Two.

Aasim.

Hafsa's POV.

"Hafsa wake up." aasim woke me up. "Yeah, what?" I asked rubbing my eyes. "It's time for subh prayers." he said and walked out.

I sat on the bed for some moment before sauntering into the bathroom to perform wudhu. I took my hijab from my well arranged closet and prayed. I picked the Qur'an that was laying down on the drawer close to my bed and started reading.

It was already past six so I decided to go back to sleep. I kept the qur'an and hopped into my comfy bed. Shortly, I fell asleep.

•••

I woke up at exactly 10:07am and took my bath. I wore a yellow blouse and skirt ankara and put on some makeup. I took a selfie and posted it on snapchat.

I quickly headed downstairs to the kitchen to cook breakfast before aasim wakes up. I paused when I saw him cooking. So this handsome fella knows how to cook? He looked really hot in his white kaftan. He was wearing an apron.

"Morning." he jolted me out of my reverie. "Good morning." I smiled at him. "Hungry?" He asked. "Yes." I nodded. I helped him to arrange the food on the table and we sat to eat. Aasim made spaghetti with turkey ragoût.

And cupcakes for dessert.

After much silence, I decided to say something. I cleared my throat. "This is really delicious." I commented. "Thanks." he smiled. There goes the butterflies again.

"Where did you learn how to cook like this?" I asked. "Mejor clase de cocina at France" he answered. I was totally perplexed. "It's a cooking class in France." he chuckled. "Ooh! Now I understand" I smiled sheepishly.

"I'm going to go buy something from a nearby shop. I'll be back in few minutes." he stood up. "Get ready before I get back, we're going out" he said. "Where are we going to?" I asked. "My parents house and a lot of places" he answered adjusting his black cap. "Okay" I murmured. He went out while I packed the plates to the kitchen. I did the dishes even though I'm not supposed to. As I was done I went upstairs to relax before he comes back.

Knock knock

I heard a knock from the door. I walked sluggishly to the door and opened it. "Are you ready?" he asked. "Yes, lemme get my hand bag and veil." I replied.

I grabbed my pink kashkar and black channel hand bag. I strolled downstairs to the living room and met

Aasim typing away from his phone. "Hey!" I waved. He looked at me for some moment. "Who did the dishes?" He looked irked. "I... I did" I stammered. "Why?" He asked.

Oh god is he really taking this serious. "Can we go now?" I asked ignoring his question. He stood up and we headed out to his car. We entered his black benz S500 and drove out of maitama district.

We arrived at Alhaji Mukhtar's house. I was so nervous to meet them. I've met them many times before but now that I'm their in law, I feel timid.

He opened the door and we entered the reception to the living room. "Salamu  alaikum." we entered the well decorated black and silver living room. "Wa'alaikumus Salam" someone answered. "Laaa Hafsa" nafeesah said coming towards me. She hugged me.

"Amarya how are you?" She asked breaking the hug. "I'm fine Alhamdulillah" I answered. "Where's rukayyah?" I asked "tana tare da ammi (she's with ammi)" she answered. "Is baba around?" Aasim asked looking around. "He's in his living room." she replied. "Okay Hafsa let's go greet him before you guys head upstairs to ammi's room" he muttered.

"Salamu alaikum." We said upon entering baba's living room and saw him reading a newspaper. "Wa'alaikumus Salam" baba answered keeping the newspaper aside. "Ina yini." I squatted greeting baba. Now I respect this man more, since he's my in law. "Lafiya lau hafsa." he grinned

We finished exchanging pleasantries before we headed to ammi's room. "When you're done, I want to talk to you" baba looked at Aasim. "Okay baba." aasim answered and we walked upstairs.

As I entered the room ruqayyah Hugged me. "Ina yini aunty fateema" I greeted Aasim's mother. "Lafiya lau please call me ammi" she said smiling at me. "Come let's go to our room" nafeesah dragged me before we could finish exchanging pleasantries.

We entered ruqayyah and nafeesah's room and all they did was argue. I sat there looking at them laughing. "Okay please it's enough, stop arguing" I said laughing. "Can you believe this girl. I'm three years older than her but look at how she's talk to me as if we're mates." Ruqayyah glared at nafeesah.

Aasim cleared his throat making them to shut up. I looked at him and smiled. "What's going on here?" His hands were on his chest. "Yaya (big brother) warn this girl,  whatever happens to her don't blame me" ruqayyah complained.

"So this is what you've been doing in front of my wife, arguing!" He semi-yelled. My cheeks reddened when he called me his wife. "Hafsa let's go" he said and I stood up. "Haba yaya why now?" Nafeesah pouted. "Hafsa let's go please." he motioned me to come with him and ignoring what nafeesah said.

We said our goodbyes to all of them. Ammi gave me a diamond bracelet. I couldn't thank her enough. We hopped into aasim's car and drove off. "Where are we going to now?" I asked. "Aunty rashida's house" he answered. He looked at me then settled his eyes on the road again. "She's baba's younger sister" he added. "Alright." I smiled and looked at the beautiful streets of Abuja.

"We're here" aasim announced. We stopped in front of a golden ironed gate. He honked his horn twice, few minutes later the gate got opened by the gate man. Aasim parked the car in front of the large mansion and we alighted out.

He rang the doorbell and it got opened immediately. "Sannun ku da zuwa (you're welcome)" A fair skinned lady hugged me which I think is aunty rashida. "Ina yini" I greeted her. "Lafiya lau Hafsa." She Broke the hug "How are you my daughter?" She asked. "I'm good Alhamdulillah" I smiled sheepishly.

