ABUJA, NIGERIA.
The day Amani dreaded has arrived in full force which makes her think whether the twenty one days really did happen or she was just dreaming but it was no dream when she woke up and saw Mika'il's new babban riga sitting on the couch in their room where she's neatly kept it the night before. She wanted to wake up from whatever nightmare that she has going on but no, the reality hit her just as hard in the face like it did when she heard the news. She can't even point out the reason why she needs to wake up, she wants to sleep the whole day.
Standing up from the bed, taking in her naked body, she can't help releasing the smile that embedded her face. They spent the whole night in each others arms, talking, kissing, laughing and making love. She's loved every moment they spent in each other's arms. He wouldn't let her go even when her stomach grumbled, he demand wanting her in his arms for the whole night which is what happened seeing Anaan was dead tired to interrupt.
Sighing, she made her way to the bathroom to take a hot long shower for the day ahead. Though they are not going to bring the bride that day, she is going to the dinner that night. Like they'd planned with her girlfriends, she didn't go to the event that happened the day before. She spent her whole day with her daughter then with Amir and Afrah when they came. They went to take some ice cream and ate dinner while making jokes around.
Thirty minutes into her bath, the door opened showing her drowsy husband in his sweatpants. He gave her a once over then gaze back to her eyes seeing it shine under the shower. The glass shower is left open so he could see her complete figure, she is never insecure about herself. She gave him a lopsided smile, he knew something was wrong with her. And if what he knows about his wife is anything to go by, then she is having trouble accepting what is going to happen soon.
He felt his heart giving a constricting squeeze in his chest making him stumble to where she is standing. Her shoulders are slumped, she looks defeated, something he's never seen with her. She has always been strong, fierce and daring so seeing her giving up is just not right. Maybe it is just finally hitting her now that it is going to happen just few hours ago. He swallowed a hard, painful lump in his throat then made his way to her.
Gathering her in his arms, he didn't bother removing his sweatpants and only let her know that she will always have him by her side. No matter what happens, their love is always going to survive through all the thorns. This is their test and they are going to pass with flying colours, he knows that but how can he assure his jealous wife so? Any woman would be jealous knowing her husband is adding another wife, then again, theirs is a different story since none of them want that.
Ten more minutes passed, the water turning colder with each passing moment but none of them made any attempt to move back, instead, she tightened her hold on him like he is about to disappear if she let him go. She didn't cry, she doesn't feel like wasting her tears anymore so she just let him hold her for much longer, they could do that before he gets tied to another woman. She can't believe how things are going to change after it happens, she don't want that.
Some days ago, Zara's family came to dump her furniture in the rooms and living room downstairs. Bushra takes upstairs while Zara take the three bedrooms down stairs, two living rooms and a kitchen. She saw the expensive items arranged in the rooms, living room, kitchen and dining, she didn't utter a word. Now everything will be uncomfortable for her. She will have to take all her friends upstairs, everything.
"Are you okay now?" His teeth chatter due to the cold, he turned off the shower to let it rest for some minutes before turning it back on. The water is now much warmer than it was minutes ago.
"Perfect, just a little overwhelmed." She smiled into his naked chest, tracing his smooth chest hair with her index finger. Nothing her husband's hug won't fix, she is fine.
"Please don't think too much about it. Just know that I love you and will always love you alone." He kissed her forehead and when he couldn't resist her bare body plastered against his, he took her lips in a passionate kiss.
And just like that, they went back to bed again to devour each other. They only move away from each other embrace when they saw Anaan's monitor beeping from above them. Amani wrapped the sheet around her ignoring her perverted husband on the bed as he keeps trying to flirt her back to bed again, that man will be the end of her. Well, it's not like she is going to complain if he really is going to be the end of her. She'd love every moment spent with him.
Making her way to her daughter's room, she cooed then gave her a bath, it was a hard task to do having a gigantic sheet around you. She did just that then dressed her in a lion onesie to make her feel warmer, the day is chilly.
Lying her daughter down on the bed with no sight of her husband, she made her way to the bathroom to take another bath. She found him there in the middle of his own bath so with the bathroom door opened to help her hear her daughter's wails when it started, she took bath thanking God her hair was pleated day before by Afrah. They walked out of the bathroom together wrapped in white towels. She cooed at her daughter again then changed into an onyx set of sweats before making her way out to the room with her daughter to go make something for them.
Mika'il will leave the house around one in the afternoon which is only an hour from now. The wedding fatiha takes place one thirty, she is not looking forward to the next few hours at all. He will be wedded to another woman, not any other woman, but the one trying to compete with her even before she settles her feet in their home. She hates Zara, that is no a secret to anyone close to her. Forgetting about the fact that she is her co-wife, she is also a stupid brat who wants competition, Amani will definitely give her that.
"You cook the best meals out there. I am never going to eat something like yours, not even my mom could cook like you. You know I'm not kidding right, I love it when you cook for me and especially food this amazing." Amani giggled knowing the man rambles whenever he eats something he likes. A trait his daughter is slowly catching onto, she babbles whenever she enjoys her breast milk or cereal.
"Keep quite before you bring it right out." She continue to eat her famous spaghetti and barbeque chicken wings. At that rate, she doesn't even know her husband's favorite food, he loves it all.
