MIJIN MALAMA BOOK 1 Complete Document Written By NimcyLuv Sarauta
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In a bustling town, amidst the hustle and bustle, a story unfolds, starting from the month of August to the month within. Hazo gave a hint to the onset of rain, with its powerful heat signaling the beginning of the rainy season, causing a surge of cold winds and other peculiarities. Most prominently, this time of the year is marked by various health issues such as flu, asthma, allergies, eye infections, pneumonia, digestive problems, headaches, and other ailments.
Right at the First Bank bypass, their car stood idly due to a traffic jam caused by the rain, a 9-minute drive (4.8km) separated them from Lodge Road to Aminu Kano Teaching Hospital. Anxious, she leaned her head against the seat, her photochromic glasses fogging up against the cold of the car’s air conditioning. Her mind raced as she saw him take his seat.
“Jeederh!”
Latifa, seated in the driver’s seat, pulled the car’s string, calling his name, knowing he couldn’t hear her, Latifa persisted. “We live by our own destiny, and God wills it so. You should not worry about that.”
Meanwhile, Jeederh, lost in thought, reclined in his seat, his mind wandering as he grappled with a headache, seemingly ignoring her.
“Are you okay? Or should I be concerned about you?” She asked, worriedly, as she glanced at him.
“Indeed, you should,” replied Latifa, “Don’t let yourself drown in worries. Whatever path you take, I know, after thirty-five years, everything I know. After that, I am your friend.”
Mrs. Majeederh’s gaze remained, not understanding, a furrow creased her forehead in the car, her thoughts wandering, as her loved ones engaged in a heated discussion. Kalaman Abbu’s words resounded in her mind; her eyes lost in thought.
Latifa did not falter, as she jolted her body forward, her gaze fixed on her husband’s table, her heart sinking at every glass clink he made, even though every knock of glass made her cringe, she endured. Finally, her voice broke the silence. “Please, darling, refrain from drinking. Your drinking habit is not good for your health, and…”
He interrupted, “And will you stop nagging me? I do not recall asking for your opinion.”
She retorted, “Please, for God’s sake, have some patience! I do not doubt your knowledge, but you must have patience. Although, your stubbornness knows no bounds. But ignorance doesn’t bring knowledge.”
An argument ensued, “And yet you persist, oblivious to the fact that you do not know everything!” He said mockingly, emphasizing each word.
Their disagreement continued, his stubbornness clashed with her persistence, neither willing to yield. Finally, Mrs. Majeederh’s plea rang out, “Enough, if we start this, we’ll go on forever. Let’s go, darling, we’re home now.”
As the car rolled to a stop, their dispute unresolved, they stepped out, each lost in their own thoughts. The discord in their relationship loomed like an impending storm, threatening to shatter the fragile peace they had.
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