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    Perhaps Fatima could be given a benefit of doubt by her dad

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    *I AM ABLE*

    Chapter 22

    Yusuf.

    Ever since I learnt about Aminah’s pregnancy, I practically hadn’t been myself at all. I had promised to reach her soon but here I was, still thinking about what to do. The baby was mine, and it might be the only child I would ever be blessed with in my entire life. Hence, the issue of abortion was not even in my mind. Plus, she might die while in the process and I would be a murderer for that since I was the cause of everything that had befallen her…

    “Yusuf!” My sister’s voice pulled me out of my trance. “What’s wrong with you?”

    “Nothing” I huffed as I gently adjusted into a sitting position on top of my bed.

    “Is it about dad and mum?” She asked.

    “I said nothing!” I yelled at her.

    “Hmm, alright then. But don’t say I did not ask you, understand?” She said and then continued. “I am flying to Lagos…”

    “Lagos?” I puzzled.

    “Yeah, for a business deal with Yargote Group. I will spend two days there, so if you need anything just check the vault in my room I left 10 million naira there although I know you have more than 60 million in your bank account” She said.

    “Oh yes!” I widened my teeth.

    “See him” She said about leaving when I called her back. “Yes, is there anything you need again?” She wrinkled a brow.

    “No” I sighed and continued. “Just take care, ok?” I said laying back on my bed.

    “You too” She said and left. Actually, she seemed nice to me these days, or was it because our parents left me under her care? Though that didn’t really used to stop her from poking fun at me at times.

    Buzz… buzz… buzz…

    My phone began vibrating and at the same time ringing. I didn’t hesitate to check the caller i.d and when I did, I found out it was Aminah. I had saved her number the moment we departed that day. “AsSalama Alaykum” I said as soon as I unhesitatingly picked the call.

    “Wa’alaykumus Salam…” She said and then sniffed. “Come to our house, now”

    “Your house?” I puzzled. “Is everything ok?” I asked hopping for a quick reply.

    “Just come to our house please” She said and before I knew it, she ended the call.

    Thus, I hurriedly withdrew from my bed and changed into a decent attire before driving to the house. It was as though hell awaits me, I was so scared yet I was willing to face anything for Aminah. I was the cause of everything and so I must take full responsibility!

    Knock!

    Knock!!

    Knock!!!

    I gave their gate 3 consecutive knocks and just then, a man opened it gently. “How may I help you, please?” He said.

    “I am here to see Aminah” I said.

    “Aminah?” He chuckled. “Not around”

    “Please,” I blurted just as he was about closing the gate. “She called me over…”

    “Right? Then call her on phone to come and get you in” He said closing the gate.

    God! I muttered as I quickly pulled out my phone from my pocket and sent her a text message. “I am by your gate, pls!”

    Thus, she came out few minutes later with her luggage. As confused as I was, I asked her what exactly was going on and she told me her uncle had sent her packing. I was shocked, I thought she called me to see him. Her eyes were so red and I could see traces of tears in her face, she must have cried incessantly.

    “Aminah I would like to talk to your uncle, please lead me to him” I said.

    “Not today, he’s very angry” She said.

    And looking at how she stood by the sun with her luggage, I felt some moist in my eyes. As young as she was, she was pregnant. Will Allah even forgive me if something bad happens to her? I thought while staring at her stomach.

    “I am so sorry” I said with a sigh.

    “Sorry will never change anything, the best thing is to abort it” She suggested.

    “No!” I protested.

    “But why?” She asked. “Don’t you know the shame it will bring to our families if we don’t get rid of it? I am asking you!”

    “Not when we keep it a secret” I said.

    “And how is that possible?” She asked.

    “By isolating yourself” I responded.

    “Until I deliver the child?” She rose her brows. “That means no school for me!”

    “Yes, but please have faith in me. I will In Shaa Allah make it up to you” I said.

    “Okey, na amince” She said after nearly a minute or so of silence. “But idan har ka yaudare ni bazan yafe ma ba, ever!”

    “I will never betray you” I assured her.

