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Shuq29: Congrats! Congrats!! Congrats!!!
Thank God we made it to front page cos u really worth it. I will be expecting my kulikuli nd sobo o..........nd also updates......lolz

Its all gone d guests were many.

iamteaser: No update today cos the frontpage syndrome kicked in. It's totally normal:-)

Its nt the frontpage syndrome .....I explained what happened nau.

U r making me to type faster so that I will be able to update today

I Hate 9ja: when pple didnt comment/story neva reach fp u dey complain.....na my turn to complain....abeg dey save as u type....
Lol
i told u then to keep it up...here u are*congratz*

I Neva ccomplained wen it didn't reach fp. Bt u know d comments means so much to a writer and u guys know am trying sha .

And tomorrow's update will be very very very long and mayb if I finish typing it again, I will post tonight.
*Thanks*

Hey guys, sorry for d delay. I finished typing the update but lost it, . I have to start all over again. I dnt knw if it will be ready today bt if it's not, I promise you tomorrow, It will be worth the wait

Lucentbeauty: Am already here sis,waiting for your update. How is ur day going? Am also curious about the course you studied in school.

Miracy: thats sweet Mrs Na’imah

if you dont mind telling me,which course did you study...??

Am still working on it. Sorry abt d delay. I studied Biochemistry My day is going fine, thnx

Winnie1950: Happy Sunday to everyone. I've been silent for a while now but am back. I'm happy we made it to front page. @ underage thank God for the restoration of your baby's health. I'm expecting 3 mega updates today.

Welcome back Winnie. Happy sunday to u too.

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: We got to celebrate, anuty undage wer z d wine nd glasses... 4 dis triple update today lyk u said ealier

Yes, I am working on that. It will come later today

I think the kulikuli and zobo for celebreation is with Mynd.

Miracy: @underage,thank GOD for your baby‘s health and i‘m glad he’s better how is your hubby??


Thanks for the updates,more power to your elbow...its nice knowing you’re a Nigerian...

BTW,what tribe

Everyone is fine now . Yes I am Nigerian, fulani by tribe

IdJack: Op thanks for ur write up...I will like if u can make it in book format. no time to b online to be reading it.

Mayb dat'll b coming later

Miracy:
...sooo touching!i couldnt help myself withold the lil tears that came dripping on my face...

I wonder why death takes away our loved one without an opportunity to say goodbye...

May the soul of your friend rest in perfect peace!!


kudos to this great work,you’re a great writer;its in you...i can see you excel in it...
i really admire your qualities and i wish to be like you someday...



BTW,you’re Nai’mah or....

Thnx and ameen to ur prayers .
Yes I am Na'imah

[quote author=Mynd_44]I know how to catch you[/quote]

[quote author=Mynd_44]No kiss?[/quote]I am a girl and underage

[quote author=Mynd_44]Where is that Underage girl sef [/quote]I am here Mynd boy

*Runs into thread*
Am here my oga at the top

Well guys, we made it. Cos without you, this wouldn't have happened . Thanks so much.

*grabs kulikuli and zobo and dancing azonto*

Thnx once again everyone.

Lucentbeauty: Thanks sis,amen! I have read it am sorry about ur bestfriend,may he rest in peace. Its this month right? Its well. When is ur next update? How old is your son? You never once mentioned his name. Wouldnt it be nice if Aariz was real? I would seek him out just to hear him speak. You have done a marvelous job and you are a mother. #Thumbs up sis

Thnx dear. Yes, 20th dis month, it will be two years without him . Next update comes tomorow, by God's grace. My son is 10 going on 11 months old . U r d first person to ask his name here, its Basheer but i call him Khaleel (friend); I named him after my late friend.
Maybe if u go down to Pakistan, U may find Aariz Ali , please my regards to him when u find him

Temizy: [color=#770077][/color] I luv ur choice f words,they r rili enlightening.tnx

U r wlcm

harlos: #weaimtoencourage


i thought i got it when i said aariz was d silent lover

Nearly got it. Frm the prologue......

