A Tale Of Justice

Chapter 25

“It’s almost 3 months now. The Akerele’s came here looking for you. Hajia Mariam is pregnant.”

“Really dad! Masha Allah!! I’m happy for them...” I muttered happily. It was so unbelievable... Strings of tears immediately formed at the edge of my eyes.

“So, why didn’t they call me or find me, at least?” I asked dad.

“I guess, maybe they weren’t opportune to. They actually came to ask for your forgiveness and to thank you as well.”

“Subhanallah! That family served as my benefactor to me. I would never ever be angry at them for anything, dad I love than you would ever imagine”

“Really? “

“Yes.” I moved closer to him. “So how is work and jihad going? How about the mosque and its members? You’re looking down, dad... Is everything alright?”

“I’ll say Alhamdulillah but nothing has been the same since you left.” He murmured in a low voice.

“Tell me all what happened. I’ve been so sick and worried.” I told him about myself first.

“It’s a long story, dad. It all started with when I got to Abuja...” I told him everything and gave him a flashback of the past.

“Now, I’m saying it with the name of God. I’m always proud you be your dad and you’re a blessing to this famil-“

“Nyeeeh! Nyeeeeeeh!! Nyeeeeeeeh!!!”

Zaytoon started crying.

“Shush-shush, sweetie.” I patted her gently, but she continued crying.

“Hmmm... Missing me, lady?” I carried her and looked into her dried eyes. I smiled at her beautiful pink face. She immediately stopped crying and smiled back. I gave her breastmilk before Zayd wakes up.

“Wow! That’s good Aisha. She recognises you.” Ibro smiled and welcomed me. It’s been long but seemed just like yesterday.

I smiled at Ibrahim's thoughts and continue breastfeeding Zaytoon.

“I think I know the difference between them.” He spoke silently.

“Seriously? Don’t be ridiculous. Tell me what you’ve noticed, my doctor-brother.” I smiled curiously.

“Zaytoon is free with everyone, while Zayd is not. She is more emotional and smiles most times while Zayd is playful. He always wants to be engaged with something. Zaytoon enjoys sucking while Zayd easily gets carried away. He even forgets to eat. And also, he sleeps more often.

“Well, it’s good to have a doctor who is a genius as a big brother.” I smiled at his radiant face as it suddenly went sad and emotional.

“You’re right, big brother, you describe them so well. I missed you, bro Ibro, How is studies?”

“Studies have been fine, little sis. I graduated from medical school 5 months ago.” He moved closer and held my hand. “Please forgive me for the way I treated you and I know, I don’t even worth to seek your forgiveness.”

“Huh-Huh, stop saying these, big brother. I’m no saint. All humans make mistakes once in a while and you never offended me, okay?” I smiled at him and he smiled back. It was extraordinarily beautiful to have my family back. Ibrahim carried Zayd, who just got awake with so much love and care.

Dad welcomed Abdullah and ordered Danlami to prepare my room for us. He was so glad to have me back. He asked Ibro to the last chicken left in the cage for dinner. We took pounded yam and melon soup with chicken. It was the last 3 layer-chickens in the cage that dad had been keeping for Sallah for a couple of months now. Danlami slaughtered and fried the chicken, and we had a beautiful dinner that evening.