Replacement girl Episode 3 & 4

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*REPLACEMENT GIRL
CHAPTER 3
 
 
*HUMAIRAH POV*
A whole month pas-sed but I was still living in my father’s house. The person they wanted to arrange my marriage with disappointed them just after seeing my picture, a picture my mother spent her savings on. I was very happy, God really answered my prayers!
I never wanted to be married off that early but I also couldn’t st©p myself from masturbating over and over again. Since the day my mother caught me in my room, I decided to st©p doing it inside the house but in the barn at the backyard where no one would see or hear me mourn. I knew it was a bad thing to do but also the only remedy to quench my burning de-sire and to prevent me from engaging myself into fornication.
My image was alre-ady tarnished by my mother, the whole town knew what I did hence nob©dy wanted to marry me or arrange my marriage with their children. If only she was patient enough to keep the matter a secret and do the right thing at the right time, maybe things wouldn’t have escalated to this point. She learnt her lesson though, she was no longer telling people about it anymore. Not even some of our relatives that haven’t heard about it yet, but she still wanted to see me around no more.
There was a time I even had a nightmare that she threw me and all my belongings out of the house that I should leave, I thought it was only a nightmare until my uncle from the city c@m£ days ago. The man whose l@pt©p taught me how to masturbate. She told him I would follow him to the city to learn handwork. He was so surprised to hear that.
“Handwork?” He had asked. “I thought she wanted to study, isn’t it Humairah?”
“Ye…” I had said halfway as my mother cut in.
“No!” She had glared at me. “I mean, yes… she wanted to study but not anymore. I am also surprised how she changed her mind. But I trust her”
My uncle, who was oblivious about everything and what my mother had in her mind fell for her trick. “If that is the case then fine, not everyone is destined to earn for a living throu-gh formal education” He had said pitifully.
“Yes, Habibu” My mother had said with a triumphal smile on her face.
I wanted objecting all her lies but something told me I would end up ruining my only chance of living a good life and restoring back my dignity if I should do that. Afterall, I could eventually decide to further my education in the city if I like. Thus I smiled, and that made my mother to wrinkle a brow at me as if to ask why I was smiling.

With uncle Habib around, things really changed. My mother treated me nicely, she never rain insults on me anymore and she had warned everyone in the house not to ever say a word about the masturbation, not even my father.
I had only been to the city on three occasions, first was when my uncle’s wife gave birth to her first child, second was when I wrote my scholarsh!pexamination, and third was when my uncle’s wife gave birth again. Now, I was eager to go and live there. But one thing about time is when you are waiting for it to be fast that is when it will reduce its pace. So I had to patiently wait for the week to el@pse.
On the day of our dep@rture, uncle Habib gave me a stare. “Are you sure you want to follow me?” He asked.
“Why not?” I blurted.
“Okay then” He huffed with a smile and asked me to get my things inside the boot of his car. I was very happy, and so was everyone in the house. At least the bad girl in the family would be gone. I bade them goodbye as we drove away.