    “I hope so…” She said and then asked me to drive her to her friend’s house.

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    Written by;
    Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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    May Allah help u

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    Yusuf, when willu stop inviting drama into your life?

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    As tough as Yusuf act, his conscience is still intact

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    *I AM ABLE*

    Chapter 23

    Aminah.

    Growing up in my uncle’s house, I was treated as if I was an outsider. I had no right to do the things I like in the house and whenever I messed up, I would be throbbed mercilessly by both my uncle and his wife. They were so strict, cruel and also non-nonsense but despite all that… they gave me the best education.

    My parents had died in a plane crash when I was two years old, leaving all their wealth behind and since I was just a baby at that time, my relatives decided to share the wealth amongst themselves leaving me with nothing. That was unislamic but did they even care about their religion? They didn’t!

    Thus, my uncle was forced to take me with him since he had no children. He was my father’s stepbrother and was among the people that took everything from me. His mansion said it all, how could a secondary school teacher with petty salary own such a very big house with four cars? You should think too!

    And honestly, nearly everyone I knew used to think I was a pampered child since I was seen attending only private schools, living in a big house, wearing nice clothes, using expensive gadgets and so on. Unknown to them was the fact that all they used to see were but deceptions by my uncle to make them think he cared about me but he practically didn’t. If only they knew!

    When I got admission into Zulu College, my uncle said after my Degree there he would literally marry me off because I was a liability to him. He had hoped to see me scale through the four years in a blink of an eye but then I brought pregnancy to him in my first semester.

    My uncle became furious that he beat the hell out of me and told me to pack all my belongings and return back to our village in Jigawa. But why would I even do that? Returning back to our village with pregnancy will land me into trouble, if only I had the money to abort it before going there. It was expensive and the person responsible for the pregnancy didn’t even sign for it, he insisted that we keep the baby.

    Before I left my uncle’s house, I already had my plan which was to go to my one true friend’s apartment at Garima and  stay with her until things gets better. It was a decision I had to make whether I like it or not since I had no where to go and would certainly not return back to the village with the baby I was carrying.

    Safiya Abdulrahman had been a friend to me since childhood days, she knew almost all my secrets and I knew hers as well. She was the first to hear about the pregnancy and also the one that advised me to abort it. But as soon as she learnt who the person responsible was, she told me to keep it against all odds. Actually, it was Yusuf Dolari and his father owned the DAF Limited…

    I practically did not even know all that until Safiya did her research and told me. Well, his wealth wasn’t what I was after. I just loved him. In fact, I was the one that approached him the day we first met during our orientation party but I did not do that to make him sleep with me, I only did that to win his heart.

    “Aminah!” Safiya yelled my name and swiftly walked over to me. “It is Yusuf, I think he wants to talk to you…” She said and then handed her phone over to me.

    “Okey” I accepted the call and placed the phone on my ear. “Good evening”

    “Evening!” He said and continued. “Where did you kept your phone?”
    “In the drawer” I muttered.

    “Okey, I have been calling you since” He said and I could sense the anger in him.

    “Sorry” I implored.

    “It’s okey” He said and asked how I was before telling me to take care of myself and our baby. “If you need anything, money… please Aminah don’t hesitate to tell me. I truly ought to make sure you and our baby are perfectly fine, okey?”

    “Okey” I gulped.

    “Did the nurse come today?” He asked.

    “No, she’s busy” I responded.

    “Busy? Ita wawuya ce? I paid her to be checking on you daily fa!” He squealed.

    “Calm down, I was the one that grant her the permission not to come” I said.

    And that made him to heave a sigh. “Don’t do that again, please” He said.

    “Okey…” I muttered and bade him goodnight before ending the call.

    Quite alright Yusuf was a responsible guy, he was just three years older than me but he behaved like someone two times older than me. He was also kind and generous, always spending on me as if I was his wife. Sometimes, I used ask myself if I had ever met someone like him in my life before. He was so unique, incomparable and I loved him.

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    Written by;
    Muhammad Abubakar (KingMoha)

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    Their pals, I really appreciate all of your comments on this story

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    It is getting complicated

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