Bøger udgivet af Fahd Alvina

"Mr Aremu nods with a smile and says, "Yes, I heard about it. And I heard you have been doing beautifully well at the interview so far. I like the fact that you are hardworking." I urge the need to roll my eyes at my dad as I maintain the bogus smile on my lips. I am sure he was the one that told Mr Aremu about my Job interview. But why would he?"Thank you, sir." I replied to Mr. Aremu, He faces my father and says,"I think it's high time we get these kids married. They have become of age and they are already doing well on their own."I don't mind Mr Aremu because I don't understand what he just said and I am sure the kid he is talking about is definitely not me. He is probably joking. He was known to be a comedian from teenage.I face my phone to continue what I am doing but I look up again when I hear my father's voice."Yes. I think so too. I was even thinking of discussing it with you when it remains the two of us." My father replies Mr Aremu and I look around at everybody's faces. They also have the same surprise look as me except my mum who looks indifferent. And the two old men look so serious too. They don't sound like they are joking."Why should we discuss it in private? They are mature enough now so it is normal we discussed it in their presents. I will discuss it with my son when he comes back from a business trip. I want us to hasten the preparation and get them married as soon as possible." Mr Aremu says. My eyes dart to my father who is nodding in agreement and my curiosity arises.Why is he nodding? Is this matter really not a joke? The man said 'his son' so I am sure my dad's part is a girl. Of course, since we are all girls. We are all girls but who? Not me definitely. Maybe my junior sister Ronke. They are definitely discussing Ronke. I face Ronke, looking at her pitifully as she spreads her hand in a shrug, asking me why I am looking at her like that.Poor her. I think to myself as I fix my eyes on her pitifully."Daddy Toke, what are you two talking about or is this one of your jokes?" Mrs Aremu asks her husband as she probably can't believe what she is hearing too. And it seems she just heard about it for the first time."It's not a joke. Uthman and I have had it in mind since they were very young." Mr Aremu answers his wife like it is not a serious matter and she frowns."So it's not a joke and it's even been a long time since the two of you decided about it and I am just hearing about it for the first time? Why? Why didn't you mention it to me at all? All this while?" Mrs Aremu asks in a loud voice. She is obviously getting angry. But Mr Aremu does not answer or mind her. He faces my dad to say something to him but his wife talks again,"Who among the kids are you talking about? You will answer that at least, right?" "Bola and your son of course. Who else has grown to the age of marriage if not them." Mr Aremu says and I choke on my saliva, coughing. My mother and sister run to me, saying,"Are you okay?"Who? Did he just mention my name or didn't I hear him correctly? My ear is definitely faulty. It can't be my name."I am fine. Mum, what is he talking about?" My voice is low."Don't worry about it. We will discuss it when we get home."What? Is she serious right now? Did the man really mention my name and not Ronke's? Is my mother aware? All this thought runs through my mind within a jiffy.There is no way I am accepting to be betrothed to anyone whosoever. I have a boyfriend and I love him.

"Please, stop for a few minutes and let us continue later," I beg my husband with my eyes brimmed with tears. I am in severe pain.Aziz and I got married a month ago and due to an unexpected reason, we just moved to our rented apartment yesterday. Aziz broke my hymen last night. Left to me, I don't want us to copulate again till my private part bruises heal but I don't have a choice since Aziz said he wants it. So doing it now and with this kind of pain I am going through at the moment, I want him to stop thrusting.Aziz pauses, looks into my eyes with a grimace and says,"If I stop right now and stand up, just know that I will never copulate with you again till as long as we live. I swear to the God who made me." He says it with his eyes focused on me, breathing heavily and with the look on his face, one will know that he means every word he just said.I blink twice at his words, feeling tears in my cheeks. I feel like I am in dreamland.Definitely a dream. I don't want to believe those inconsiderate words could come out of my husband's mouth knowing fully well that I am not faking the pain, speaking of what I went through last night before I was deflowered by him.Seeing how serious he is while saying what he just said and even swore with Allah's name, I don't want to gamble. And because I had seen someone in that shoe before, her husband swore never to touch her ever again and stood on the words till the woman expired. I don't want to live my life like that. I don't want my marriage to be dead on arrival. I want a blissful marriage. So I say,"I am sorry. I am so sorry. Let's continue." He rolls his eyes at me, hiss and continues thrusting up and down insouciantly.Another set of tears roll down my eyes but I turn my head to the other side to hide it in order not to provoke him more. He continues thrusting while my private parts and lap are hurting like they are on fire.Many thoughts run through my mind within a moment.What is going on with him? Did I do something wrong? What causes Aziz to change his attitude like this? This is not how he talks to me when we were courting. We courted for five months, getting to know one another and planning our wedding but he has never raised his voice at me nor talked to me with a serious tone but what changes? My mind is full of many thoughts coupled with the pain I am feeling down there.I have definitely wronged him. Maybe I did something wrong. I will ask him about it later and apologize. I think to myself.Aziz stands up when he is done without looking at my face or even bothering to ask how I am feeling and enters the bathroom."Won't you stand up and clean up?" Aziz says to me as soon as he comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later."I will. I am just taking my time because I am in pain." I say but he rolls his eyes at me and says,"What pain are you feeling that people haven't felt before? Stand up, be a woman and let's go.""Let's go? To where? Are we going somewhere together?" I ask in a low and respectful tone."Yes. We are going to visit our other neighbours. They invited us to a meeting." Aziz says sharply and leaves the room, murmuring on his way out.I struggle to stand up and limp to the kitchen. I boil water, use it to bathe and use the remaining to massage my private part to reduce the pain I am feeling down there.An hour later, I am done and I walk to the sitting room where Aziz is sitting impatiently, waiting for me."I am ready," I say,"I thought you wanted to turn yourself into a fish in the bathroom." He hisses and stands up."Let's go." He adds.