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A HAPPY MARRIED LIFE – Episode 7

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EPISODE 7
Kudrah smiled at Bashirah after the tasty meal she had, no doubt this young lady who her brother had married is a very good cook. She had come over to pay the couple a visit but met her brother’s absence.
“Does he go out every weekend?” she asked and Bashirah smiled, she know better than to expose her hubby secret, she thought.
“No, he went out for an important work and he would have been back if I had call him but you don’t want me to.” Bashirah said to her sister in law.
“Okay, I hope everything is fine?” Kudrah asked, she is still scared her brother might ignore his young wife completely.
Suleiman was very surprised to see his youngest sister and wondered why she had come.
“You should have called me.” He said to his wife lovingly and Bashirah smiled and welcome her husband warmly. She is use to such treatments.
“I told her not to. Your apartment is nice and you are not looking bad either.” Kudrah pointed out.
“Alihamdulilah. My wife is really taking care of me.” He said and put his hand around his wife waist.
Kudrah watched the couple keenly and observed both seem comfortable in each other’s company and she left with a joyful heart. Her brother happily married, she thought.
Bashirah parked infront of a boutique and looked at her friend Munawarah, she was her best friend and course mate . she had plead with her friend to take her to the boutique as she is getting married in two weeks and even a blind man can feel she is preparing seriously for the wedding.
“One hour. ” Bashirah reminded her friend. It is almost six in the evening and she need to go home to prepare dinner even though she know her husband barely touched her food these days.
“Okay Madam, but wont you go in with me?” Munawarah asked her friend who shook her head , she has enough already. She still have several unused clothes and her husband still buy her at least two clothes weekly.
“Yes, we know you are a big man’s wife, but at least you can help a friend to choose some clothings, lingerie especially. ” Munawarah persuaded and winked at her friend.
“All those types that you put on for Uncle S to keep him from going during the weekends, “ She added with smiles and her friend sighed
“If only he notices.” She said to herself but her friend heard her.
“What do you say and don’t even lie about it because I heard you clearly.” Munawarah asked
“I am saying….. you know my husband returned home very late.” Bashirah started thinking on what to say to keep her marital issues a secret. Everyone think she is happily married .
“Yes, then” Munawarah asked,
“yes, so,….. he is always too tired to even look at me.” Bashirah said and watched her friend opened her eyes wide in surprise.
“Probably, you are not putting on the right clothings.” Munawarah said, her elder sisters had given her so much lectures about marriage.
“Really? Do you mean he might not look at me because I am not dressing well?” she asked with interest and her friends nodded.
“ Home wears should be shorts, backless, charming tops and gowns , seductive under wears, nighties, try them all and thank me later” Munawarah said
“Really?” Bashirah asked , now she understand the reason for all those short gowns her husband buys for her often. She do wear them and cover them up as soon as he enters.
“Yes, do you have some cash to spare for shopping?” Munawarah asked and Bashirah nodded. Her weekly allowance is more than a token.
“then you need some shopping even more than me.” Her friend said and dragged her into the boutique. It was Bashirah’s first time there but her friend seem to know her way about the boutique. They bought a lot of garments and Bashirah could not wait to go back home to wear them all.
Suleiman returned home from the Masjid to eat breakfast and leave for his usual weekend outing.
“is the food ready?” he asked as he sat down on the sofa to read the newspaper while his wife served breakfast.
“Almost ready.” Bashirah replied as she served breakfast and wondered if Sulleiman noticed her gown but he was engrossed the newspaper he was reading. He had not even noticed her for a week but she is determined to continue until he do so.
“Breakfast is ready.” She said.
“Okay.” He said and went over to the dining table for his food. He stood staring at her for a while unknown to Bashirah who was busy dishing out his food. She looked so different, her gown was a short one, a little above her knee which reveal a part of her thigh and spotless legs, she smelt nice too.
Bashirah looked up and realized he had been staring at her and she smiled .
“Your food.” She said and he nodded. He then sat down and ate his food secretly looking at her as she eat. Even though she know she was being watched, she tried not to show any action, all she did was concentrating on her breakfast!!!
To be continued ins sha Allah

Episode 8
a family gathering , everyone was invited , Suleiman’s parents were very happy to see every member of the immediate family : their children and their spouses and their grandchildren. It is has been so long that they have everyone of them together under the same roof.
Hadrah, the first daughter and the second child was the first to arrive ,with her husband Usman and their three children, Abdul Baqi, Abdul samad and Abdul Sabur. It was really a surprise visit and her mother was so happy.
“You never inform us of your coming.” Her mother asked
“We decided to make it a surprise . “ Hadrah replied
Kudrah the second daughter and the last child was the next to arrive two hours after with her husband Abdulkadir and their daughter , khadijah. It was a double surprise and joy.
“Ma Sha Allah. Did you two planned this visit?” their mother asked and both daughters laughed .
Hassan the one of their third children, a twin arrived with his wife Hassanah and their twin children : Badir and Badirah , his twin Hussein arrived shortly after with his wife Husseinah and their twin children : Abdur Rahman and Rahma , the two brothers were so unique in their ways , apart from being identical twins , they got married to identical twins as well and gave birth to twins each who even though were not identical, look so much like , the four children look so much alike as if they were from the same parents .
“Now, I know you plan this visit.” Their Dad pointed out and they broke into laughter. It feel so good to be together once again.
“Alihamdulilah. What about bro and his wife? I cant wait to meet the new sister in law.” Hussein asked , he was not around during the nikkah .
“are they coming too?” their parents asked .
“Yes, we did. We will be here for a week ins sha Allah.” Hussein who was a medical doctor said.
“Ma sha Allah.” Their mother said , the house had been so empty without them.
Suleiman returned from the shopping mall and gave his wife some new set of clothes . He had been going shopping for her since the reunion was planned shopping for bags, shoes, clothes, hijabs ,jewelries for his wife . He want her to wear them all at the reunion in his parents house .
“What are all these?” Bashirah asked as he dropped the shopping bag on her bed and turned to leave quickly.
“what is all what?” he asked innocently and turned to look at her .
“You always buy me new clothes to wear and instruct me on how to wear them , you tell me what to wear when we go out , tell me what to wear and how to wear them. Why?” she asked , she was angry and there is no way she can keep the anger to herself anymore .
“What do you mean? I do all those you mentioned because I care . “ Suleiman said calmly.
“Really? You care of what people will say? What they will think? That I am not up to your standard ? That I am just a village girl “ Bashirah pointed out .
“Subuanallah! Why will I think like that? Where are all these coming from?” he asked , he had never seen her in such fury before……..

