All Chapters of One Year Gap: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

She felt as the wave of fresh air splashed on her face while she vacantly stared at her phone. What her best friend sent to her had made her up the creek. She felt restless. How could she inform Daada about it? She knew he wouldn't accept it easily, there had to be many problems she would face.Ihsan looked up from her phone, with tumult expression plastered on her face. She looked at her Maama and smiled fleetingly, she knew the best way to get to Daada was by having Maama's approval."My dear Mama, it's been long I felt your warmth," Ihsan said as she rested her head on Maama's shoulder. They were sitting in the living room.Maama looked at her and smiled, she knew whenever Ihsan acted all loving towards her she needed so

Ihsan kept going to and fro in her room, she had been rolling on her bed, sniffling and thinking of what she would do for Daada to let her go. She felt her stomach growled, emanating it needed something for her survival.She grimaced and turned on the AC in her room, turning on the fan as well. She knew it wasn't good for her health, but she needed to do something for Daada to let her go. He needed to know how adamant she was.Slowly opening her room's door, she peaked and saw they weren't in the living room anymore. She quickly evaded and took yoghurt in the fridge before she gambolled back to her room, stepping on a paper on her way.She took the paper and opened it, there were some scribbled words from Daada, she smiled

Alhaji Mustapha Argungu was scuppering his wife's words about Alhaji Ibrahim's problem, she gave him a solution, of which she thought would be the way out to both their problems."Do you think it would be the perfect solution? What if he wouldn't welcome the idea?" Alhaji Mustapha questioned his wife, who was sitting on the chair opposite him in his study room."It would be, Alhaji. And I think he would like the idea too. You also know how Alhaji Babba has been instigating us about that issue, I think we have the solution to both," Hajia Zubaida articulated, flashing her husband an assuring smile."Ok! Let me go, I know they're in the hospital by now," he spoke and stood up, heading directly to Budo specialist hospital in l

Abbu entered the room with a salam, his heart almost skipped a beat when he saw Ihsan crying hysterically. Worriedly, he pranced to the bed and held her hands in his "what's wrong, Ihsan? Are you sick again?" He asked worriedly, he so much despised her tears, she was like a girl, whom he gave birth to.She looked up with pouted lips, her eyes were all red because of the tears "It was Sadeeq, Abbu. He called me an amoebic shaped, a soon to die lady, fle

Ihsan placed back the Diary with a smile on her lips, she descended the staircases and joined her parents in the dining table. She ignored them and served herself, all in an attempt to show them she was angry."Won't you let me feed you today? Or are you angry?" Came Maama's voice, as it was laced with care. She had been feeding Ihsan since she came back, she made a promise to fill for the things she hadn't had the chance to. She wanted to have good memories with her daughter.Ihsan stubbornly looked up, shook her head as No and dug in her food, she was eating as if it was a medicine. Her hatred towards heavy food knew no bound, she loved the foods that aren't healthy to her."Ihsan, Daada is very sorry. Don't you realise i

They were admitted in the hospital, her doctor was surprised to see them, it wasn't even upto 10hours since they left. But what happened? That's a question for another time, he had to save the life of this young girl.After so many things, Ihsan gained consciousness, she was moved to her usual room, and was sleeping peacefully; when Abbu and Ummu silently prowled inside the room. Ummu moved to where Maama was sitted, sobbing, as her shoulders were shak

Ummu came inside the room, she held her chin in bewilderment. She wondered what made Ihsan cry. Without a word, she sauntered to the bed and sat beside Ihsan, took her hand in her's, as she spoke in a placating way "It's okay, Ihsan. What's there to cry? Did he said anything wrong?" Ummu inquired, clearing Ihsan's tears with her thumb."No. I'm just tired of this hospital, I want to go home," Ihsan whined, and she wiped the remaining strands of tears t

He slowly placed her on the sofa, went to the fridge and brought out a bottle of water; slowly sprinkling it on her face.She laboriously took in a deep breath, which brought out a smile on Sadeeq's face. He helped her sat upright; while he sat very close to her.

They both stood up, all eyes were on her, including Sadeeq. He wondered how she knew the result, he knew they haven't opened the result, unless she had something..Ya Rabb! All this is befuddling. At first he didn't understand why their parents will make them carry out those tests, and now, the petrified looks on their faces. At the little knowledge of biology he had; he knew SS and AS aren't compatible, so what did that mean? Ya Ilahi. He really

It was the day long awaited. She had being dreading for this day. All felt surreal. She was going to get married to the youngest groom she had ever seen. Daada, Maama, Ummu and Abbu ignored all their whines and pleadings. Sadeeq didn't do most of the talkings, he could only smiled ruefully when he was being ask, 'For confirmation' as they always said.Ihsan had been admitted to the hospital thrice throughout the week. The first attack she got was when