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Tnx God ur baby is owkay.... Dat means double update tomorow... Tnx 4 today's update

Yea, by God's grace. You will get even a triple one. I will do anytin for NL's wonderful people .
#Weaimtoplease

Shuq29: At some point, i have to bring out my diary to jot because some sentences or should i say quote are too precious nt to jot down. Anytime i started reading any of ur update its jst like am in class recieving lecture. U are just too much nd may almighty Allah give u more wisdom,knowledge nd understanding. Hw is baby doing? It is well by God's grace.

Ameen Ameen.
The baby is doing great, doesn't even look like an invalid . Thnx dear

harlos: @Lucent... Lol
*teamzeest*

underage thanks for the update, i really learn some lessons from this one and i appreciate

More power to ur elbow

*how is the baby?*

Thanks harlos. The baby is fine. Thnx for ur concern

Lucentbeauty: i love you underage,you are a blessing,thank you so much. I av been reading since 9am and am hooked. I love them all,I love good reads but this is way better. I missed nothing lol #teamunderage will you teach me how to be like you,to write like you,dats all I dream of to be a writer and you just brilliant. Am sorry about your baby? Hope he is better? Will pray for him. Am officially in,so pls my Kuli kuli and zobo. You know so much about that country it seems so odd you are a true born Nigerian. Your husband must be from there. Its #teamAariz for me o I love him still he has learnt and he is now wiser,thou his cigars but nobody is perfect. The silent lover is Zeest,I know she still love him and she is deb's teacher *no one is changing my mind* my battery o but its worth it. Do you have other works? Where do you live? Lol am another Deb. Am happy for Komal,everyone deserves to be happy. Hugs and kisses after Wole soyinka you are next in my book. My family sends their greetings yea their child has started her dance again. Its a funny victory dance when I find something I love. Will be waiting for ur update,would dat be today or tomorrow? I love you!

OMG....all this for me. Am outta words. I love you too . My baby is fine now, really fine. .
Your Kuli kuli and Zobo should b with Mynd
Yes u r right, Zeest is d silent lover, someone should have said dat by now. I live in Virginia, USA and my husband is also from Nigeria, I just love Pakistan as a country, their culture and all that is mindblowing , I guess u know what I mean.
I have a short story here on NL, check it out frm Literature section 'Evergreen memories', it need editing though bt am sure u'll like it. And mayb few may come in the future.
Thank you! Thank you!! Thank you!!! For all those sweet wrds. I luv u too

P.S. I hope ur dream comes true someday.

[quote author=lola_bridget]Always on point[/quote]

Hameenat94: Walaahi wit every update... I learn lots 4rm it..tnx...

Am glad to hear dat

On Saturday evening, Komal showered and shampooed, pedicured and manicured, and then gave herself a facial. Deciding something, she brushed her hair and worked it into a loose Gibson-girl style and put on chunky gold earrings.

Looking into her bedroom mirror, she was stunned. It had been so long since she did any makeup. But it felt good. She felt like a new lady, a better woman.

The dress she chose to wear was a warm Laura Ashley print, in shades of russet, green and brown. Its main attraction to Komal was that it had high neck and long sleeves, and the hem was only a few inches off her ankles. With opaque black tights to complete her cover, Komal was reasonably satisfied with the result. Low-heeled shoes were not unattractive on someone of her height and slenderness.

She was giving herself a critical look when the phone rang. Picking up the receiver, she put it to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Komal?" Sikander's voice was unmistakable. "You ready?"

She answered in the affirmative.

"Good. I'll be there in a few minutes.’’

What he was up to, she knew very well, Komal thought as she put down the phone. But what she wanted to do, she wasn't quite sure.

No, she was sure. She decided. What she really wanted to do was get it over with. They would have dinner, and share a silted exchange of news, and then he would repeat the same question, his proposal, and this time she'll blast the bomb.

Yes, she had to tell him now, that there had been some other man in her life and she was sure, once she tells him that, he was never going to ask for her hand again, as a matter of fact.