"I'm not kidding. You are supposed to say, Why, thank you, Maan." He rolled his eyes and try feeding his daughter some of the spaghetti which earned him a hit on the thigh from his wife.
"You look good, like a fool." She grinned up at him though you could see she is not really happy about what is happening, she had to admit he looks good though.
He is already wearing his white babban riga with brown embroidery like the Zannah Bukar cap bowing on his head. His feet are encased in a brown Louis Vuitton Hockenheim men's shoes. She just can't take her eyes off his figure that is looming over her, he looks handsome. Her husband, soon to be their husband, not hers alone now. How can she be able to bear this heartache knowing in their home, they need to share it? Just a year and some months into her marriage, she is already awaiting a rival.
"I know you're jealous. And you know how I will look more good? If you change into that cloth I asked you to wear, we going to rock some photos. I should go and get Anaan dressed. Be ready before I come back." And he left, leaving her with a small smile gracing her lips which she can't wipe off.
No matter what she is going through, she won't show him how difficult it is for her to face the reality. It is already a burden that he has to marry that woman he doesn't like, she can't add to his piling burden. Though he is trying to act tough, she could see right through his façade. All he wants to do is lie down on the bed with her and continue to talk endless. They always have topics to talk about, no matter what time is it or for how long she forgot to go outside.
But she is afraid that he is a man, he won't be able to resist woman's charms especially women like Zara. Amani feels like the woman has clutches and the way she is trying to confidently compete with her is making her anxious. What is she to expect when he starts falling for that wrench? Well, she will do one thing, not let him fall for her no matter what.
She will make sure she doesn't even get an ounce of like in his heart.
She shook her head and went ahead to go change into the said brown lace he asked her to wear. She sew it some days back wanting to wear it when they are bringing her co wife, that is the next day but since he wants her to wear it probably because he wants them to match, she will. She will post that photo and rub it on people's face, she will wish him luck when he is about to leave and take the video of it. She will show them just how strong she is and is willing to go to any extent with her husband.
The lace is sewn into a tiered one, absolutely unique, she has seen no one with something like that. She wanted to try something new and it turned out to be a perfection, she loved the outcome. While the blouse is in flared two tiered blouse, tiered sleeves and off shoulder neckline. She looks beautiful, the brown colour and golden along with slight cream made her tan skin glow. She's always known that brown is her colour, with her favorite, ruby.
Done with that, she tried tying the head tie in turban, that too came out perfectly. She looks beautiful with the pleats she managed to make even though it's hard thing to do with lace, she managed. She slipped some golden accessories around her ears, neck, wrist and fingers. She intentionally didn't wear gold for any of Zara's event and thought she will do that the day Zara is supposed to enter her home but she's changed her mind. She doesn't want to show her husband's wealth or her father's, she don't have to.
As soon as she slipped her feet into her new golden Louis Vuitton scarpin, she saw her husband and daughter walking in. Yes, he gave her the dannan kirji boxes given to first wives when another one is coming. She didn't want to but her mother in-law forced her to collect it, she said 'at least you get to have more clothes' and for someone like her who loves clothes, she accepted. She loves new things, new clothes, many clothes.
"And I thought you looked stupid first. Look how much fire you girls are creating here." Mika'il looked at his daughter and wife like he was helpless which makes her laugh, her daughter following lead without knowing the cause and laughed too.
She is wearing box pleated brown skirt and white shirt, matching both her father and mother. Amani felt like her chest is about to burst out through her chest in joy. It is times like this that makes her regret more and more of her childish antics, they would've been this happy for forever. Well, the deed has been done and she needs to pass this test and sulking won't help her pass through it at all. She needs to be brave like her husband.
"Let's take a mirror one first." And they stood in front of the floor length mirror in the room, each with wide smiles.
Mika'il is holding Anaan with his right hand while his left one is draped on his wife's shoulder, flushing her into him like he wants them to be one. She grinned and kept taking shots of them with her new phone, which she is sure will make people go crazy. After those small pictures, short videos that she sent straight to her Instagram and Snapchat, they were done. She beamed then moved to place Anaan on the bed to take it alone with her husband.
"Oops, I've always known that you love me more than you love her. I'm I right?" He gloated, making her cackle and shake her head in negative answer, eliciting a pout from him.
Seeing a full grown man pouting churned something deep in her stomach, she should push it away. He only has thirty more minutes to be in the mosque and then he will be tied to another woman, she should let him go. It is finally time to accept that she is going to share him with another person.
After taking more mirror selfies and normal selfies, they took Anaan and made their way out of the house. She saw the maid her mother in-law sent the day before to help her with the arrangements and showed her how to take pictures. She gave her the phone before sitting on the chair outside in their small garden. They took some with Anaan while the others all alone to keep memories about their own moments on his wedding day.
"C'mon, sit on my laps." He took her waist, not waiting for her to protest and place her on his thighs. The maid didn't stop clicking with a wide smile etched on her face. She loves love, and they are the epitome of best lovers she's ever come across. He is clearly smitten by his wife which makes her wonder why he wants to marry.
Men!
And just like that, he left to get married with a smooching kiss sent to her lips. He looks like he'd rather be there with her fooling around the phone than be any other place. She gave him a reassuring nod and smile which he returned before settling into his white car, the one she has already used. And then he was gone, to get married to the President's daughter, to bring a co wife for her, another partner, another wife, another housemate.
She hates this!
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