Episode Seven (Final)
Jemila, Ibrahim's cousin
was getting married and he promised to grace his sister’s event. Ibrahim
assured Halima that he would return to Nigeria for good. He would relocate back
to Nigeria and run his father’s company in making it one of the most successful
companies in the country.
"Mummy, I can't
control my feelings anymore. I'm madly in love with Ibrahim." Halima told
her mother as they prepared for the wedding.
Halima and Ibrahim had
spoken every day, despite being apart, sharing their daily activities and the
current events that had turned up in their lives. Never for once, had they
brought up the issue of having an intimate relationship.
"Confess to him,"
her mother encouraged.
Halima adjusted her scarf
and sat upright on her bed. It was a weekend and she hadn’t even changed from
her pajamas. Hajia Hauwa had invited Halima for breakfast when she noticed her
unusual solemn look. "Me to him? Isn't it absurd?" Halima placed her
right hand to her chest, grimacing.
"It is not. There's
nothing absurd in telling someone how much you love him."
"Do you think he
would accept me with my child?"
"If he truly loves
you, he wouldn't care about you having a child."
"I will confess to
him next tomorrow, in the wedding," Halima said, hardly believing her
words. How could that be possible?
"That's good, my
child."
"Thank you, mummy. I
love you." She hugged her mother.
"I love you too...
prepare well so that you can look beautiful for Ibrahim."
"Yes, mom... my
phone is ringing. I think it is Ibrahim..." Halima grinned as she hurried
to her reading table, where the phone laid.
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The wedding was attended
by countless guests, who stormed the events, dressed in glamorous outfits. They
took their various positions on the rounded tables, taking pictures and
chatting cheerfully. The hall was very large and beautifully decorated. Halima
sat beside her mother and stared at the lovely couple, wishing that she was in
the bride’s position.
She felt really restless,
thinking of how to face Ibrahim and confess her feelings to him…but come to think of it, where was Ibrahim and
why was he taking so long to come to the wedding?
Halima ran to where
Ibrahim’s mother sat. She sat beside her elder sister, chewing on a chicken
drumstick.
"Why is Ibrahim not
here yet?" Halima asked.
"He should be on his
way pretty. He would be here in no time,” his mother said.
"Well...
Alhamdulillah, I'm here." Ibrahim grinned as they turned to him with
excited looks. He was putting on the wedding’s chosen fabric, sewn into a
kaftan, and he wore a green cap to fit.
"Mama, Asalamu Alaykum."
He hugged his mother tightly and turned to Halima. "You are the prettiest
lady here."
Halima smiled, blushing
really bad. "Look at you also. You look fairer and finer. Did you go to
Germany to work or to sleep?"
"To work of course.
This wedding is marvelous. I wish mine would be just like this."
"Me too." She
smiled at him, then read the message that just appeared on her phone’s screen.
"I'll be back shortly, I need to pick my cousins. They have lost their
way."
"Okay then, I will
be expecting you" He smiled at her as she was leaving.
‘After
the wedding! After the wedding!’ She mumbled to herself as
she left the wedding hall to pick up her cousins.
When she returned, she
met Ibrahim on the podium, holding a microphone.
"My speech is for
the beautiful lady entering this hall." He pointed at Halima who looked shocked
and surprised, her eyes demanding an explanation she knew she couldn't get at that
minute.
"I want to talk
about Halima. The first time I met her was when I went to her house. She was
very pretty that I found it very hard to resist lowering my gaze. When she stomped
on my foot, I remembered Aisha; childish, playful and loving. Whenever we
insulted ourselves, what occupied my thought was how much I love her: I would
never forget when she saved my life. ‘Thank you’ wasn't enough, I knew but I
didn't know what to do or say to show enough gratitude. She has taught me to
forget my past and face my present, to enjoy life like a fish swimming and
diving in the water, accepting certain obstacles, tackling it, learning from it
and enjoying life without fear, grief, surprises or hesitations. I have learnt
that with Allah, all things are possible. We need to worship Him effortlessly
and put our trust in Him because He is everything. I want to be a husband, to
play with my children and enjoy the privilege of being called a married man. I
want a wife and I know that no one else can make me a happy man as Halima. I
love you very much Halima. Will you be my wife?" He asked as Halima held
her daughter crying.
Ibrahim walked down the
podium to meet Halima and her child. He caressed her soft cheeks and smiled. "She
looks just like you. What's her name?"
"Zaratu."
"Zaratu. Hmm... what
a lovely name. I'm dying to be her father. You have not given me an
answer."
"Yes, I love you so
much Ibrahim and I'm dying to be your wife." Halima cleaned her eyes, shyly.
"Thank you" He
kissed Zaratu.
"Perfect!
Perfect!" The crowd cheered.
"Wonderful. We never
knew Ibrahim's marriage will be after Jemila. Is a fortnight convenient for you
too?" Ibrahim’s father asked.
"Perfect!!!"
They echoed.
"Yay!!!" The
crowd cheered as they hugged themselves tightly. Their mothers cheered with their
drinks and grinned happily. Their parents knew they were perfect for each other
and they were right! They would make a beautiful and perfect couple!!!
THE END
A/N: Lost Love has come to an end. A thing I like about the story is that it is short and simple. Our next series will start next week and I want you all to be curious of what is to come next!
Till then, I want to say a massive thank you to all readers that have consistently followed the story from the start to the end. For those who have missed on some episodes, know that you can gain access to the previous episodes on the lower part of the blog post. Once you click on the link, you can catch up on the juicy episodes that you've missed.
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