As Sikander reached her home, her mother ushered him to her bedroom, he halted in the doorway, realizing she was not yet aware of his presence.

He caught his lower lip between his teeth as he stared at her dropping figure.

"Komal."

Her name was barely audible across the silent room but she heard him and turned.

"Oh....hi Sikander." She said, forcing a smile that was determinedly bright.

Sikander seemed to be having difficulty in adjusting her appearance, and Komal lifted a nervous hand to her hair, wondering if she looked as distraught as she felt. It had obviously been a shock for him, seeing her like this.

"How have you been?"

"I'm alright." Biting her lips, she took a steadying breath. "So, you wanted to talk?"

"Not here." He looked at Komal as if he still couldn't believe his eyes, and then added, half impatiently.

"We need to go somewhere else."

"Where?"

"Just trust me and follow me." He gave her a very meaningful look. "You won't be disappointed."

Komal averted her gaze and swallowed. He had a great way with his words, always very determined and sure of himself, expert in the art of talking.

"Komal, you look so pale, so thin." He said, his eyes going directly to her wavering gaze.

She made a conspicuous effort to avoid his knowing gaze.

"Shall we go now?" She asked, finding it difficult to say the words with his anxious eyes upon her.

"I think so." He answered.

He sung away from her, thrusting his hands into his trouser pockets.

He looked attractive this evening, though his cloths were not formal, as she had expected. He had his button-down collar, worn without a tie, she noticed----and black-corded trousers were decidedly casual. He fine wool jacket he was wearing with them was gray.

"I'll get the car." He said, as she reached the doorway.

"Okay." Her answer was short as she followed him.

Sikander drove well: fairly fast but not so uncomfortable. They arrived at The Roundhouse, in what seemed an inordinately short space of time.

He circled the car and opened her door. The porter welcomed them with a smile and nod of his head. Sikander stepped back to let her precede him into the restaurant.

The Roundhouse turned out to be a converted windmill, whose stark white-painted facade belied the colorful warmth within. A mirror-backed bar adjoined the circular restaurant, and there was a comfortable air of bustle, and the delightful smell of good food. She followed him to a table in the corner.

In the polite process of choosing where each of them was going to sit, Komal was able to relax, and she was happy to use the excuse of studying the menu to avoid any further contact with Sikander.

But when their orders had been taken, there was nothing to prevent him from looking directly at her.

"Your favorite mango juice, as requested." Sikander announced, as the first preliminary drinks arrived, setting a glass containing a measure of fresh mango juice in front of her.

He had got himself a drink too, Komal noticed. Orange juice by the look of it, and her eyebrows lifted almost involuntarily.

"Cheers!" He lifted his glass towards her.

"Cheers." Komal echoed.

"So." Sikander sighed, lounging indolently in his chair. "What have you been up to?"

"I was going to ask the same question." Komal tried to smile, taking short sips of her drink.

There was complete silence of few seconds between them. She waited for his answer, but it never came.

"Do you like my new dress?" She asked, just to bring a topic to start a formal conversation.

"It's beautiful." He assured her as he reached determinedly for his glass. "Like the rest of you."

His remark was unexpected, and almost involuntary, she felt the warm color surge into her throat at his appraisal.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"No, you didn't." She replied evenly, swallowing a mouthful of the liquid. "It's just that I never saw you commenting like this."

"How many times have we actually met, do you remember?" Sikander asked, his eyes smiling.

"I think 3 or 4 times?"

"Yeah." Sikander agreed, his eyes as cool as ice floes. "How am I supposed to give any personal comments about you, then?"

"I suppose, there's no need to repeat the same question I've already asked you twice." He began formally. "I just wanted to know if your answer is still the same."

Komal managed to take a long breath. Now was the time, to tell him.

"Sikander?"

"Hmmm?"

"Tell me honestly." She now looked deeply into his eyes. "If you found out that your wife used to like someone before marrying you, what would be your reaction?" She asked as she put her glass back on the table with a decided snap.

"Would you still think she's being fair to you?" She reasoned. "Don't you think it's wrong to marry someone who loves someone else?"

