I Am Able - S01 E24

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I Am Able - S01 E24

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

Fatimah.

“And that reminds me, has Yusuf called you yet?” Qudrah quarried as she put on one of my hijabs, about to pray Asr. She had been in our house since in the morning. “Fatimah, I am asking you…”

“Go and ask him!” I snapped at her.

And that made her to scornfully laugh at me. “Don’t you worry, okey? School is resuming soon, In Shaa Allah” She said.

“Nonsense!” I rolled my eyes at her and left the room. She loved looking for my trouble, especially when the thought of Yusuf bounced into her head. I didn’t know why she desperately wanted Yusuf and I to be in a relationship, and what would I even do with a bad guy? I mulled over as I gently walked downstairs and sat in the living room.

Talking about bad guys, here comes the one in our house. I gulped as I gave him a glare. It was my cousin, the impotent Munir you all know about… and he was walking over to where I was. “Hello to the Queen Of Boobs” He uttered smiling.

And that reminded me my veil wasn’t in my body. Actually, I was so used to packing my hair in a ponytail using my veil whenever I was at home. Thus, I quickly untie the veil and cover my body with it. “You’re bad, Munir” I said.

“Bad?” He sat on the opposite armchair. “I am not bad for saying the truth, dear”

“Must you say it?” I glared at him.

“Well,” He smirked. “It’s a bit surprise that your breasts have grown this big”

“And what’s your business?” I asked.

“My business is I want to know the type of cream you used in making them big so that I can purchase it for my fiancée too” He uttered smiling mischievously.

“Mtsww, wallahi Munir I really pity Khadija Sidi Aliyu if you are the man she wants to get married to” I said.

“Well, she is…” He was saying when my mother from nowhere yelled my name.

“Fatimah, have you prayed?” She asked.

“Yes, mum!” I responded.

“Okey, go and get yourself prepared. Your father is about leaving already” She said and headed back upstairs.

Honestly, today was the day my father planned to visit the CEO of Zaki Group — Ahmad Jaafar Zaki, and my mother insisted I must follow him. She said if she can not give birth to a male child for him, she would not let him chose Munir as the successor of his company.

Just as I stood about going upstairs to my room, Munir said something that touched me. “You can never be able to deliver the service a male child can!”

His words touched me but I pretended like it didn’t at all. “Maybe you should ask why we are going to visit Ahmad Jaafar Zaki. It’s because Jasraa, the CEO of DAF Limited is too powerful for my father and all his board members. And do you know how old she is?” I queried.

“26, and I know her more than you do. She has a Masters Degree, while you on the other hand have nothing!” He said.

“I have my father’s company, and I do not need any qualification to prove how worthy and able I am to rule it” I said.

“We shall see!” He groaned.

“Yes, we shall see!” I eyed him and left.

When I salaamed into my room I saw Qudrah already preparing for home. I smiled at how chubby she was but yet wearing tight clothes. For men or for what? I had always wondered about it.

I prepared myself as well, and together we went downstairs… where I saw my father already frustrated. “Here she is, I told you she’s almost done” My mother said smiling. “And that is her friend…”

“Following us too?” My father queried.

“No Alhaji, she’s going home. Munir will take her home” She said while smiling.

“What?!” I wrinkled my brows.

“Yes!” My mother said and told me to hurry up before my father change his mind. I wasn’t really happy with her decision, how could she entrust the safety of my friend in the hands of an impotent? Perhaps she didn’t know Munir and what he was capable of.

“Don’t follow him” I whispered into Qudrah’s ear and glanced at Munir who inturn smiled evilly at me. “He’s bad”

“Don’t worry” Qudrah said and thus we bade each other goodbye before I trailed my father to his car outside.

It was a silent drive to Ahmad Jaafar Zaki’s residence, a very big mansion with securities guarding every part of the house. The parking lot housed so many classic cars, the likeness of Yusuf was there as well. SUVs and… OMG, this man loved cars! To my scrutiny, they were 12 in number. All black in colour.

“Welcome, Alhaji Aliyu Bulama” The tall handsome and very fair Ahmad uttered just as we were both ushered into his mansion. “I literally thought you were no longer coming, sir” He shook hands with my father while smiling broadly.

“I am sorry, some circumstances can be quite extraordinary” My father smiled.

“It is okey” He said and called a very beautiful pregnant woman to get us something to eat. Actually, she was his wife and her name was Humairah. He introduced us to each other and told us his other wife, Rania had traveled to Lagos to see her family. “Feel free, Fatimah. Your father is like a father to me as well. He was my father’s course mate. They both studied business…”

“Thank you, sir” I gave him a smile.

“You are welcome” He smiled back.

Thence, Humairah asked me to follow her to her chamber which was in the second floor. “Let us give them space, shall we?” She said, and as hopeless as I was I followed her. Actually, I wanted being involved in the business talk too.

Immediately we were in her chamber, my eyes landed on three beautiful kids watching cartoon on DStv. They were not just kids, they were triplets and looked like Humairah. Though, they weren’t dark but very fair like Ahmad.

“Your kids?” I asked.

“Yes” She said and asked them to greet me. Verily, they looked so much alike!

“Good evening, ma!” They chorused.

“Evening” I said imagining the power of Allah. If only they were all mine, Oh God I would be the happiest on earth!

“Come, my sister” Humairah held my hand and took me to a very big room. It was her room, and there we sat on her bed and started gisting each other about ourselves. Actually, she was 25 and a holder of Degree in Economics Education. “I am presently teaching in Rose International School. And you?”

“I clocked 19 few months back, and I am presently in 100 level at Zulu College studying business…” I said.

“Nice, and I wish you all the best” She said and asked me furthermore about myself and thence my family. She said she had never seen my father before. “Not even on TV wallahi, my sister”

“Hmm, that’s because he doesn’t like to be seen on TV like that. His aides are the ones always coming up on TV” I said.

“Ahmad also doesn’t like going on media like that. Even the upcoming interview that we would be having with W-----d Tv, it is because of our company’s 35th anniversary if not he wouldn’t have even signed for it” She said, thus asked if I would be able to come to the anniversary. “It is next week, my sister”

“I will try and come, In Shaa Allah” I said. Just then, we exchanged contact with each other. “Thank you so much”

“For what?” She asked.

“Being so nice to me” I said.

“It’s my pleasure” She smiled.

I was very happy the fact that she was so kind to me, she even took me as her own sibling. I never knew I would have a replacement for Adnan so far whom I thought would be a sibling I never had.

When it was time for me and my father to go home, she and Ahmad escorted us to our car and bade us goodbye. When my mother heard the whole story, she smiled and told me to get some rest.

“But mum, why didn’t I know about Ahmad Jaafar Zaki before?” I asked.

“That’s because their family are something else” She said and then gestured to me to leave her room.

“Hmm, alright then” I smiled and left.

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