
The words kept resonating in her ears knowing Gigi was right all along. Not only was she so in love with her baby, she was also hopelessly devoted to her work to have time for anyone. She just wanted space from everything and everyone, instead of her to tell him, she didn't and just thought what she is doing is for the best. She's heard how much her mother told her about how marriage works but she didn't bother paying heeds and here she is.
She can't believe she is going to welcome another woman in just three days. She doesn't want those days to come, not when her family is now complete and beautiful with her daughter and husband. Not when everything is finally getting back in place though her life is tumbling upsidedown very soon. Why does it hurt so much when another woman is getting your man? She thought those friends of hers that fill in the space of second wives are happy but she can't and won't be a second wife. She can't see herself sharing her husband purposely knowing she is the second one not the first. And not when she has the taste of her husband marrying another woman, she won't want any woman to go though that, no. Never. The pain is enough to not make her happy in that married life.
Today being Kamu, she is about to get ready and leave to start yet another day. Fayha, Afrah and Kauthar are coming over to get dressed in her house. She stood up from her bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a warm bath. After she was done with that, she made her way to her closet and dress herself in a blue maxi dress. She gave Anaan a quick bath and decided to dress her for Gigi, she is staying over there for the day. Amir will be there to take her with him then go to the event venue to wait for them.
She got her dressed in a tangerine low round neckline shirt and black jean shorts. She packed the diapers for her, milk, feeder, changing mat, some new clothes and overalls. Anaan can make mess so the more clothes, the better for them all. Her cereal is also there since she sometimes want the cereal more than she does breast milk or sterilized milk. Making sure everything is perfect for her girl in the blush pink baby bag, she took both her daughter and the bag to the living room just when the door banged open by none other than her friends and in-laws.
Mika'il is still inside, it's just four in the afternoon so they will leave anytime soon. He came back from the mosque, woke her up from her nap to pray. The Kamu is supposed to start around four but since the groom and his men are not supposed to enter till after everything is settled. She is not even looking forward to attending any stupid function but she needs to look strong like her mother in-law and friends motivate her to. She vowed not to fold their hands so with that determination, she forced a smile across her lips and move forward.
"Aren't you just beautiful." Fayha sarcastically say to her friend when she opened the door for them to come in.
"I know." Amani rolled her eyes and smiled at Amir who just shook his head at their usual greetings then made his way to the kitchen to eat first before taking Anaan to Gigi.
"Here's the makeup artist, she will start mine first then yours." Fayha was quick to draw the makeup artist to her side and sat down on the coffee chair by the far end of the room, drawing a dining chair so the makeup artist can keep her stuff and start the makeup. There is a mirror right in front of them so she turned on her ring lights and start.
The makeup artist named Zeenai is really good with her work because she finished in just thirty minutes making Fayha look like she is about to walk down a runaway. She looks epic with her subtle yet bold makeup making her already bold personality and face more bolder. Her eyes are winged with eyeliner, the long lashes beautifying the already charming slits. Her sage glitters took everyone's attention, then rolling down to the maroon lipstick applied to her lips, she looks gorgeous all in all.
Next was Amani, Fayha went to get dressed in one of the rooms where Mika'il isn't occupying. Soon Amani's was done so she stood up to let Afrah take her place. Her makeup looks more beautiful on her seeing she is not one to wear makeup. Hers has pistachio glitters, winged liner, long spacious artificial lashes, red lipstick and subtle coloured foundation. The girls hoot loudly making Zeenai more proud of her work, she beamed hearing the compliments coming from all the occupants in the room. Her husband walked out hearing the commotion outside their room.
"You look grand, Sisi." Afrah complimented smiling widely as the makeup artist try cleaning her face with some wipes before starting the makeup.
"Perfect as usual." Amir grinned at her then add, "Save a sit for me close to you, I have to protect you for brother." He laughed when Mika'il glare at him. He took Anaan and immediately left the house.
"Too hot, beautiful, breathtaking, gorgeous, ravishing. Should I go on?" Mika'il whispered closer to her, his breath fanning her face and she knew what he was trying to do. Nope, she won't let him ruin her makeup just like that.
"You are not ruining my makeup, Maan. Back off now!" She smiled cunningly when she saw his mouth turning upsidedown in a deep frown, his brows creasing together.
"C'mon." She fold her arms around her chest, then motioned to their audience looking at them with keen interest. He blushed and took her to their room so they can get dressed.