"Slow down lady." Sikander said, showing her a gentle smile. "You're asking too much questions at once."

"Sorry."

"Don't be." He shook his head slowly.

She watched as his lashes dropped to veil eyes that were presently a watery shade of gray. He had long lashes for a man, and they did a successful job of hiding his feelings.

"No, I don't think its wrong----not if I am willing and if she does not hide anything from me." He replied.

"As long as we both go into the marriage with our eyes wide open, we can make it."

Komal was so shocked she was sure she must have misheard him.

"I beg your....."

"No, you don't need to hear it again when you've already got it." He smiled gently.

She couldn't say a word. Instead, she just stared at him with trembling lips and blinking eyes.

"Suprised?" He asked, as their meal arrived. "I know even more, much more than you think."

"What do you know?" She asked automatically.

He studied her closely for few seconds and then asked suddenly.

"You loved someone else, didn't you?"

The question hurt as much as her answer.

"Yes." She saw him close eyes and knew it was painful for him to hear too. "But that doesn't necessarily mean, I can't grow to care for another man."

"You've been hurt a lot, right?"

She bit her lips in answer. From her trembling lashes, he could see very well that she was almost about to cry.

He raised his eyes upward to gaze at the wall lamps. "Love is very strange, Komal. It is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect individual. You need it but when you love, it's like destining yourself for pain. You become addicted and dependent on the person. You become strong and at the same time, you open yourself up to being hurt."

She knew it was true but she didn't have the power to nod her agreement.

"Did he love you?" He asked again.

"I think so." Komal said without expression, her eyes staring absently at his face.

"Did he betray you?"

"No, he didn't." She straightened herself on her chair. "Only now I've understood that he had his own reasons." She sighed coldly.

"The key to satisfaction is to know people and trust them to be who they are." Sikander expelled his breath heavily. "Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be and when they are not, we get hurt."

Komal crossed her hands over her bosom and looked away. "Even if I was at his place, I probably would have done the same. But sometimes, I really do think what made his heart love another woman, even more than he loved me."

"Was she more beautiful than you?" Sikander asked with interest in his eyes.

"In some ways she was." Komal shrugged. "She was more patient, more modest and had more trust in God. She was more determined and that's why she got him."

"You mean he loved her back?"

"No, the weird thing is that he hurt her even more than he hurt me." Komal’s lips twitched. "Although she happened to be his wife."

"Really?"

"Yes." She sighed coldly. "He left her as well."

"Well, it reminds me of a short story." He tapped himself back and sighed.

"Which one?" Komal asked curiously.

"It's about two teardrops." Sikander smiled sadly, as he reached for his juice again and took it.

"Two little teardops were floating down the river of life. One drop said to the other, 'I am the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him, who are you?' 'Well, I am the teardrop of the girl who won him.' replied the other."

Komal was so touched by the little story that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I've never felt this lonely in my life." Komal expressed painfully.

"Know what Komal?" Sikander asked in a very soft voice. "When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead, you can look beside you and your best companion will be there."

On his remark, Komal, for the first time in her life, looked at him with a new, fresh hope in her eyes.

"There comes a time when we have to stop loving someone not because that person has stopped loving us but because we have found out they'll be happier if we let go." He told her with an ambitious look.

"I know what you mean." Komal nodded in agreement.

"I was thinking of all the things I haven't said." He went on gruffly, as he put down his glass.

"It isn't always necessary to put feelings into words." She murmured gently. "If you love someone, they can tell."

"So now you believe?" He muttered, eyeing her closely.

"You made me believe, but even before then, I had to believe in myself." Komal replied, getting determinedly to her feet.

Sikander came to his feet with a lithe movement, succesfully reminding her of his superior height and build.

He moved aside, giving her way to precede him.

"Maybe you think no one will ever love you like the way he did." He admitted, as they walked toward his car, taking short, slow steps.

"But I have my own way and I hope you won't be disappointed." He smiled soberly.

"You were never like this, Sikander." Komal said breathlessly.