Uncle Habib didn’t say anything ever since we embarked on our journey, I also didn’t because I wanted him to concentrate on the road. But as soon as we reached the city’s gate I blurted out a WOW because the gate was big.
“This wasn’t the way I saw it before” I commented as we drove past it.
“Yeah, the new governor is ma-king changes” Uncle Habib finally uttered.
I wanted asking him why it wasn’t the same with the rural areas and why the governor completely ignored us when he intruded.
“The barn,” he cleared his throat and continued. “I used to see you enter there all the time, are there still animals?”
My heart nearly missed a beat after hearing that. Indeed we didn’t have animals anymore, and indeed he got me! I cleared my throat thinking about the kind of lie to tell when a car hit us by the back. Uncle Habib quic-kly pu-ll-ed over and so did the driver of the car behind us. “Are you okay?” He asked me and I nodded. It wasn’t that bad afterall.
We stormed out of the car to check if the person that hit us was okay as well only for him to storm out of his own car and start raining insults on us. It was a very handsome man, the crash left both his headlights and pointers destroyed. However, our car sustained the impact due to the metallic object in its back.
“Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?” The man yelled at us for the umpteenth time as people gathered. Nob©dy interrupted or cared to tell him he was the one at fault, they were only watching as if they were afraid.
“This is a 56 million naira car, and you are going to pay for what you’ve done” He said as he quic-kly brou-ght out his phone from his pocket.
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*AHMAD POV*
“Is either you divorce her and marry a fertile woman… or I will disown you”
My father’s words kept ringing in my head over and over again while I was driving back home. I wondered how on earth he knew about Naziha’s barrenness, does that mean he was spying on us all those while?
I hit the steering wheel of the car so ha-rd and muttered a curse. I loved Naziha, she was my whole. How did he expected me to divorce her just because of his car-nal de-sire? I hit the steering wheel again, this time around I ended up hitting the car in front of me. I quic-kly pu-ll-ed over and so did the car.
The first thing I did after storming out of the car was checking its frontage, I was so sad to see both the headlights and pointers martyred. Naziha’s car!
“Mr man, are you mad? What sort of a driver are you?!” I started shouting as soon as the driver of the car responsible quic-kly stormed out with the girl he was driving with. “Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is?”
I was very angry, how could he apply br@ke in the fast lane? Didn’t he knew how to drive? I insulted him and told him how expensive the car was, and that he would pay for what he did. He knew he was at fault so he didn’t say anything, but at least he should have begged me. I hissed at him and quic-kly brou-ght out my phone to dial the number of one of the cops I knew.
“We are sorry, but you’re the one that hit us sir” The girl managed to halt me by speaking up for her whatsoever. She appeared to be in her teens, I really should not bother replying her.
“The girl is right…”
“Yes, the girl is absolutely right!”
The crowd started interfering on what concerned them not, I didn’t bother because soon the police will arrive.
“This isn’t fair, man!”
“To hell with Zaki yoghurt!”
I paused to check the person that just damned our company’s product but couldn’t find him. Thus, the rest of the crowd followed suit. They started shouting and damning all our products.
“Zaki bottle-water must go!”
“To hell with Zaki yoghurt and bre-ad!”
“Damn Zaki jui-ce!”
Hence, they left me with no other choice than to leave the scene with the broken car. I stormed back into the car and quic-kly inser-ted the key in the ignition. I tried igniting the car engine into action but it was very stubborn, I had to keep trying before it finally revived. Thus, I accelerated away.
Today was a very bad day for me, it was like I was cursed. The car case was a minor one, I could get Naziha a br@nd new one in few days time. But the problem was my father, if I didn’t divorce Naziha he would disown me. I wondered why Zaki Family was all about one wife, no matter who you are in our family you must marry just one wife. If you should think about marrying another woman then you must divorce your wife first.
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CHAPTER 4
 
*HUMAIRAH POV*
“This is a 56 million naira car, and you are going to pay for what you’ve done” The man that hit us said as he quic-kly brou-ght out his phone from his pocket.
I knew he was going to call the police to come and arrest us so I decided to talk to him since uncle Habib was practically shocked. “We are sorry, but you are the one that hit us sir” I said.
He turned to me with a glare, it was actually a glare but it t©uçhed my soul pretty ha-rd . I didn’t even know when my jaw dropped in amazement. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen!
“The girl is right…”
“Yes, the girl is absolutely right!”
The crowd interfered but he continued to operate his mobile phone anyways.
“This isn’t fair, man!”
“To hell with Zaki yoghurt!”
The last statement made him to pause and look around the crowd.
“Zaki bottle-water must go!”
“To hell with Zaki yoghurt and bre-ad!”
“Damn Zaki jui-ce!”
The people kept shouting… I didn’t even know what they meant by their words but somehow, the words had great impact on the handsome man. He ran back to his broken car and drove away.
Uncle Habib heaved a sigh and thanked the people. “Get back into the car” he said to me. Thus, we drove away.
“Who was that man? Why was the crowd shouting ‘Zaki’, is that his name?” I queried looking outside the car to see if I could somehow see him around.
“That boy?” Uncle Habib cleared his throat and continued. “I don’t really know much about him but he’s from Zaki Family, they owned the Zaki jui-ce, Zaki Yoghurt, Zaki Bre-ad, Zaki Bottle-water, Zaki Pasta and many more”
“Wow!” I blurted.
“Yes, and his name is Ahmad Jaafar Zaki. He lives in Peace Garden with his wife. That’s all I know about him” Uncle Habib added as he switched-on the radio. He didn’t want me to ask more question regarding the man.. Well, who wouldn’t like to know more about such a handsome man? He was like an Arabian prince from the middle-east, and he so much looked to be in his late 20s.
“Thank you” I said smiling.
“Why thanking me?” Uncle Habib puzzled as he made a quic-k U-turn.
“For everything!” I said.
“Ohh, okay” He slightly nodded his head and quic-kly increa-sed the volume of the radio in order to enjoy a county song transmitted by a local radio station.
My eyes shines on!
Oh yes, my eyes shines on,
My eyes shines on!
plea-se stay with me,
My eyes shines on!
You are my love,
My eyes shines on!

