Za'afar

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He aimlessly type on his phone with a far away thought, he has everything ready but his Imbecile of a nephew has the guts to tell him to wait.

Who the hell does he think he is, he angrily slam his phone on the reading desk.

The click from the bathroom door interrupted his thoughts for a second.

"Tohhhh, Alhaji lafiya?" Hajiya Asiya asked about her husband's furious state as she tie on her bathrobe.

He ignored her and she asked again.

"Me ya faru" she asked sitting on the vanity.

"Wannan yaron ne mana" he huffed angrily.

"Wani yaro fa?"

"Wannnan banzan yaron za'afar mana"

She looked at her husband and sigh.

"Hhhm ashe kai da dan naka ne"

"Meye haka" he glared at her.

"You know, it's high time you let bygones be bygones" she stood up.

"Instead of you to calm me down you are aggravating me further" he picked his phone and head to the bed.

"It's the truth" she replied adjusting the quilt.

"Hold your filthy truth i don't want it" he snapped going to stands beside the bed, facing her.

"And it's all you're going to hear" her voiced reached an octave higher.

"Why do you like to push my buttons" now he was shouting.

"For the past five years you've been holding on to that patch of darkness, why won't you just let it go, it was her destiny and nothing could've stop it, she was meant to die that day........

" Don't!! Don't you dare" he blazed with fury "she died because of him" his voice boomed through "if Za'afar was their sooner she wouldn't have taken that ride and got into an accident which was the cost of her life!!! So don't you dare tell me it's destiny"

"And now all I want him to do was to put the plan to action, end this and move on, but his arrogant ass still tells me to wait on his mark, stupid boy" he mumbled snatching his pillow from the bed.

"Where are you going" she called.

"None of your business" kawu Lawan answered and on his way out.

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The sizzling wind flew with a natural rhythm of it's own as the leaves twiddle and the branches clasp with each other in the harmattan wind.

But the chaotic mess caused to the tree by the wind wasn't in comparison to what she's feeling.

She has become a servant of her feelings, for the last two months everything has been happening in a sequence of her trying and getting humiliated by him over and over again.

And like a moth to the flame she kept getting attracted to him instead of the opposite, perhaps she's going insane but she couldn't help but feel like this marriage has a lot to it, she was here for a purpose and a big part of her doesn't want to know why, but the miniscule curious part wants to know all of it.

And then there's her husband, he's such a mystery that she couldn't help but feel the urge to solve, unravel the veil of darkness in his world, make him see light again, that there's more to life than what he took it to be.

From the little she knew from hafsah, she knows he has lost his mother at a young age, and his father was as good as dead because part of him died with his deceased wife and he become like a hollow vessel living just for the sake of his sons.