Embedded Roses - Episode 1

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I write this book in honor of a friend, a sister...AMINAH ABIMIKU (Cocomeena). May Allah see you through your health predicament and make it easy on you. I love you girl

 

_AMINA_

I sat on the plastic chair opposite to him. My heartbeat accelerating its pace, lord! Why is mujaheed stubborn? Why can't he just let me be and lemme take care of my broken pieces. He looked up at me sipping his mixed fruit juice.

   "Goodafternoon sweetheart" he greeted me smiling sweetly as this beautiful set of white teeth gave me a flash and suddenly my heart melted.

"Look mujaheed, drop this act . You know quite well your mom won't agree to this, please... Dan Allah just lemme be, i already have a broken heart to mend thanks to you". I said glaring at him.

   "How was it my fault?" He asked scrutinizing his face "Look Amina, you don't have the right to blame me about faisal. I didn't tell him to dump you after learning about your predicament, i never told him to run away or insult your pride, i never told him to call off your wedding when it was only two days to. Why then are you always blaming me?" He asked again. And i know from his tone that he's angry.

But what can i do? I can't help but blame him everytime i see him

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. He was his friend, i mean his closest friend......i sometimes see him in his eyes. Lord! What the hell is wrong with me? Why can't i just forget about him and move ahead?!. Maybe because i love him with all of my being.

"That's it then" i said as i stood up "if you don't want me to blame you all the time then just let me be goddammit! You mom said No as soon as she realized you want to marry me. Mujaheed, i don't want to be diagraced again. By Allah! I wasn't the one that put this upon myself, why am i always blamed then? Why? Just tell me why?" I added crying bitterly. "Just leave please. I don't want to ever see you again. Ever!" And with that, i ran inside our house crying. This time around, i won't sit around and watch my family being humiliated for the second time.


I was named Amina Abimiku, well my dad's name is Ahmad but we use Abimiku as a family name. My parents are blessed with only the two of us, I and Usman who happens to be my little brother. I am eighteen years old, but I've already gone through alot because of love. I would've been a married woman if not for what jaafar did to me. But, i always pray it'll be for the best in shaa Allah. We base in Abuja but we came from Minna. I am in my first year in the university of minna where I'm studying Mass communication. Alhamdulillah for my life, even though am having health issues because am a warrior (A person suffering from sickle cell), but i still thank Allah for all i have. Alhamdulillah.

   Fa'iza, who happens to be my cousin and only best Friend lives with us. She's studying  technical drawing in college of education minna. Usman being my younger brother is currently in SS2. We're now on holiday, been home already for a week, when school resumes, I'll be in my second year God's willing. Yiippee! Am so happy. 

As soon as i went inside my room i called fa'iza.

   "Hey sis" i chirped in
"Bae, how are you" she answered

"Fine sis. Ya exams?" I asked

    She heaved a sigh before answering "This exams don tire me sef. I'm eager to come home. I missed you so very much ne sis".

"I miss you more babe. Mujaheed just left".

    "What?! What do you mean he just left? He still wants to marry you? Damn! I think i like him already" she said giggling.

"What are you trying to say? Have you forgotten what jaafar made me go through?" I asked, my voice cracky.
   
       "Is he jaafar? This one is mujaheed madam!" Fa'iza snapped at me.

"But he's his friend and i don't even love him" i replied breaking down.

    She was silent for a while before she replied "Well then, i pray for the best for us all. May Allah make it easy for you sis. You'll get through all this In shaa Allah".

"Amiin amiin. Thank you and i love you".

      "I love you more sis".


*

"Chicken?" I asked usman who was standing beside the table gas cooker

     "check" he answered

"Rice?"

   "Check"

"Spieces?"

     "Check"

"Water?"

     "Check"

"Vegies?"

     "Check"

"Usman. Did you blend the pepper?" I asked smiling.

      "Un checked" he replied quickly.

"How can you be a good cook then?" I asked again.

"Do we have to use pepper and onion?" He asked innocently.

     "What?! Are you nuts? How can we cook without them?" I asked him baffled.

"Damn! Onion makes me cry and pepper....i...i..i" he stammered

     "You what? I thought you love pepper?"

"Yes i do, but i hate blending them" he blurted.

    "Oh, i see. Then forget about the cooking. Just go, I'll do it myself" i said smiling mischievously.

"No please, lemme blend it now".

     "Good boy" i said smiling.

"Okay, so that's how you blackmail my boy all the time i guess". Mama said smiling as she came into the kitchen, papa trailing behind her.

      "Its not blackmailing na. She's just helping your lazy boy grow into a man". Papa said.standing beside me.

"But i arranged all the recipes for today's dish" usman said.

"And I'll be the one to cook it!" I said glaring at him.

      "And we two will just be standing here watching you guys" papa said sitting on a stool.

"What a family i have over here!" I said smiling and we all laughed. God, i love my family so very much. May Allah continue to bless us all.
*

"Yummyy! Am the best cook in the whole of nigeria". I said smilinh, shaking my head like a lizard.

     "Someone is praising herself. An dai ce yabon kai jahilci" usman said still dugging into his plate.

 "Ea din. I hear dai, am still the best!"

       "I'll soon be the best too" usman said again.

"Table manners kids" papa said.

I kept quite not because i want to, but because i don't want to disrespect papa. Wait, did he just call me a kid? O lord papa am eighteen already! Will soon be nineteen and you're still calling me a kid? Damn!.

My phone popped up with a message sound.

Read " From The Eyes Of A Spinster " by the same author ( Murjanatu Alkali )

. It was mujaheed.

    *_can you please spare a minute and come outside? I just want to give you something. I promise am not here to disturb. Please?"_*

I heaved a frustrated sigh and stood up.

    "Where are you going?" Asked mama

"Mujaheed is here. Said he wants to give me something".

    "Regards to him sis" usman said.

"I won't" i said glaring at him before walking out. I was dressed in a black boubou gown, my heaf wrapped with a red veil. I spotted him in the parking lot and smiled. I must admit to myself that Mujaheed is a husband material, problem is am not ready for another heart break.

     "Good afternoon" i greeted him.

"Afternoon Amina. Just wanted to give you this" he said passing me an envelope "do take care please" he added before hopping into his car and driving off. What is this? I wondered.

     My instinct told me to it that very moment and see what he gave me which i did.

_Subhannallah!_ this can't be true! He can't get married and leave me all alone when i still love him. Why Jaafar? Why are you doing this to me?. i broke down right there, my heart breaking again! Yaa Allah, see me through.

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