All Chapters of One Year Gap: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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 something from her Daada. "Ihsan my dear, how are you feeling? Hope there isn't any pain? I know you don't become so fond to me, unless you're sick or need something from your Daada," Mama spoke woefully. She wasn't close to her daughter from the s

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 lekki, Lagos.He met Alhaji Ibrahim in the room, where Ihsan was laid weakly on the bed. "It's okay, Alhaji. Let's go and sort all this out," he tapped his shoulder and guided him to the reception.***Alhaji Ibrahim gave him a p

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 it's because I love you? Couldn't you fathom that I care for you, that's why I won't let you go? I don't trust you far away from me, I'll be worried, and so your mother," Daada spoke in a placating way. He didn't like this side of Ihsan. He would