I Am Able - S01 E57

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I Am Able - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

Fatimah

When I first met Yusuf, I had despised him not knowing he would someday be my husband. If I had knew, maybe I would not have despised him. Anyways, today was the day the knot was tied. A lot had happened in the past few days, I wish I could tell but let me save our time. Our wedding took place at Luxury Bay , a five star hotel in Minna. It was big and we had booked the entire hotel for all the ceremonies. People from different part of the world came to grace our wedding, and most of them were business tycoons too. Verily, many people were invited.

Politicians, armed forces officials, film actors and actresses also came. Truth be told, I liked how the events were planned and everything happened so fast that today; I would be taken straight to my husband’s house. It was a mix of both happiness and sadness. I was happy because I would finally be living with Yusuf, and sad because I would miss my parents. If you are married, you will know what I mean.

“Tears again?” Qudrah glared at me. “Haba!”

“But I am not crying!” I muttered with a sniff, not knowing what else to say to her. It wasn’t really the first time I had spoiled my makeup with tears, she must be tired with me already.

“Says someone in tears!” Jasmine chimed.

“Please you guys should leave my sister alone o!” Said Humairah, the wife of Ahmad Jaafar .

“Thanks Adda Humairah” I beamed at her, at least I had someone — so darling by my side.

“You are welcome, cute sis” She beamed back.

“Ohh, so you are supporting her ba?” Jasmine uttered as she wrinkled her thick dark brows.

“Eh, she’s supporting me din sai me?” I pouted.

“Quiet, jhor!” Qudrah knocked my head.

And before I could give her hand a slap, I was interrupted by a sudden sound by the door. It was Yusuf’s elder sister, Jasraa. “What is this? I thought you guys have finished already fa!”

“No, but almost done” Humairah replied her.

“Not almost o!” Qudrah chimed in. “And also, we would have to re–do her makeup for her again because tears have blemished this one”

“Abeg leave the makeup like that” Jasraa said.

“But why?” Qudrah queried.

“Because it is getting late, 7:30pm fa yanzu!” Jasraa said about leaving when she stopped. “Besides, we love our bride the way she is !” She smiled and left saying, “We are waiting”

“This woman with her problem” Qudrah said.

“No, she is right!” Humairah huffed. “After all, her face would be covered from here till she’s finally in her husband’s room . And I believe, Yusuf will touch her with or without makeup”

“Exactly” Qudrah busted into a laughter. And so also did Jasmine, to them it was funny. But to me it was factful , something I would face!

Immediately I was done getting dressed, I was taken out of my room to my mother’s room. It was there I received many Nasiha from her. I really cried, and she cried too. Thus, she bade me goodbye and before I knew it, I was taken downstairs to my father in the sitting room. I had thought he would be more cool but I was wrong because his words were more hurtful.

After that, I was taken to the convoy that was waiting for me outside… with people singing and clapping. I could hear securities trying to control the crowd. We kept walking until we eventually reached our car, Humairah sat by my left and Qudrah sat by my right. It was a nice arrangement, with Jasmine in the front with the driver. I so much wanted to take off the veil they covered me with but they refused to let me do that, saying only when I am in my husband’s room should I do that. It was funny.

I wondered what kind of tradition it was, but whatever the case might be we would reach our destination soon or wouldn’t we? Indeed, we would. By the way, my parents’ words kept ringing in my head. In fact, I was beginning to be scared of marriage already. How could I be able to submit to the full will of my husband? Does that mean I would have to try? Well, no problem. I would definitely try my best, after all marriage is sacrifice… as well as devotion.

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The drive to Yusuf’s house was longer than I had expected, probably because of our slow drive. And just as we arrived, we all alighted and headed into the house with our escorts. I was still with my veil but I could point all the people around me judging from their voices. They kept singing and clapping until they took me upstairs to a room. “Finally!” Qudrah said with a sigh. “I’m hungry sef” She complained.

Yes, and why wouldn’t she be hungry?

After all, she’s a well-known glutton!

The room seemed to be crowded with many people, all snapping pictures with me – even though my head was well covered. Thus, as the noise became much Humairah told them to excuse us, leaving the four of us. Yes, me, her, Qudrah and Jasmine. Even so, they told me not to uncover my head. And while I was patiently waiting for the right time to come, Yusuf salaamed into the room. Hence, I felt a strange beat in my heart. It had never in my life happened before. And before I knew it, Qudrah and the rest bade me… goodnight .

“You people are wicked” I heard Yusuf said.

“And what have we done?” Humairah asked.

“You told those silly girls guarding the door not to let me in till I pay N300,000” He said.

“What, no fa!” Humairah said. “Or did we?”

“Yes, I told them to!” Qudrah said. And that was how they kept talking until eventually they left, thus the room became very silent.

“Better open your face” Yusuf sarcastically said. “Or do you want me to do it for you?”

Nay!

I shook my head.

I was even tired of the veil so I took it off.

“Now you are talking!” He smiled taking off the babban riga he wore, leaving the inner one. Actually, he looked handsome as usual. “We should pray all our missed prayers and then eat and… you know the rest” He smiled.

Well, I didn’t say anything to him…

I just kept looking at his handsome face.

After taking off his shoes, he headed into the bathroom and performed ablution before he came out and asked me to go and do the same. Thus, I did as he said and together we prayed and ate a very delicious fried rice and chicken.

Now what?

I asked myself looking at him.

He also looked at me as well but with a smile. And why was he always smiling at me today? “Let me take all these outside” He said as he packed the leftover of what we ate out of the room. I thought he would come back but he didn’t, and when I started feeling sleepy… I took off my gown and wore my nightwear.

If he comes back, he can wake me up.

But God, was I even ready for this?

I hadn’t even done it before!

I slept of thinking about a lot of things.

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