My Life in Pieces✔️:#projectNigeria

Chapter Fourty-One

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Sometimes we need to visit the past to move on
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Aaryan's POV

Present day

"Common man. We have to go". Aaryan popped his head from the door.

"I'm coming!". I screamed back at him as I sprayed a perfume. It was my wedding day again. And I felt all giddy like it was my first time. I don't know if it's normal to feel this way.

I heard another knock on the room and I screamed "Oh boy you want make I hit your eye".(guy. Do you want me to hit your eye?). I turned to see the person walk in calmly.

Bloody hell!!!

"Good morning Sir". I prostrated before him.

"Ah ah ah ah ah. Let's give tradition a break for once and not ruin your outfit". He said while guiding me up.

I sat on the bed which he sat and then he clasped his hands. He was already dressed up with his perfectly ironed kaftan and well polished shoes. When I was little I always wondered how he always looked so clean. If he comes from work I'll run to him to confirm if my reflection could still show on his shoe the way it did in the morning and it always did.I guess somethings never change.

"You're going into a higher stage in life. This is the stage where most people today want to get to but failed miserably due to one thing or the other". He stopped and cleared his throat.

"I always knew you and that girl would be a perfect match. Thank you for accepting my proposal. You're were very foolish though". I cringed at the word foolish.

"But then. Mistake is a price to pay for being human. If you hadn't made that mistake you wouldn't have valued her the way you do right now. I know it may be too late to say this to you but son. No matter what, don't raise your hand at her. It lowers your esteem. Always make time for her and your child. Love them, cherish them, give them your best. They are your world and without them you wouldn't have been where you are today. And lastly,  don't forget to pray, pray when you are weak. Pray when you're tired. Pray when you have no one to talk to". He sobbed. I look up to see my father, a strong man cry.  I was shocked and didn't know what to do. Don't get me wrong but I've never seen him cry. NEVER!.

"Dad... Dad.. I". I sounded like a recording. I didn't sound like myself anymore.

"I look stupid right?". He chuckled as he dried his tears.

"No. No. It's okay to cry". I was starting to feel the tears coming.

He nodded and patted my back. "I'm so gonna deflate your balls so you won't make any children In the next future". That was Aiman ranting as usual as he used his back to open the door. He had a tray in his hand which contained breakfast. When he turned he was shocked to see my dad.

"Hehe.... Hehe". He laughed stupidly. My dad patted my back and stood up to leave. As he approached Aiman, he patted his back and left.

"What the Fuck?". He exclaimed as my dad left.

"You're crazy man". I shook my head at him. He proceeded to drop the tray on a stool and brought  it to me. I wanted to say no but I couldn't resist the aroma of the fries.

"I didn't know he was here". He scratched the nape of his head.

"You get sense?" (are you sensible?). I asked him while touching my head for reference. He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"I made you breakfast". He announced and I knew it was a lie. A blatant lie. Don't believe him. Don't you dare.

"Yeah you did". I scoffed in sacarsm as I dug the fork into my fries. It was heavenly and that made me know that it was moms cooking.