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Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 11:06pm On Sep 11, 2020 |
this is my first story on nairaland your comments, observation is highly appreciated |
Re: Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 11:11pm On Sep 11, 2020 |
ONE
It was an hour after crepuscular, the moon was vibrantly radiating
reflected light rays; blessing the murky Earth; blending with synthetic
rays and a kaleidoscopic pattern of light was seen. Mother Nature
breathed serene, pacific and cool air which splashed on Ameer; a
sweet sensation crawling inside him. He was exhilarated: a cauldron
of bliss, excitement, and curiosity. He alighted from his new Range
Rover, which he was driving for the first time. It was a gift from his
mother, presented to him that day which was his wedding day. It was
a new day, a new car, a new house, a new wife, and a new life.
The gatekeeper ran to him as he tried to carry the big bag stashed
with assorted snacks, drinks, and food. It was the first night.
He asked the gatekeeper not to bother and then gave him two
notes of one thousand naira. A bright expression splashed on his broad
face, his breathing increased in tempo.
What? Ameer wondered. Was this reaction for just two thousand
naira? He gave him a bundle: one hundred thousand naira.
The gatekeeper stopped thanking him, looked at the money and
then Ameer saw tears in his eyes. Ameer left him speechless and
walked to the front door of the mansion. The front yard was spacious,
bedecked and endowed with a long parking space with posh cars
juxtaposed. Three of the cars were for the bride.
He opened the front door and saluted; heard no reply, and then
walked into the gargantuan living-room which was expensively
furnished. He ascended the stairs, appreciating the architectural
prowess and ambidexterity displayed; the enigmatic interpretation by
building technologists and civil engineers.
He loved his new home; their new home. He stopped before the
bedroom door, prayed, and then said, “Assalamu alaikum
warahmatullah.”
The mellifluous voice that replied sent a shiver through him; a
voice that was smooth, natural, and honey-sweet.
He opened the door and walked into the big room and found her
sitting on the bed. This was his new wife.
“You are the most beautiful woman on Earth.” He said and he
meant it.
She widened her lips into a ravishing smile that shone so bright
and obliterated the electric lights. |
Re: Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 11:15pm On Sep 11, 2020 |
A powerful smile that made him defile gravitational law; damn W= mg. He was floating, inhaling lilac and exhaling jasmine. She sat at the edge of the bed, a small white teddy bear resting on her laps, while she placed her slim hands on it. The golden bracelets, adorned with diamond stones, sparkled; synchronizing with the designs on her hands and legs. This was Ameerah, his new wife. She was a quintessence of unadulterated beauty. She was slim and broad at the middle, giving her a model like glitter. Her skin was as smooth as mirror, like a new product just out of its nylon pack. Her eyes were large, immaculate white with very dark iris. When she blinked, the long natural eyelashes looked as if they were displaying in a circus. Her nose was slim and a bit long, perfectly placed above pink cattleya orchid full lips. Her oval shaped face was set into soft spot which made him wonder if there was anything more attractive than her. Her hair was simply made into pigtails, shiny, silky and long. He went and gently placed the items on a table, carried a bowl of ice cream and then moved slowly, a smile planted on his face, and sat on the floor before her. “Your majesty, I am your humble servant here to serve you. The palace has outlined my duties: I am to love you unconditionally, make sure I protect your happiness and never let it go far. I am to provide your needs: material, abstract and emotional. I have been ordered to make you smile and laugh, pamper you and feed you ice cream, massage you, bath you and carry you to bed when you feel too tired. I have also been appointed to assist in kitchen, and help you with morning exercise. They said I double as a bodyguard and a company to beautiful places. When you need someone to lean on, I will be there. If you need a friend to talk to, I am there. I could be a pedagogue, or an apprentice. I could be anything but with much love and care. Allah has joined us together; I pray He gives us the strength to adhere to His rules. This is my small world. Welcome my queen. I hope you will not be disillusioned.” She said nothing, just looked at him and then a she closed her eyes. He uncovered the ice cream. Two thin streams of tears ran down her dimpled cheeks. Were those tears of joy? “Ameer, what I want to say is deep from my heart. Thank you for your sweet words |
Re: Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 11:21pm On Sep 11, 2020 |
Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky. But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.” Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him we will return). Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination. “I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He said, flummoxed. “You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love. I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.” She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind? He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend. He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet her. He did and fell for her. He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman! She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into a virulent inferno. She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the floor, crying and vituperating. He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste[center]Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky. But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.” Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him we will return). Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination. “I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He said, flummoxed. “You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love. I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.” She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind? He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend. He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet her. He did and fell for her. He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman! She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into a virulent inferno. She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the floor, crying and vituperating. He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste[/center]Words that every sane girl want to hear from her husband. You are handsome and caring. You have all a woman dreams of and I consider any girl who marries you lucky. But I hate you, Ameer. You brought nothing but doom into my life. I stopped living the day I met you. You took away my joy, you ruined my life. I was happy before you came. You will never get love from me......never Ameer. The more I see you, the more I hate you.” Inna lillahi wa'inna ilaihi raji'un (from Allah we come and to Him we will return). Literary, he began to hear a ringing sound, not sure if it was from his head, ear or heart. Something in his head began to swirl, his heart ached but something kept saying it was all auditory hallucination. “I don't get it. But I asked you if you were interested or not.” He said, flummoxed. “You did and I said I was interested. Mum is hypertensive. She did not force me to marry you but I knew she wanted it. If I had refused, she would not have forced me but I will hurt her. You asked me if I loved you or not, I said I did but actions speak louder than voice, they say. You never saw that passion in me or any sign of love. I began to hate my name because of the similarity with yours.” She burst into tears, crying hysterically. What ! He tried to calm her, then the subliminal messages began to inchoate but it was too late. He had thought she was just too shy. Her lackadaisical response was born out of hatred. How could he have been so blind? He never wanted it at first too, but he fell in love with her. Their parents were friends. Her mother was his mother's childhood friend. He remembered the first day his mother told him about her. He rejected the idea. He hated fixed marriages. She asked him to meet her. He did and fell for her. He asked her if she was okay with it, he did not want it to be a one sided love, he could not wish for any girl to get married to a man she did not love. But he was wrong. Ya Rahman! She was crying profusely. He tried to calm her, hold her hand but the touch was like igniting a raging spark which metamorphosed into a virulent inferno. She swayed her hands and hit him, collected the bowl of ice cream and slammed it on his face. If he had not quickly closed his eyes, It could have been more pernicious. She then sprang up, completely ballistic, went to the table and scattered the stuff he brought on the floor, crying and vituperating. He was trying to wipe the ice cream off his face. Some of it slipped into his mouth but all he felt was a bitter taste |
Re: Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 6:27am On Sep 12, 2020 |
“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That will only be over my dead body!” He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for real. She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the toilet than be with him. His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face. It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time. They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to Ameerah, he did not object. “Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited. “No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky. “Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya (we are in a romantic mood).” “Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother. He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?” Jeez! This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail thwart his brother’s first night. Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother. But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give another reason. “I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.” “Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and bounce. I have to go. She is coming.” I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his cheeks. She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night.[center]“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That will only be over my dead body!” He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for real. She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the toilet than be with him. His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face. It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time. They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to Ameerah, he did not object. “Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited. “No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky. “Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya (we are in a romantic mood).” “Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother. He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?” Jeez! This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail thwart his brother’s first night. Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother. But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give another reason. “I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.” “Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and bounce. I have to go. She is coming.” I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his cheeks. She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night.[/center]“You brought all these rubbish because you want to have me. That will only be over my dead body!” He stood befuddled; not uttering a word as he tried to wake up from what he felt was a nightmare. But the fact remained: this was for real. She ran into the toilet, crying and slammed the door. The clicking sound told him that she locked the door. She had rather stayed in the toilet than be with him. His phone rang and he picked it, still feeling the cold on his face. It was Amaar, his twin brother. They got married at the same time. They were identical twins. Amaar got married to Ameena, a girl he had been dating for years. Ameer was not lucky to have a girl like Amaar so when their mother suggested that he got married to Ameerah, he did not object. “Guy, I know it's a faux pas to call now but I could not wait. Hope she can't hear me.” He said, sounding excited. “No. I'm alone.” He said trying to sound perky. “Maza, why didn't we get married earlier? Muna ta kona soyayya (we are in a romantic mood).” “Same here, bro.” He lied, but he was happy for his brother. He paused. “What is wrong with you, bro?” Jeez! This was one guy who was his lie detector. He could hardly lie to him successfully and vice versa. Telling Amaar it was all hunky-dory was a cockamamie and he would detect. He could not let his travail thwart his brother’s first night. Amaar had the right to be happy and he was going to make sure he did. Ya Allah, hide my troubles from him, he prayed. This was a secret he was ready to keep from everyone, including his twin brother. But it was not possible to tell him it was all well, so he had to give another reason. “I just got lassitude from stress, bro. I got a headache.” “Bro, this is not the night to fall sick. Get Panadol Extra and bounce. I have to go. She is coming.” I am happy for you ,bro. I pray you enjoy that for the rest of your life, he prayed in his heart and smiled, with hot tears flowing down his cheeks. She spent the night there. This was his first wedding night. |
Re: Family On Fire by Farouk4194(m): 6:31am On Sep 12, 2020 |
this family is really on fire
your comments is highly appreciated
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