Chapter 31: Four
BK 2 chapter 4
~**2 years later**~
It had been six years now since Yusuf had left me but the memories of us together, I still held it to my heart. It could never be stolen.
It hurt so much that sometimes, I thought of killing myself because the pain was too much but I'd to be strong for my son- Abdullah.
I loved my son so much; he and Abdulrahman had become my source of happiness and my joy.
Since Yusuf's death, I have been in control of his company and Zaid's company. I merged both together and changed the name.
I was the CEO of the company and my company was the number one and the main source of income to the country. The company had expanded and blossomed. It had many quarters in a different part of the world.
I was not that weak girl again. I became fearless that both males and females were afraid to face without nearly shitting themselves. It was rare to see me speak or laugh only with my close relatives.
I dressed in my long A-shape skirt, pink shirt with my pink cape. I strode out of the house with my clutch bag to my personal car and drove off to the office.
I put on my strong facade outside like I was not dying inside.
My strong mask was on. I'd become a chess master in the business world.
After the death of Yusuf, I've taken an online class, having my Bsc in business before doing my masters. I achieved my long dream to study and I'd acquired it yet not all because he wasn't with me through all.
Abdulrahman was always by my side, always there for me. I'd also started my therapy session because of my suicidal attempts but I didn't think it was working because I still cried myself to bed and had a series of nightmares.
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"Good afternoon ma'am, Abdullahi is with his dad," the caretaker said while collecting my overall coat. I only nodded and went to the terrace. I didn't talk or smile much except with my babies- Abdulrahman and abdullahi.
I called out my five years old boy. "Abdullahi, momma is back" I laughed. Alhamdulillah for having him, he was my morenikeji* and remilekun*. (My second half* and Ease my cries*).
"Momma, momma hide me. Dada wants to catch me"' he grinned, hiding behind me.
"Where are you?" I heard Abdulrahman teasing voice calling from a near distance.
"Did you see that little cupcake?" Abdulrahman asked in a singing voice.
I shook my head, "no, I've not..." I was cut off by my boy, coming out of his hiding place.
"Momma, you are lying but you said..." he said while pointing an accusing finger to me.
"I'm sorry bibi. Momma's sorry. Momma was hiding you away from this man" I pouted, downcasting my eyes.
"Momma doesn't cry, momma, please. Bibi is a bad boy" my little boy said with remorse contouring his face.
I laughed out loud, what I'd not done for years- happy tears welled up in my eyes.
"It's okay baby, momma forgives you," I said hugging him.
"Momma here," he said pointing to his left cheek for me to peck it.
"No way boy" I grumbled.
"Yes, way momma. Momma angry?" he mumbled silently.
"No" I shook my head.
"Here," he pointed to his cheek.
"Okay"
I knelt then pecked him on his cheek and he retaliated.
"Happy birthday S," Abdulrahman said behind me.
"Momma birthday today" he yelled excitedly.
"Oh, thank you so much my boys," I said happily.
"Wow!, I can't believe I'm now 27 years old. I feel so old" I laughed lightly while Abdulrahman chuckled.
"S you are not getting old. You need to move on and search for another man. You are still young." He said gently, staring at me intensely while I lowered my gaze.
"I should search for a man?" I asked skeptically while he nodded affirming my suspicion.
"Yes," he voiced out.
I saw my boy looking at us confusedly and I tried to hold myself together not to break down, "Bibi, inside!" I said sternly while he ran inside without looking back.
I faced Abdulrahman with tears glistened eyes, "Tell me, what type of man is going to marry me for who I am not what I am? Or marry a broken weak abused widow girl plus a baby?"I asked in a high tone, feeling frustrated.
We'd talked about this many times, but he seemed not to let go of it.
"You are not weak S. You are strong. Look at you, here you are with your boy happily." He mumbled softly, staring at when Abdullah ran to.
"No one could love me like him and I still love my husband". I choked on tears. My strong wall was cracking. "No one could understand me like him" I sniffled.
"S he's gone." I flinched as he said it."I don't say that you don't love your husband but please do give another man a chance".
"Then will you marry me?" I asked softly, nibbling on my lips furiously.
He didn't even skip a second before he said 'yes'.
"Okay, I want to but please give me time to think about it and say my last goodbye." I murmured, wiping the tears stain on my face.
"Okay, I understand. Take your time" he smiled slightly at me.
I needed to move on but I hoped I was not making a mistake of remarrying.
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About Sophia's age, she was married at the age of eighteen. After some months of making him regret his decision. She fell in love with him and that was when Zainab appeared. She was nineteen when she was kidnapped by her; she used two weeks with her before she was taken by her manic father -Zain. She was abused for 9 months by that time she was 20 years. She was rescued and stayed in a coma for 15 days, and therapy sessions for a year. She got pregnant at the age of 21 and gave birth at the age of 22, plus her son's age. She is 27.
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