"Lallai ma! I'm right here."  he waved. "I know, what do you want?" She glared at him playfully. "Oh now because Hafsa is here that's why you're trying to disown me right?" He asked. "Hafsa let's go in please, this boy is disturbing me. I have a lot of things for you." she dragged me into the house.

"I Know you must be hungry so let's go to the dinning room" she said. Before I could protest she shut me up. "Don't think about saying no."  she smirked. "Come, sit here" she motioned me to sit.

"So when are you guys leaving for your honeymoon?" She asked when we started eating. I looked at Aasim and saw him already looking at me. "We didn't plan on going to any honeymoon." He answered

"What nonsense? You must be joking, right?" She glared at him. "No i am not" he smirked. "And you're okay with this?" She looked at me. I smiled at her "yes I am. And besides he'll be busy" I looked at him. "Yes I will be busy with work. " he grinned.

"Wai ango da zuwa aiki." she shook her head. By the time we finished eating it was already Asr. Aunty rashida took me to her room to pray while Aasim went to masjid.

I finished praying and headed downstairs to the living room. I looked for my phone in my bag to check on Instagram for new updates. My phone buzzed indicating a new message. I checked the message, it was a text from my manager saying I have to be at Lagos in the next 7 days for a fashion show.

Being a model is sometimes stressful. Even though I go to school I still squeeze in to work. I don't think I can go to Lagos. Aasim won't allow me to, I know he won't.

"Salamu alaikum." Aasim came in cutting me off from my train of thoughts. "Wa'alaikumus Salam" I answered smiling at him. "Where's aunty rashida?" He asked sitting close to me. I could feel his strong cologne. "Upstairs" I answered.

Right on cue, She came down. "Aunty rashida we'll be leaving now" Aasim  said. "Haba da wuri haka" she replied. "Yes we're going to My in laws house now" he stood up. "Toh give me just one minute" she said and headed upstairs. We went out to where aasim parked the car and waited for her.

She came back with a paper bag in her hand. "Here, take this." she gave me. I collected without hesitating cause I know if I argue not to collect she'll get angry. "Thank you so much" I hugged her. "It's nothing" she hugged me back.

We said our final goodbyes before heading out of the compound. I was so happy when he said we were going to my house. I'm going to see my big brother and baby sister. I missed them so much. After much silence, I decided to ask Aasim if I could go to the fashion show.

"Aasim?" I called his name. "Na'am." he answered looking at me then fixing his eyes on the road again. "I was wondering if I could go to Lagos for a fashion show" I murmured scratching the back of my neck. "What did you say? I didn't hear what you said. Speak up please" he said looking perplexed. I sighed "I said I was wondering if I could go to Lagos for a fashion show" I repeated what I said earlier.

"What!??! You're a model and I didn't know!!??" He semi-yelled. "Yeah! You've never seen my pictures on Instagram?" I asked. "I don't do that Instagram stuff." he replied.

"And you going to Lagos is a no!" He bit his lip. "No please I have to go, my career depends on that." I pouted. "I'm sorry but my answer is still no."  he furrowed his brows. "Please I'm begging." I gave him the best puppy face I could. "Don't make me angry please. I said no" he groaned.

I didn't say anything again throughout our drive to my house. I was so angry. When we arrived at my house he wanted to talk to me before we entered the house but I ignored him and went into the house.

"Salamu alaikum" I said running to mama's room. "Mama!!!" I yelled. "Innalillahi Hafsa you almost gave me a heart attack. Baki iya sallama bane kuma" she said holding her chest trying to catch her breath. "Sorry mama, I just missed you so much" I hugged her tight. "Hafsa don't break my bones please. You can let go now." she broke the hug.

"Where's Layla and ya Yusuf?" I asked. "She's in her room and I don't know where Yusuf is" she answered and I ran out to Layla's room.

"Layla!!!!" I yelled her name barging into her room. "Innalillahi wa inna'ilaihir raji'un." she jumped from her bed. "Did I scare you" I said laughing. "You think!" she yelled. "Uuuwww I missed you" she stood up from the floor and gave me a tight hug.

       "I missed you too" I hugged her back. "Where's ya Aasim?" She asked breaking the hug. "Probably downstairs." I shrugged. "Let's go" she held my hand and we headed downstairs. We met aasim with baba and ya Yusuf. I greeted baba and sat close to ya Yusuf. He pinched my cheek. "I hope he's taking care of my baby sister. Cause if he's not!" He paused and gave Aasim and pointed look.

      "No he's doing a great job" I defend. "Salamu alaikum." Mama entered baba's living room and sat close to baba. "Wa'alaikumus Salam." Chorused.

         Aasim and mama exchanged pleasantries before he stood to leave. I accompanied him to his car. "I'll come pick you up after isha and I'm sorry for what happened." He apologized. "Okay" I murmured and he kissed my forehead. My cheeks reddened.

       I watched him going into the car and driving away. I went back into the house and we started gisting. I missed my family so much. I wish I could stay with them but Aasim will be back in less than 3 hours.

•••

     "You hungry?" He asked me as we headed home. "No, I just want to sleep" I replied not looking at him. "Okay" he murmured.

       As we got home, i picked the paper bag aunty Rashida gave me and Walked into the house without waiting for Aasim . I'm still mad at him. I went to my room, strip my clothes off and took a hot relaxing shower. I came out approximately after 20 minutes and wore my Minnie Mouse pjs.

       As I laid down on my bed and covered my body with the duvet. I said my dua and immediately fell into a deep slumber.