FINDING HAFSA FINAL CHAPTER
NOVEMBER 9TH
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Arewa readers that pray for me when I was sick, especially those that checked
on me, call and text me. Thank you very much I feel love.
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And so we started planning how to continue with our
beautiful love. I had a son for him out of wedlock and he was willing to take
us all wholeheartedly.
My mission of revenge changed instantly to a plan
for the future. I told him all about my evil plans for him, and asked him for
forgiveness and he dismissed it, and said it's what any other hurt and wounded
woman would do. We cried that night and held each other tight and forgave
ourselves for all the hurt we caused each other...
I took him home to his son; they starred at each
other for what seemed like 5 minutes, before the father bent on his knees and
while my son's legs were shaking and carried him forward. I busted out crying.
Only true blood could sense there was an instant connection. None of them look
towards me as I continued to wail in happiness over this reunion. They were
deeply immersed in their emotional hug. Father crying and son looking
thoroughly scared and confused but Tears too falling heavily.
Soon marriage became of utmost importance to us. We
got married in no time and I quit my new job. The Company cannot employ two
members from the same family. Either siblings or spouses, or a parent and their
child. I had to quit after collecting a few months salary.
My husband's office girlfriend Trisha never believed
we got married. She hated me seriously after finding out we had married. I
hated her too because she seemed a serious threat to our happiness. We had a
small marriage with his friends and our bosses (my former boss) from work were
all in attendance. He deliberately refused to invite Trisha because she was all
over him all the time. That was a clear sign that she meant nothing to him.
Isn't somebody supposed to get the message from there? But this witch never
did.
We never had any honeymoon; it was a blissful first
night, and more blissful days followed, or weeks, or months. I started heavily
suspecting my husband with this Trisha lady. She was always calling. Sometimes
I would pick his calls and bark insults at her and tell her off my husband but
she wouldn't give up. The message she sends him always makes me cry. Bitch!!!
And then my husband seems to not be able to do away
with her. The more I complained the more silent treatment I get. I noticed he
started spending so much time at work, when I ask him, he will just tell me
it's that project I was recruited for that he was working on.
I started to get edgy and told my mum about it, my
mum said to leave him alone and not dig deep. Men are like that, and I must
learn to accept it if he decides to even bring Trisha home as his second wife. "Second
wife Mama?" I said in shock
"Yes dearie second wife, I know your husband
seems the type" my mum finished.
"Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihi rajiuun" was
what I kept saying. "Let me go and prepare your father his meal before he
comes home. Look after your husband like he deserves and stop fussing about
that girl at work. Okay?" She said soothingly.
"Ok mum" I managed.
"Ma'asalam dearie"
And before I could reply, she hung up.
My husband came home that evening, after he ate and
had his bath, I bent down on my knees to plead and Make my case. I told him
anything he wanted I would do, but please not another woman. I begged him to
leave Trisha out of our blissful matrimony. And I promised to be there for him
through thick and thin, under the sun or in the rain.
He laughed and kicked me out of his way and said he
had heard from a reliable source that am also going around following other men.
So why on earth is Trisha my problem?
(LA hawla wa laquwata illa billah, I said in my mind) my mouth hanging
open in surprise. He mistook that for me conceding defeat and accepting his
claim, and he howled in anger... he beat me up to the pulp and left the house.
I gathered my remaining strength and went to the nearest clinic, told them I
was attacked by robbers. I was in their A & E Ward and I called my mum
immediately and she rushed with dad to come see me.
Dad saw me in that deplorable condition and he
collapsed out of anger or emotion. He was admitted too and he became partly
paralyzed. My mum became miserable and always looked at me somehow out of the
corner of her eyes. I could tell she wasn't proud of me
When I ask her to forgive me and pray for me, she
would always say, there is nothing to forgive. You are my daughter, and I love
you unconditionally, I will always pray for you until my last breath.
My husband never came to see us in the hospital, but
he was up and doing with his son and looking after him. I was happy my son was
getting all the attention he's supposed to get from a father.
Soon after, my own father was permanently paralyzed
and my mum’s fate was sealed. She was to live and do everything for my dad for
the remainder of her life. A blessed daughter had turned into a curse as a
result of my one singular mistake. Having sex with a disguised devil out of
wedlock. Not just that, but also giving birth to a bastard child into a cruel
world. My parents didn't deserve this. But maybe I do.
I swore to leave the town, to go start my own life
elsewhere and occasionally sending mum my support with financial means. And so I did. I got another job out of town,
spoke with my son through his school teachers occasionally and it always comforts
me when I hear his voice. Sending the much I can to my mum and always enquiring
about Dad and the maid I got for them.
I caught myself on different occasions planning to
hurt and mime Mukhtar's life just as he has done to me but with no success.
Soon
after I discovered I was pregnant. Mukhtar will surely say it’s not his, he
will flatly reject it. I decided to keep it. I was left to live with my guilt,
the price of my shame, forever and ever...
The End!
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