"I am still the same man." He put a glance on her and grinned. "You never gave me a chance to express myself properly. You were always too absorbed behind that self-made shield of yours." As he spoke, she definitely noticed a tone of slight criticism but he still made his expression gentle.

"But, I suppose it was my fault too." He admitted. "Women need attention and I was too busy in my own matters."

"Once you accept someone for whom and what they really are, they'll surprise you by being better than you ever expected." He smiled lively, as she got beside him in his car. "Love is accepting a person with all his strength and weaknesses."

"Oh Sikander....... I... I don't deserve you." She hid her face in her hands.

"Hey..." He caught her wrists softly with one hand, his other hand on the steering wheel. "Who deserves whom, it's not our task to decide." He was as calm as ever. Oh yes, he was not frigid. He was calm instead. Mature, sober and calm.

"I.... I know I ignored you." She sobbed, trying to hold back her tears.

"The happier the memory, the deeper it hurts." Sikander's voice had never felt this gentle. "There are so many stars in the sky but only some are radiant enough to be noticed. Among those you choose to ignore, is the one which is willing to shine for you forever even if your glance remained elsewhere."

"I have now realized that marriage is something totally out of our hands." Komal murmured huskily. "You never know with whom God has made your match."

"I agree." Sikander agreed evenly. "But our happiness and grief are in our own hands Komal. Sometimes we are too indulged in aftershock of what we have lost to look at what we have gained at the same time."

Komal nodded but said nothing. She was too absorbed in his impressive way of talking and delicate style of expression.

"Always remember." He continued in the same sensational tone. "In love, very rarely do we win but when love is true, even if you lose, you still win for just having the tingle of loving someone more than you love yourself."

"Would you like to go shopping?" He asked as he changed the topic, looking hopefully at her.

"Ummm."

"Just for a change." He wanted her affirmation.

She smiled and nodded.

It was easy to relax in Sikander's company. He was an old family friend, solid and reliable, someone she could trust and respect. And Komal was grateful. In fact, for the first time in nearly two years, she actually felt as if she was beginning to relax.

Side by side, they strolled along the main London shopping area and gazed into shop windows. They stopped now and then to look and admire and then wander on.

Komal pointed out at a window. "Look at that! It's fabulously feminine." She exclaimed in approval, as she stared at the traditional Pakistani dress.

"Hmmm, and especially for the forthcoming Eid, it's perfect." He said.

"No. I'm one of those who wait until the 'moon night', the so called 'Chaan Raat', when it is just one day to Eid, then run around and try to everything at once." She smiled at herself. "To me, that's the real Eid's spirit."

He bought her many Pakistani Eastern cloths of her interest and traditional jewelry like bangles and bracelets to match with.

It was when they both climbed into his car and he was almost about to switch the key to start the engine that she stopped him and said in a strange voice.

"Once you asked me to marry you, Sikander.....and I did not reply. I'd like you to ask me again."

There was a long, silent moment that she thought he was going to refuse.

"I would be proud to be your wife, Sikander." She assured him. "And I'll be a good one too. I'll make sure you never regret marrying me."

He was still silent. Seeing his hesitation, she decided to take no risks. She had to be clear-cut and straightforward.

"But at the same time I'd like to ask, are you prepared to live with a woman who was in love with someone else?" She challenged.

"I appreciate your honesty Komal." He replied calmly after his silence. "I just wanted to see how honest you are." He added gracefully. "In fact, I knew it since it all began. Your mother didn't keep me in the dark. I just wanted to see if you were honest and sincere enough to open a new, fresh chapter in the book of your life."

Komal dragged her gaze away and looked down. She was aware that her heart was beating far faster than it should, and in spite of the cold night, she was sweating.

"So, would you be happy to be my wife?" Sikander asked one last time, testing her real emotions, making her sure of herself. "It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else....but it’s more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you."

"Yes, I'll be." She nodded with happy tears in her eyes. "I'm happy."

"And I'm happy to tell you did not disappoint me, finally." Sikander told her with a satisfied expression on his glistening face.

