《DERAILED✔️》17~
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Abdallah sat leg crossed in the living room with a smirk on his face. They just got back from the hospital after offering their isha prayer over there. Nadia took excuse from him saying she wanted to get something from her room, but he had better plans in stall for her,
"Abdallah, Abdallah" Nadia called out sauntering down the stairs,
"yes baby" he answered with an unwavering smile on his face when she appeared in front of him, Nadia bit her cheeks to prevent herself from blushing hardly,
"uhmm I don't know why my room door isn't opening" she complained with a frustrated look on,
"ohh is that?" he said grinning evilly,
"yes" she whined, "can you please check it out?" she pouted joining her two hands together,
"okay, I'll gladly do that" he got up from his seat towering over her, he gave her a small smirk before walking past her towards her room, Nadia trailed behind him closely.
Abdallah pushed the door knob lightly without using much of his power, "it's locked it can't open" he declared,
"but you didn't even try" Nadia whined protruding her lower lip, "and I want to freshen up",
"Erhm, erhm" Abdallah coughed facing her, "my room isn't locked" he whispered into her ears, Nadia shifted her face from his piercing gaze, so he wouldn't see the big smile she had on. She knew she didn't have a choice, but to make use of his room at this moment.
"Only for a night, a night alone, it's not that bad" she reminded herself, "OK I'll stay in your room, but for one night" she said,
"fine" he replied smirking again,
"what's he up to" Nadia thought to herself, she gave him a questioning look, but he only smiled in return which made her doubt him more.
Abdallah took the lead in opening his room door. Nadia stared at his room in awe it was nearly twice as big as her's, she wondered why she had never thought of entering the room even when every so often she was the only one at home, she slowly ambulated towards where he seated on his bed,
"I need some clothes to change into" she said to him shyly looking down,
"check over there" he said pointing towards the large brown door that was in the far-left corner. Nadia sauntered towards the door, she opened it slightly and her jaw dropped, how?, how does he have all her clothes in his closet?,
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"Abdallah what are my clothes doing here?" she asked putting her hands on her waist, she raised her brows up because she wants quick answers,
"ohh I forgot to tell you that your room door will be locked forever" he smirked averting his gaze from her, "no any more questions, that's final",
"but how did you-" she wanted asking how he was able to transport everything even though they were out all day, but he cut her off midway,
"I've my ways" he smiled, Nadia stumped her foot on the floor before walking into the closet to get the dress she'll change into, Deep inside her, she was very delighted, she was just putting on an act, so it won't be evident.
Nadia took her shower and changed into her peach night gown. She had already performed ablution. She picked up her hijab and prayer mat then faced the qibla position.
Nadia wasn't aware that Abdallah was watching her, he was curious as to why she was praying before she slept, he only knew about the midnight prayer,
"do you always pray before you sleep" he inquired curiously watching her as she laid her prayer mat on the floor,
"yes" she replied smiling, "it calms me and makes me have a good night rest", she wore her hijab over her head, before she continued "it's therapeutic to know your last conversation before sleeping is with Allah" Nadia felt happy talking to Abdallah that she didn't realize she was the only one doing the talking, he was just staring at her with a smile on his face, "care to join?" she asked,
"I'm definitely trying that" he said removing the duvet from his body, "I need it you know" he said walking towards the toilet to perform Ablution. Abdallah led Nadia in prayers as the couple performed two rakaats before sleeping.
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"I really thought you left us" Ruqayya screamed happily when Nadia entered into the kitchen area, Nadia covered her ears with her two hands because of the high intensity of ruqayya's voice,
"I can never leave triple A" Nadia smiled while putting on the red apron she picked from the kitchen's locker,
"ohh I know what is it then" Ruqayya said coming towards her, "you turned your visit to Turkey into a little honeymoon" she said holding her stomach as she laughed,
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"come on, it's nothing like that" Nadia blushed while putting her hair net on,
"yes it's" ruqayya wiggled her brows teasingly,
"no it's not"
"yes it's"
"no it's not"
"yes it's"
"yes it's"
"you see I got you" Ruqayya said raising her hands triumphantly,
"let's get to work" Nadia rolled her eyes tired of ruqayya's endless banter,
"OK ma'am" ruqayya said slightly bending in a playful manner.
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Nadia was kneading the dough for the chocolate cookie she wanted to make when her phone started ringing. She quickly removed the gloves she was wearing, so she will pick the call with ease,
"salam alaykum basma" she said when she picked up,"subhanallah basma, I'm coming now" she muttered before hanging the call, she quickly removed her apron, and rolled her veil on her head,
"is everything alright" Ruqayya asked when she saw the stressed look on Nadia's face,
"some issues, I've to leave now" she said wearing her flat black shoes,
"okay take care" Ruqayya said waving at her, Nadia waved back exiting the kitchen area. She removed her phone from her handbag to inform Abdallah about her visit to the modibbo's household.
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"Basma" Nadia tapped her when she saw her put her head down on her laps. Basma was lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize Nadia had entered the house some minutes ago. She raised her head to reveal her face that's swollen due to the excessive sobbing she engaged herself in since the night before,
"Nadia baba is gone" Basma cried while looking at Nadia,
"shh, we will find him insha Allah" Nadia assured drawing basma's frame onto her chest, Basma sobbed on Nadia's chest loudly while Nadia continued to pat her back. "How did it happen?" Nadia asked when basma stopped whimpering,
"baba took me out to eat yesterday, when were coming back" she used Nadia's veil to clean her eyes before she continued "our car was blocked by another car, A man with a mask came out and took baba with him" she cried,
"shhh" Nadia patted her head, "he will come back to us hale and hearty Insha Allah" she consoled,
"mijina o (my husband)" Hajia Amina cried approaching them, she stopped in her tracks when she saw Nadia, "what is this girl doing in my house?" she scowled in Nadia's direction, "what are you doing here?" she asked angrily ambulating towards Nadia's direction,
"Mama-"
"don't mama me anything" Hajia Amina burst out, "ohh you're back here after your husband took mine" she asked standing akimbo, "tell your husband to release my husband" she shouted aggressively, "tell him"
"mama stop, not now" Basma said dragging the confused Nadia into her room.
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Alhaji umar sat tied on a wooden chair, he didn't know where he was because he was blindfolded. He shifted in the chair when he heard footsteps approaching, "please untie me" he begged, the footstep got louder untill he felt the blindfold loosening from his face until it came off. "Who are you?" he asked turning his head from left to right, "show yourself" he shouted impatiently,
"stop shouting" Harris said coming into his view,
"who are you and what have I done to you?" he asked shifting violently on the chair he was tied.
Harris ignored his question, he drew a seat for himself, so he could face him. He knew the person to answer his question is on the way.
The door flew open, causing Alhaji umar to quickly turn is gaze towards the direction, "who are you?" Alhaji umar asked because the person's face was covered with a face cap.
The person strode towards Harris's direction taking a seat beside him. Alhaji umar brought his head forward trying to decipher who the person is.
The man gently removed his face cap causing Alhaji umar's face to pale suddenly, his lips trembled as he stared at the person, he would have jumped out of his seat if he wasn't tied up,"Idris?" he asked with his lips trembling,
"you're surprised right" Idris asked with a lopsided grin on,
"how?" Alhaji umar asked shaking his head vigorously, he couldn't believe his eyes, how's that possible, he didn't understand,
"why did you kill my family?" Idris asked with a serious tone.
Alhaji Umar why??😭
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