We arrived at his house some minutes after 7 in the evening. I was so bored and exhausted. His wife, Aunty Aminah was so happy to see me, same as his kids, Farid and Faridah. We ate dinner together and, thus, prayed before Aunty Aminah and I had a long discussion concerning what brou-ght me over. She wasn’t happy how I chose handwork over schooling. She tried to convince me to change my mind but I stood adamant.
“Alright then” She heaved a sigh and continued. “Since that’s what you want I will take you to one of my friends to learn how to brew, she has a big restaurant”
“Brew wine?” I puzzled.
“No, tea and coffee” she smiled.
Well, that wasn’t actually bad so far I could earn money to carter for my personal nee-ds. “Thank you so much, Aunt Aminah” I said beaming. Thus, we bade each other goodnight.
The day wasn’t bad for me at all, the only problem was the thought of that handsome man we met – it kept lingering in my mind. I wanted to mastur-bate in order to free my mind from it but I wasn’t the only one slee-ping in the room I lodged in. I was with Faridah, so I f0rç£d myself to sleep. Luckily, I had a we-t dream and I was so contented.
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*AHMAD POV*
I pu-ll-ed over in my mechanic’s shop and showed him the car. He smiled and told me he could repair it in a day. I returned his smile and handed him the key. “Bring it to my house when you are done” I said to him.
“Okay sir, also…” He hesitated while brushing his hair with his hand.
“Yes?” I wrinkled a brow.
“The other one,” he cleared his throat and continued. “I drove it to your house few hours ago, it is now working fine”
“That’s good” I smiled in-serting my hand into my pocket. “Have this” I said handing him a bunch of money.
“Thank you sir” He collected it with a smile.
“You are welcome” I said and headed out of his shop to the main street. Luckily, I was able to get a cab in time so I boarded it straight home.
Naziha had alre-ady cooked dinner, immediately I stepped my foot in the living room she welcomed me and walked me to the dining island.
“This is not our usual time of taking dinner but,” she paused as she began serving us. “Sister Hannatu called me recently that she has delivered a baby boy. I told her we are coming over this evening”
“Wow” I blurted out. Thus, the thought of my father popped into my mind. I wanted narrating everything to her but promptly changed my mind in order not to spoil such a joyous moment for her. After all, we could discuss about it when we return. But about the car, I had to tell her. “A baby boy? I am really happy for your sister” I said faking a smile.
“Yeah, me too” she said as she sat close to me.
“Let’s eat, Mijina (my husband)”
“Alright, matana (my wife)” I beamed at her as I gently washed my hands in a bow and began eating. It was towon shinkafa and miyan wake. Naziha loved cooking local foods, she said it doesn’t matter her standard of living. As soon as we were done, I washed my hands again and helped her clear the dining table. “I broke your car” I said as we began washing the dishes together in the kitchen.
“What?” She baffled as she quic-kly rinsed her hands and dried them with a towel. “I hope nothing happened to you, my love?” She queried searching for any possible defect in my b©dy.
“Nah, baby” I smiled. How perfect? She didn’t even bothered about the car.
“Ya Allah, thank you for saving my husband for me!” She said as she quic-kly embr@ced me. “I love you, Ahmad”
“I love you too, Naziha” I said holding her ti-ghtly. True love is indeed great!
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Oh yes, true love is great! May Allah bless us all with true love, Ameen.
 
 
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