"If that's a proposal, I accept.” Komal laughed.

He laughed back. It was a rare sound and she couldn't help liking it. Soft yet deep, it was nothing like his voice, which was always colorless.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence, both of them were too happy, too absorbed in the aftermaths of the happiness of their newfound real love.

"Wait, I've something to show you." Sikander's voice stopped her as she put her feet on the ground once they arrived in front of her house.

"There's even a ring to go with the proposal."He said as he climbed out of the car. Reaching in the side of his jacket, Sikander took out a small velvet box. Coming slowly in front of her, he knelt down on his knees.

She couldn't believe her eyes. He was offering it to her like primal French knights.

"Bonjour de Madam, would you please marry me?" She was in doubt if he was the same man who was always absorbed and busy in his own matters, and who had never looked like a real passionate man.

She opened it and drew a breath of delight.

It was a simple diamond solitaire set on a wide band of gold.

"It's perfect, it's beautiful!" She exclaimed excitedly. "I love it."

"Hmmm, and what else do you love Madam?"

"Hmm, one who gave this ring to me." She smiled shyly and turned her face away from him to hide the heavy blush spreading on her face.

"Well," She then sighed relaxingly. "I have to admit it again that you don't look like the same Sikander I met years ago."

"Trust me, you don't look like the same Komal, either." He smiled wonderfully.

With a satisfied grin on her lips, Komal remembered those words, which were mainly responsible for giving her hopeless life a dreamful direction.

"At some point of our lives, we all have to compromise, either for our career, or for our family, for our marriage or sometimes even for our love."

"Compromise for love? But love can't be compromised."

"It can be. Sure it can be compromised. But only for another love."

Indeed she had compromised her love, but not this one. In fact she had compromised the love of her past, but only for this present one, which was promising a better, brilliant future for her. And it was not a bad business at all.

Komal took a steadying breath and smiled.

"Remember.....when you are down on nothing. God is up to something, surely."

harlos: Hello underage, how is ur baby's health today. I pray he gets better.

GUD MRNG.

Ogunleye tobi: ur baby healing is guarantee, wt God all things are possible. stay bless!

Temizy: Yea av bn a silent reader/Lover of ur nyc work.

goldwaters: Just saw your story, I love it. Its deep and interesting, kudos. I pray your baby gets well soonest.

[quote author=lola_bridget]Madam underage hope ur baby is strong now? Pls do take care of him[/quote]Thanks guys, I really appreciate dis . Well, the baby is strong and we shall get to business soon

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: .
Its owkay, ur baby's health shud cum first. I{we} wil b patience until he gets beta. Gud mowin to u nd ur baby....

I shld rather say, good afternoon. my baby is beta now, hopefully I will update soon

Bestluv584: Sweet baby love, get wel quick, mum nd her NL fans luvs u so much nd wish u quick recovery. Hapi new mnth aunty ABOVEage :PSweet baby love, get wel quick, mum nd her NL fans luvs u so much nd wish u quick recovery. Hapi new mnth aunty ABOVEage

Thnx dear. lol at ABOVEage

[quote author=j-gatherer]Barka jumu'ah miss underage,how are u nd ur baby doing ?[/quote]Barka da juma'ah to u too. We are doing lil good, Alhamdulillah

SPLENDIDFLOZZY: Hw is ur baby boy doin today?? B4 i forget HNM nd i wish ur baby gud health nd quick recovery.

HNM too. Thnx

fateemah88: Hi.hope ur baby is fine nw,anyway wish d bby a quick recovery.by d way i like ur update cox i have been readin it over and over again.i lyk holdin on to d past but thanks alot i feel gud afta readin it

Thnx dear.

Gud to hear dat, holding into the past is of no use to you, let it go

Miracy: ***whispers to the baby*
baby plsss get well ooo...mum loves you soooo much....

...wish your baby quick recovery and sound health!

Happy new month....

Thnx dear. Happy new month

Deiok: Happy new month all.

Happy new month to u too