"We should leave together right? I can't wait for you to remove this makeup and get over with this day." He grumbled, his hands helping her to zip down the maxi dress she is wearing so she could change. He is already in his set of white kaftan remaining the babban riga that sits beside them on the couch.
She took the pistachio gown she sew just some days ago with extra effort to make it perfect. The gown is sewn in a straight gown, enhancing her hourglass figure that looked more like a tulip. The sleeves are made in Marie design then the neckline is Grecian, very unique and gorgeous. She has a material that resemble silk but it's not really silk more like nontransparent net that was made in a cape right from her neck to her feet, closing it whole. It looks like a cloak, closing her body respectively.
She hurried out of the room to the makeup artist so she could tie her head gear. She made so many pleats with the silver head gear, opening out at the back. She added some silver costumes to match with her outfit before slipping the Malono Blahnik silver ankle strap heels around her feet. Not knowing how to stand up in those heels, she felt Mika'il's hands helping her stand up which she was very grateful for.
"You should not wear them if you can't walk carefully." He frowned at the heels looking like they just offended him, he looks cute.
"I can, I just didn't know how to stand up in them." She rolled her eyes, moving the the floor length mirror to check if everything is placed right.
"Too beautiful." He whispered from behind her, right in her ears making her frisson. She rolled her eyes at him knowing what he is trying to do, it's not possible.
"Let's go." She took the Lana Marks minaudiére clutch and loop her arm into her husband's who is already in his full outfit looking as dashing as ever. They looked like the couple of the day, she just looks like a bride.
She found the girls all dressed and ready to go, dare she say they look extremely beautiful in their matching sage coloured gown. All the three of them are wearing fitted gowns, same matching olive head gears, gold accessories and same silver stilettos. They look like her bridesmaids which she didn't like, they are going to take the spotlight from the real bride. They just look too beautiful to be single and not tied to any man, she is happy that all of them will soon be married though. Except for Afrah who is way younger than them.
Afrah is clearly the youngest one with her little to none curves but she was forced to wear a girdle so her shape will be more prominent by her sister, Kauthar. They grinned at each other then stood beside the couple to take photos. The makeup artist didn't get tired of taking them countless of photos, some alone and some together. She has been paid enough to even wash the clothes they are wearing if they are to ruin it in some way. She is also proud of her handwork!
She will also post this on her business pages so people can see just how good she is. Not to forget, she has always shipped Mika'il and Amani not Zara so the photos will make people go crazy.
"Let's get going guys, it's already thirty minutes past five." Amani the ever punctual person scolded seeing the siblings are not ready to let their brother go while Fayha disturbed her mirror with selfies, pushing this and that on the mirror with her phone.
"Borrow me your phone. I want to snap quick mirror selfies before we go." Fayha demanded, she didn't even wait for Amani to give her, she took it and started taking the said mirror selfies.
Some minutes later, they made their way out of the house to the white BMW waiting for them. There are three more cars outside, she saw her brother emerging out of each with some other friends of Mika'il. They gave her a once over and narrowed their eyes wanting to act all possessive maybe even forgetting that she is married and her husband is standing right beside her with his hands around her waist. She grinned cheekily making them roll their eyes.
They enveloped her in a hug where she happily took, she needed that comfort from them but being careful not to clear her foundation on their white outfit and mint green Yoruba cap, they look drop dead handsome. She moved back and beamed, giving Mujahid signal about Fayha and he rose his head to smile at the said person. She smiled back a little then moved her eyes to Mujaddad.
Fayha is crushing on Mujaddad but she didn't know that Mujahid is the one chosen for her. She's crushed on him ever since he bought her ice cream when she was fourteen. She was going through those times with African mothers where they keep fighting because she has 'started menstruating' like her mother likes to put it then, she was sulking in their house, Amani was not around so he took her out to buy her ice cream just to cheer her up. She start growing some feeling which she thought would disappear but it didn't, it kept growing.
She thought she only liked his good looks, but it was proven wrong.
Now when she finds out about the arrangement, only God knows what will happen. After the incidence with Mujaddad, he never stares at her again. He got too busy and she thinks he even forgot about her existence since he doesn't ask about her, she knows that much from Bushra. She is thinking about confessing to him the next day after the wedding Fatiha to hear what he will say. She is moving on after his answer, no matter what it will be.
They all filed into the car, Bushra and Mika'il in the back of the BMW with a driver. The other girls get new destinations from the other guys. They kept flirting with each other in the backseat till they reach the hall where the event is going to take place. It was decorated right from outside, the guards, bouncers, police and soldiers are arranged outside but they opened the door hastily when they saw their cars.