Episode 8 (cont’d)
Suleiman returned from the shopping mall and gave his wife some new set of clothes . He had been going shopping for her since the reunion was planned shopping for bags, shoes, clothes, hijabs ,jewelries for his wife . He want her to wear them all at the reunion in his parents house .
“What are all these?” Bashirah asked as he dropped the shopping bag on her bed and turned to leave quickly.
“what is all what?” he asked innocently and turned to look at her .
“You always buy me new clothes to wear and instruct me on how to wear them , you tell me what to wear when we go out , tell me what to wear and how to wear them. Why?” she asked , she was angry and there is no way she can keep the anger to herself anymore .
“What do you mean? I do all those you mentioned because I care . “ Suleiman said calmly.
“Really? You care of what people will say? What they will think? That I am not up to your standard ? That I am just a village girl “ Bashirah pointed out .
“Subuanallah! Why will I think like that? Where are all these coming from?” he asked , he had never seen her in such fury before……..77 ))
“You never care about my feelings indoor, yet you behaved like a perfect husband outdoor. You treat me like a second class citizen . Do you compare me with your ex wife?” Bashirah asked
“What?” Suleiman asked
“ofcourse, staying this long with you had taught me a lot . You married me just that you will be married and nothing more right? This is not what I want, this is not the type of marriage I dream of, if you cannot accept me this way, please pronounce a divorce and let me go back home. “ Bashirah said bluntly.
“Come on, you are just mad for no reason. I never said or think of you as all these? Please , let us talk about this when we come back home, please .” he said and moved closer to her to pacify her but bashirah moved away,
“No, we will discuss it now , let me know why exactly you marry me and if you want me to leave . “ she said to him and sat down on the king sized bed, that she had been sleeping all alone except when he crept in like a rat late at night. He sighed and followed the suit. They both sat down beside each other for a while , he swallowed hard and realised there is no way out except to talk.
“Misturah was her Name, she was my first love , we got married when we were very young. I love everything about her : her smiles, intellingence, her gait, everything you can think of .
We lived in South Africa . My family was against us getting married , but I went ahead anyway, I was so much in love . When I brought her home again the second time after our Nikkah, Mum was not happy, to her Misturah was the opposite of a good wife: she was rude, she could not help with any house chores, she slapped Hadrah, got into a fight with Kudrah, I always tried to get a reason for her actions, everyone complained about her but I love her , I really did, I don’t know why I did, I did seventy percent of the house chores: the cooking,cleaning , running errands. Even though she was lazy, she was caring, she gave me joy , happiness and comfort and we were very happy together. I broke ties with my family because of her , I could not stand their insults , she did not like them anyway, they didn’t call us and we didn’t either. We did not even know we were childless for five years ! When I was transferred back to Nigeria, she became bitter, I tried asking her what went wrong but she never confided in me . She left me for some months for her parents in the UK, she came back to plead for a divorce. I tried to make her see reason why we can make the marriage work but she want Talaq. I finally pronounced the divorce , she completed her iddah and left. Our marriage was seven years . She never gave me the reason why she left. After she left, I felt so sad, so alone , I couldn’t go back home. I put all my efforts and I got promotions on promotions, my family were not aware of my divorce until a year and half ago when I decided to returned back to Lagos from Abuja. They accepted me back without questions ,but still I could not forget about her , no matter how much I tried . “ he said , he looked at her, she was listening attentively and thus he continued.
“I was under pressure to get remarried , I was close to forty but no woman caught my fancy not even a bit . When I met you, I like you, you were pretty and very intelligent, just like Misturah and thus I asked for your hand . I still think of her a lot , hence my cold behavior towards , I am sorry, please don’t leave me . All what I buy for you is just to compensate you, I don’t know what to do other than this.” Suleiman plead and held her hands.
“Alright, “ she said , nodded and stood up to start packing . She took the shopping bags.
“We can go now. I will be ready in a few minutes, thanks for the clothes. “she said and flashed him a smile , he returned the smiles and wondered what was on her mind as she started to get undress .
“thanks.” She said again to him, he turned to look at her when he got to the door, she was in pink lingerie and was about to try one of the clothes he just got for her on.
He nodded and went to his room, to get ready as well. He could not stop thinking how lovely she looked In her lingerie……
To be continued ins sha Allah tomorrow

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