I Am Able - S01 E56

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I Am Able - S01 E56

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

Yusuf

A lot had happened in the past few months but Alhamdulillah, things were now going great. Fatimah and I have settled, and very soon we would be getting married to each other. You know, if a woman really loves a man, she would always forgive him for his sins especially if she’s very understanding.

As for Aminah, she had ran to her uncle’s house but for the sake of the love I had for Farzanah, I began visiting them there. Her uncle was the understanding type, he had welcomed me with his two hands. Aminah thought I would hurt her that day but why should I touch her? If I touch her, it would be a shame for me… and what would our daughter say? Daddy once beat mummy?

Today I was at work when Aminah’s uncle called me over to his house. “Sorry, I know you’re busy but this is important!” He said.

“Okay sir” I said, cherishing Farzana’s hair. She’d ran over to me immediately I arrived.

“Good, it’s about Aminah. Our family house over there in Jigawa wants her to marry so badly and Aminah have been complaining that men aren’t staying, and it is because of Farzana ” He said not minding the girl was present. “So, I suggest you should marry…”

“No sir, I can’t marry Aminah!” I intruded.

“But why?” He wrinkled his brows.

“Wait a minute!” I said to him as I turned to Farzana. “Sweetheart, go to mummy okay?”

“No, daddy…” She said holding me tightly.

“Please Farzana, I’ll meet you there” I said.

“But daddy I want to stay!” She whined.

“Then I won’t buy you candy” I said as she quickly withdrew from me and ran away.

“Nice trick” Aminah’s uncle said smiling.

“Hmm, she loves candy you know” I said.

“Okay, so… about Aminah!” He said.

“Hmm!” I cleared my throat and continued. “I know why I can’t marry Aminah. First our genotypes are incompatible, second I have someone already, and third I don’t love her”

“You don’t love who?” He wrinkled a brow.

“I don’t love Aminah” I repeated my words.

“And then you slept with her?” He asked.

Just then, I heaved a sigh…

“Sir, you are a man. You ought to know that love and lust are not the same . What I had for Aminah was pure lust not love” I uttered.

My words seemed to have touched him…

Thus, he huffed and nodded his head twice.

“Alright then, I would tell them to search for someone for her over there” He said and left upstairs with displeasure written in his face.

Ya Salam! I sighed as I gently pulled out my phone from my pocket and called Aminah. “I’m leaving, meet me in the parking space”

“I am busy, cooking you know…” She said.

“Just come, and with Farzana!” I hanged off.

That was how I went outside and patiently waited for them by my car. They came out soon afterwards. And like always, Farzana asked me to open the door for her to enter which I promptly did. After all, I wanted a privacy with her mother. “Farzana, do not spoil anything in that car o!” I warned her.

“I won’t!” She said with her pitched voice.

“Better!” I said, and then turned to Aminah with a sigh. “Your uncle told me everything”

“About what?” She asked.

Hence, we moved a little bit from the car.

“About your suitors” I responded.

“Mtsww, those idiots! They don’t like a lady with a kid, and I can not lie about my child” She said folding her arms across her chest.

“Lying isn’t the best because even if you lie, they would eventually know the truth. You have already exposed yourself the day you went and did that interview” I said angrily.

“I am sorry” She said with her face down.

“Yes, you should be!” I said and continued. “You thought doing things your own way is going to help you now look at you. Aminah wallahi if not for the sake of Allah, and for Farzana, I would have punish you for what you did because you really hurt me badly!”

“I am so sorry, forgive me…” She said about kneeling down when I held her shoulders, I didn’t want Farzana’s attention to be on us. The little girl was playing with the steering.

“I have forgiven you already…” I said taking my hands off her shoulders. “I believe Allah has a reason for letting that happened, but I won’t be merciful if you try it again wallahi”

“I won’t” She sniffed blinking off the tears in her eyes. “I promise not to ever try it again”

“Good” I huffed and continued. “In case you find a suitor again someday, make sure you don’t let him hurt my daughter. I wish I can take her away from you but I can’t do that. I want her to get the mother care she deserve, then in the future she can make her choice”

“Thank you” She said and sniffed again.

“You are welcome. Please take care of her, I won’t be happy if anything happens to her. She can’t be my child and then not get what she want, no. Anything she needs, tell me. I would try my best, okay?” I uttered and she nodded. “Good. As for you, please don’t rely fully on what I am sending you. After all It’s for both you and Farzana. Find something doing since you don’t want to further your education. Or you know what? Find a shop, price it and tell me the kind of business you would like to start. I would pay for the shop and then fill it up for you, okay? Just do it!”

“Thank you” She said in what seemed like a whisper. Thus, she busted into tears of joy?

And that caught Farzana’s attention.

“Hey, why the tears?” I wrinkled a brow.

“Nothing” She sniffed. “I am just happy”

“Hmm, okay then” I muttered.

“You are kindhearted. I pray our daughter should be like you as she grow!” She said.

“Ameen!” I said and turned to Farzana who stayed mute with her eyes fixed at us. “Hey, come here kiddo…” I said to her. Hence, she ran over to us and we took our last picture together. Actually, that was my last picture with Aminah. And after the picture, I bade them goodbye and gently drove back home.

” Ango ka sha mai !”

I was surprisingly welcomed by my sister as soon as I stepped my feet in our mansion. It was a very big surprise, actually, because… I didn’t know she was coming back from Egypt today. I had to hug her, I had missed her a lot.

“Don’t break me please o!” She teased me.

“I just missed you!” I said holding her tight.

And just then, a strong hand held me and pulled me gently away from her. It was her husband, Anwar Mukhtar, thus I found my head leaning on his broad chest . “We also missed you, bro” He said in his arab accent.

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