Parking inside, they zoomed out. Mika'il helped her got down from the car. They made their way to the entrance where some of Zara's relatives along with her younger sisters are waiting for them. They look so nervous as if they thought he was going to bunk them, they thought so at first. When they saw him holding hands with his wife, their eyes faltered along with their smiles. They didn't like what they are seeing and have no say in the matter.
"You are here." One of Zara's Aunt greeted then start telling him what to do just when his mother's sisters ambled out from the hall and beamed at his sight with his wife.
Everyone has loved them together.
"He is going inside with Amani, she will escort him inside when everything is finished." Kauthar's thick business voice cut in through the conversation leaving no room for questions. None of them ask what or why, they just nodded but Hanan gave her sour eyes before her eyes land on Murad behind who is glaring at her hotly for glaring at his sister in-law and sister.
Everyone went inside to buy Zara like it happens in all Kamu. Bushra, Mika'il, Fayha, Kauthar and Afrah stayed outside since they will be sending him inside when the tradition is done. The groomsmen are also standing beside then then Fayha thought, why not form their own little group? She is hellbent on making Zara regret marrying her cousin and friend's husband.
She paired the three of them with Bushra's brothers, not pairing herself with Mujaddad though. It will be too obvious so she beamed at big brother, Mujahid who is a little softer than Mujaddad.
Hanan was the one who walked out in her single straight gown which makes her already lean shapeless figure more prominent to send them in as everything was done. His family has already bought her sister. She doesn't have a bad body but she is just so slim and still works out so that is the result. Nevertheless, she looks beautiful in the mint green, wearing gold huge accessories blinding them with the falling rays of sun casting on them. Her skyscraper heels looks like something Amani will never think of wearing.
The song played was 'Mafa Mafa by DMW' so the girls gave a little squeak of happiness wanting to show Davido just how much they love him. They heard the family are going to invite a celebrity, no, celebrities so they hope he is there. They danced just like Davido and Naira Marley while walking into the well decorated hall. Mika'il and Bushra are standing behind, she is trying hard to stop herself from grinning like an idiot. She feels like the bride and her friends dancing in front of her is just too much.
They dance with so much enthusiasm and the best thing about it is, they know just how to move with the steps. The hall is decorated in golden and seafoam, like the bride's outfit. The place is the real definition of wealth and abundance. The tables are closed with white clothing, a golden flower vase in the middle, pistachio drapes on the ceiling and the high table too. It's so beautiful even in Bushra's envious eyes.
The bride's expression is a dead giveaway that she didn't like what she is seeing. Her soon to be husband wrapped in his first wife's arms while she escorts him to where she is sitting at. She forced a smile on her lips when she saw them approaching to where she is, the media going crazy while seeing the turn of event. No one told them about Amani and Mika'il getting back together.
Amani never posted a photo of them together since after the scandal so seeing them together looking very much still smitten and in love with one another took them by surprise. Not them alone, even Zara didn't expect them to be so much in love, not after when Mika'il was so heartbroken as she picks the pieces from the ground and try mending. She is sure he wouldn't have married her if his wife demand that he shouldn't. He looks so much like he would do anything for her.
"Here is your groom." Amani grinned widely at Zara like nothing is worrying her even though there is. She is not ready to show her how that is weakening her knees.
"Thanks." Zara's smile looks forced even to the audience but Bushra gave no heed. She smiled at her husband who didn't want to let go of her hand, that didn't go unnoticed by the media and Zara. Everyone could see that.
"Be a good boy." She chuckled then forcefully took her hand away from his and sauntered down to their table where her family are sitting.
The sit consist of them eight, Murad, Mujaddad, Mujahid, Fayha, Kauthar, Afrah and Amir. At least there are some familiar faces apart from the ones trying to make her fall with their eyes. Everyone is looking at her, some with admiration, some judging her while other are just envious. She learn to stop listening to what other people say long before then so their eyes did nothing to wipe away her smile. She is used to faking too!
"You did good up there and dare I say, you look extra beautiful." Amir complimented when she sat down next to him on the plush seafoam coloured chairs. They are comfortable, unlike the plastics used in many weddings.
"Why, thank you." She grinned then face her husband and another woman whilst swallowing a lump in her throat.
She doesn't want to be there!
Hiya!
How are you? Fine? I hope so and what do you think about our Kamu up there. Haha haha, I love It wallah
More drama peeps, BYE!
Aishatu❤️