CHAPTER 5: EVIL NEVER CHANGES

"What didn't you get from the list?" She turned to me and grinned. "For the first time i got everything." I raised my brows in disbelief. "That's nice when you're done put all this." I motioned the plates and the blue food warmer "Arrange them on the dinning table don't forget to add three extra plates for our guest." I walked out and strolled towards the stairs. I was also tired and wanted to rest.

"Oh there she goes...Ihsan do come here." I turned to Umma who called from across the room. Just great exactly what I was avoiding. "Yes?" I walked up to Umma and Basma seating down watching E.Entertainment.

'How do i look south africa.' to be precise.

"Yes, I want to take my bath after this so please get the heater started." There is a switch in her room That had water heater written boldly on it yet she calls for me, I tried to tame my anger and fortunately it was tamed. I don't know what her game is but i will keep watch. "You don't have to wait for me. You can always call Hauwa's attention if you need Anything." Basma looked at me with a surprised look raising both brows. "Hauwa." I called she came out wiping her hands. "Yes. Aunty".

"Please go and switch on the Water heater in Umma's room. Thank you." I half smiled.

When Hauwa walked away Umma motioned me to seat, I followed and sat on the two seater that was as far away from them as possible. "Oh. I wanted to thank you for all the gifts you gave Nana." She shook her head and smiled showing her teeth "Its alright. I'm her only grandmother so I should show her love. Not Like your mother comes here. When was the last time she came?." She whiaperyelled the last part. I opened my mouth to give her the most bitter answer anyone has ever given her but she continued.

"Never mind, I don't care. I wanted to talk to you on something that has been bothering me and Abdullah too." I was almost about to cut her shut until she mentioned 'Bothering Abdullah?'. Nahh she's just trying to play tricks with my head. So I sat and kept mum.

"Ending of this year you guys would celebrate your 5th anniversary and well by now you should have had another child, A male child." With anger in me I lowered my head I hated this topic. It always crushes my soul.

"Because I know Abdullah doesn't have any problem so maybe you should go check your self, kinji." I felt Basma's gaze on me. I looked up and Umma's face was with disgust. "Err Basma excuse us please." She told her last born.

She stood up and quickly walked to the Other living room just opposite this on shuting the glass door. "Look Ihsan you have a child already say Alhamdullilah to that. If you're unable kindly allow my son to marry another woman who would put him out of his sorrow. A Nigerian woman. A full Nigerian woman with no problems. What ever sorcery you have placed on him that makes him not want to marry another woman. I beg you please let him go." Still talking in a low tone. A Part of me wanted to stand up and walk out but my legs were too weak. Why hasn't Abdullah spoken to me about this yet he went to his mother.

"Is that all...Umma." I was too saddened to say or reply her

She furrowed her brows. "I hope you're not angry i am just talking to you like a mother talking to her daughter. I thought you would understand. You can go since you're too stubborn to listen." I used up all the strength in me standing up not giving have a glance.

Stroming up the stairs i tried to tame myself."Assalamualaikum." I Greeted immediately I walked inside our room.

"Gimbiyata." He answered.

(Gimbiyata my princess.)

"Are you taking Nana to Work or i'm I?." He furrowed his brows. "Nana, to work?" He rephrased sitting beside me. I used this opportunity to rest my head on his shoulders. His hand crawled to my cheek caressing it softly.

"What's bothering you." I shook my head. Fighting back the tears. I hate it when I am sad or worried or even angry In front of Abdullah he gets frustrated and I don't like it when he is in that state.

"Did my mum say something to you? Or my sisters?" He asked and I didn't respond I had nothing to say.

Because what's the essence they would still be staying here until end of august in a few weeks. "Nothing." But I guess I know one thing that has been Bothering me. "I think we need to see a doctor again." I took my head from his shoulder's and starred at him noticing that his brows were knotted. "Maybe we need to check if there is something wrong with one of us. Abdullah we can't just have Nana as our only child remember when we got married we wanted three kids but look at us we only stopped at one." He finally understood where the conversation was heading.

"My friend at the hospital is a gynecologist. Maybe.."

He stood up running a hand his face he walked towards the chest of drawers. He paused running a hand through his soft hair. "What else did my mother say to you." My eyes widened, I shook my head. "No..no shee. Nothing" He hissed pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You don't expert me to believe that don't you." He strolled to the door almost stepping out whilst I ran after him "What are you going to do." He didn't listen to me and continued walking further almost reaching for the stairs when i finally took his hand into mine.

"Zawj...stop please." I whisper yelled.

"I told her not to say anything to you about this issue."

And when realisation hit me I stood there starstrucked. So it is bothering him I lost my voice to even speak as tears bubbled up in my eyes, when I blinked a tear fell on my right cheek. "So it is bothering you."

I don't want Abdullah to talk to his mother only God knows what she would do when I'm home alone and no one is around what she would say or do. If she knew her son was on my side she would try as much as possible to make him come back to her's so its best if he doesn't talk to her. I can endure any tantrum she can throw to me for the next few weeks.

I walked back to our room and before the door shut he walked in as well. "What again did Umma tell you." He spoke holding the hand I used to cover up my face.

"She only told me things you couldn't tell me." I let go of his hand and it fell beside him. He was quiet just staring at his hand.

"Why didn't you tell me. We would have tried other ways. Wait... You want to add another wife? really Abdullah. You had to tell your mother this. Never knew you were such a mama's boy until today." He Took a step closer with a straight face. "What?... What Are you saying?" He spoke slower than watching paint dry, it was asif he was trying not to get angry.

"Yes. You know what? just say it, Just tell me, Come clean. Or I will have to ask your mother for everything." I knew Abdullah loved his mum but I didn't know he told her everything.

"What exactly did she tell you?" He didn't break eye contact

"It doesn't matter. Trust me, Because you know what you told her." I grimace.

"Ihsan. I'm happy I thank God every Time I look at Nana. And I am happy we had her. Where are you getting all this rumours." I pushed his hand off my shoulder. He puts it back again and i did the same thing

"Right now I don't want you touching me." I warned him and he took a step back frowning.

"Wow. I'm trying to explain things to you and this is how you want to behave." I took my veil off and let my hair down. I walked to my walk in closet pulling out my wide pants and a tee shirt. I did all this with His eyes glued to me.

"See it's almost time for Maghrib I suggest you start making your way to the mosque, Oh and keep your eyes opened maybe. Just maybe you might find a Full Nigerian that you will marry so she may bare you kids. Many. Many male kids."

His upper eyelids dropped a little. And I immediately regretted what I said because. He was hurt. But at the same time I didn't Want to take it back.