“You left her because of how she treated me?” she asked.
“Yes, guess that’s how it’s meant to be. I can tolerate anything, but I cannot tolerate seeing someone maltreat a fellow human just as she did to you when you mistakenly spilled drinks on her,” I said.
She just stared at me and said, “Yeah, true but—”
I didn’t let her finish her sentence before I remembered the first question I asked her. “Hey, you’ve changed the topic right? I caught you,” I said and we burst into laughter.
“But which topic did I change?” she asked, still laughing, pretending she didn’t know what I was talking about.
I stopped laughing and said, “Stop pretending, why don’t you want me to have your number?”
She stopped laughing too and replied, “Actually, I felt that there’s no use of me giving you my number; and moreover, I don’t give my number out easily.”
“And who told you that your number won’t be useful to me?”
“Okay, why are you bent on collecting my number? I’ve refused to give it to you many times but you don’t want to give up. Guess I don’t have a choice anymore but to give it to you so that I can breathe in peace,” she said and we burst into another round of laughter.
“Was I holding your breath?” I asked, still laughing. I stopped laughing and said, “I met your colleague secretly to give me your number, but he refused, telling me that you don’t like them giving out your number to strangers. Did you really tell him not to give your number out too?”
“So many customers have been wanting to get my number, some even went as far as to meet my colleagues like you did and they ended up giving them my number. Everyday, I’ll see new number calling me, singing songs. That was why I told them not to give my number out to anybody no matter what. I just hate being disturbed,” she said.
“Wow! Seems you have so many admirers,” I said, carelessly.
“Huh? Many admirers?”
“No no, what I mean is that you are very beautiful, that’s why they all want your digits,” I said.
“Awww really? Thanks,” she said, blushing.
I smiled and asked, “Am I also disturbing you too?”
“No, no, you aren’t,” she replied sharply.
I kept on driving till we got to a traffic jam, I decided to change the subject of discussion to keep the conversation going.
“Do you stay with your parents?” I asked.
“No. My parents are in Kastina state.I stay with my elder sister here in Kano,” she replied.
“You are from Kastina state?” I further asked.
“Yes, I am. My elder sister got married and moved down here with her husband. I joined her few months later after finishing my youth service, hoping to get a good job down here, but nothing came out that’s why I’m working in that coffee shop waiting till when I get a better job,” she said.
“Don’t worry, you will,” I said, giving her assurance that she will get a good job.
“Yeah, I believe in Allah.”
We got to her address, I parked my car at the front of a small flat, which she said was her sister’s house. She thanked me and was about going in, but I called her back.
“Hey, Halima, you haven’t given me your phone number,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, I almost forgot.”
I gave her my cell phone, she typed her number and handed it back to me. We bid each other goodnight because it was past 9pm, before she went in. I saved her number immediately as ‘My wife’, a dream that later came true!
I drove home, called her few minutes later that I’ll be coming to take her home the next day and she agreed, but that was after the much persuasion she got from me.
Days passed, weeks passed, I kept on meeting up with her and taking her home every evening. We became very close and got to know each other more. She told me that she was a graduate of Umar Musa Yar’ adua University and graduated with a second class upper in economics. I offered her a job in my company which she accepted with so much joy.
Mr Ahmed was the CEO of Double Leathers Enterprises, Nigeria. His father was the original founder of the company but retired years later and handed over the corporation to Ahmed, who was his only son. Double Leathers Enterprises was widely known in Nigeria as one of the best leather-producing companies. They produced leather bags, belts, shoes and many more. Since the company was passed on to Mr Ahmed, he tried hard to make it reach its peak in order not to let his father down. It was ranked one of the major leather producing companies in Nigeria by Forbes last year and he swore never to give up until it is ranked the number one.
Mr Ahmed was a renowned and well known entrepreneur who never took material things serious because he believed that after death, his wealth won’t go with him to the grave. He engaged in charitable activities, helping the poor and needy the best way he could. Many people called him a philanthropist but he said he was not giving out to be praised or to attract attentions to him; he give out because that was what children of Allah should be doing.
Halima started working with me as the assistant managing director of my company. I knew that that position was too big for a newly employed staff, but her brains made her got the position. She was very intelligent and had good business ideas as an economist, which proved that she earned her degree.
That was a very big opportunity for me to be seeing her everyday. I asked her out on a date and she accepted. We went out on our date one particular Sunday night at a popular restaurant. That was where I confessed my feelings to her. She accepted to be my girlfriend without hesitation.
Few months later, she introduced me to her sister and her husband, I was welcomed warmly and entertained. They were indeed a great couple.
Eleven months later, I proposed marriage to Halima and she accepted to be my wife immediately, that night was indeed a day I will never forget. I later introduced her to my father and he loved her the moment he saw her. From there, I took her to my sister’s house to introduce her to Hajiya.
Hajiya welcomed her, but when she got to find out that she was the waitress that spilled drinks on Sadiya, she hated her since then. Hajiya’s hatred for halima continued but I didn’t care. She wasn’t the one marrying her, I was.
Months later, we got married in a grand style. Our wedding was graced by well known business tycoons in Nigeria, the likes of Aliko Dangote, Mike Adenuga and many more. We spent our honeymoon in Qatar and later returned to Nigeria after spending two weeks there for our honeymoon.
We moved into the new apartment my dad gave us as his wedding present to us, it was a duplex.
Years passed, and we had no child. We became worried and went for different tests, but all the doctors we visited kept on saying that nothing was wrong with us
“Nothing is wrong with you and your wife Mr Ahmed. Just be patient, Allah’s time is the best,” that was what one of the doctors said when we visited his hospital for tests.
But we didn’t stop, we kept on traveling to different states to meet other professional doctors here in Nigeria, still all the results came out the same.
We later gave up and decided to look up to Allah. We started praying and hoping that Allah will bless us with a child not minding what people were saying and the advice they were giving me to get a second wife.
“Ahmed, don’t you think you should get a second wife?” my friend, Suleiman advised me on one of the several occasions I visited him in his house.
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