Sad time, mourning Yidi's

🚫 Not Edited: I promised someone that I will release this early...🥺 Pardon me if you come across errors.

The night hung heavy with an oppressive stillness as the family members tried to come to terms with the shocking news of Yidi's passing. Sleep seemed elusive, and the weight of grief settled like a leaden blanket over their hearts.

Boddo sat on her bed, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The events of the day had left her stunned, and her thoughts kept drifting back to Yidi. She remembered the times they had shared, the laughter and the bond they had formed as sisters. Tears welled up in Boddo's eyes as she grappled with the finality of Yidi's absence.

In the adjacent room, Nana lay on her bed, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She, too, was struggling to process the loss. Yidi had been her confidante, her sister and friend. The emptiness left by her absence seemed to echo in the silence of the night.

Down the sitting room, Haj. Aisha sat by the window, gazing out at the moonlit sky. Her heart ached for her children, for the pain they were enduring. She knew that the coming days would be difficult, as the family navigated the funeral preparations and faced the reality of Yidi's absence.

In another room, Ahijjo sat on the edge of his bed, his thoughts a jumble of memories and regrets. He had been so preoccupied with his own struggles and conflicts that he hadn't had a chance to mend his relationship with Yidi. Now, it was too late, and the weight of missed opportunities weighed heavily on him.

Datti, too, was awake, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. The news of Yidi's passing had shaken him to his core, and he found himself reflecting on the choices he had made and the impact they had on those around him.

As the hours ticked by, the family members found themselves drawn together by their shared grief. In the midnight, they quietly gathered in the living room, seeking solace in each other's presence. Their hearts were heavy, but there was a sense of unity that came from facing such a profound loss together.

The air inside the room seemed to grow heavy as Haj. Aisha broached the delicate subject. "Amina," she began, her voice trembling slightly, "I was thinking... would it be possible for Yidi's body to be brought back here, to the house?"

Aunty Amina's eyes widened in surprise. Her hands paused in their task as she stared at Haj. Aisha, her mind racing. She hadn't expected this request, and she knew that there were certain preparations that needed to be made before bringing Yidi's body back home.

"Oh," Aunty Amina replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Well, you see, my sister just called me earlier that they have found someone to perform Ghusl the washing and shrouding as a Muslim, you know it has to be carried out before anything. Yidi's body needs to be properly prepared before she can be brought back home in the morning."

Haj. Aisha nodded, her expression serious. "I understand that, Amina. But you know, our husband is not here at the moment, and I thought it might be best for Yidi to be surrounded by family during this time."

"I will discuss this with my sister,let me go." Aunty Amina finally said, her tone measured. "We will make sure that all necessary preparations are done before bringing Yidi back home." Haj. Aisha nodded, her expression one of apparent understanding. Haj. Aishatu is so worried that couldn't noticed the changes in Aunty Amina's behavior as she feels pity towards her she's the most closest person to Yidi since she was brought to the city.

Maman Nana couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. The conversation between Haj. Aisha and Aunty Amina had left her with a nagging suspicion that there was more to Yidi's passing than what met the eye. She had always been perceptive, able to read between the lines of conversations and pick up on subtle cues.

As she observed Ahijjo, who's Yidi's lover, her suspicions only grew stronger. His demeanor was different, his eyes filled with a mix of guilt and sadness. Maman Nana had always been close to Ahijjo, and she knew when something was bothering him.

Everyone's sadly waiting for news from Aunty Amina about the arrangements for Yidi's final rites. Tensions were high, and the weight of the recent events hung heavy in the air. Aunty Amina had been in conversation with Haj. Aisha, and the family members knew that important decisions were being made.

As the minutes ticked by, the atmosphere grew more somber. The young ones tried to distract themselves with quiet conversations, while the elders exchanged worried glances. Ahijjo stood in a corner, lost in his thoughts, his guilt and grief weighing heavily on him.

Finally, the ringing of the phone broke the silence. Alh. Gidado had called, and Haj. Aisha took the call, her face a mix of concern and relief as she listened to the voice on the other end. After a brief conversation, she hung up and turned to address the family.

"Yidi will be brought back early tomorrow morning," Haj. Aisha announced, her voice steady but laden with emotion. "The will be held here in the house before taking her to her final resting place."

The news was met with a mixture of nods and sighs. It was a relief to have a plan in place, to know that Yidi would soon be laid to rest, but the pain of the loss was still raw. As the night deepened, and the stars shimmered in the sky, the family members retired to their rooms, each lost in their thoughts and prayers for Yidi's soul.

The next morning arrived, bringing with it a sense of both heaviness and purpose. The family gathered in the living room, their faces a mix of sorrow and resolve. Aunty Amina's husband's car arrived, and the body of the departed Yidi was brought back home for the final farewell.

The prayer service was solemn and heartfelt, each family member offering their prayers and remembrances for Yidi's soul. Tears flowed freely, and the weight of the loss was felt by all.

After the prayers, Yidi's body was prepared for its final journey. The male in the family, united in their grief, accompanied her to the cemetery. As they laid her to rest, they found solace in the shared memories, the love that had bound them, and the hope that Yidi had found peace in the embrace of the eternal. Ardo and Atine made it to the city. Atine is so heartbreaking by her niece death, what's more to her is that Yidi supposed to marry one of Gidado's son for to get what she wants and died before the time that's what's hurting her more.

Later in the evening Maman Nana found a moment alone with Ahijjo. They stood by a corner of the house, away from the prying eyes and ears of the others.

"Ahijjo," Maman Nana began gently, "there's something you're not telling us, isn't there?"

Ahijjo's eyes flickered with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. He opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.

Maman Nana leaned in closer, her gaze intense. "I think there's something you're not telling us. Something related to Yidi's pregnancy."

Ahijjo's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't expected Maman Nana to be so direct in her suspicions.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his heart racing even faster.

Maman Nana's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Oh, but I think you do, Ahijjo. I think you know exactly what I mean."

Ahijjo's mind raced as he tried to come up with a response. He felt trapped, cornered by Maman Nana's piercing gaze and her unwavering certainty.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," he finally managed to say, his voice tinged with desperation.

Maman Nana leaned back, her smile never wavering. "I think you do. And I think you understand the implications of what I'm saying."

Ahijjo's heart sank. He realized that Maman Nana was trying to use Yidi's pregnancy as leverage, to manipulate him into doing her bidding.

"What do you want?" Ahijjo asked, his voice barely audible.

Maman Nana's smile widened. "From now on, you will do as I say. You will listen to me, and you will follow my instructions."

Ahijjo's mind raced, his emotions swirling in turmoil. He was torn between his guilt over Yidi's situation and his resistance to Maman Nana's manipulation.

"And if I don't?" he whispered, his voice tinged with defiance.

Maman Nana's expression hardened. "Then I will make sure that everyone knows the truth about Yidi's pregnancy."

Ahijjo felt a wave of helplessness wash over him. He knew that if the truth came out, it would shatter the fragile peace of the family and bring disgrace upon them all.

"Fine," he muttered, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'll do whatever you want."

Maman Nana's smile returned, triumphant and vindictive. "Good. Remember, Ahijjo, I hold the key to a secret that could change everything."

As Maman Nana's words hung in the air, Ahijjo's heart grew heavier. He had entered into a dangerous alliance with his own aunt, all in an effort to protect his own secret. The weight of his actions pressed down on him, a reminder of the tangled web of deceit that had woven itself around his family. But the truth is what he can never revealed regarding Yidi's pregnancy and her dead also.

In the wake of Yidi's passing, the atmosphere in the house was heavy with grief. The family members were united in their sorrow, coming together to mourn and remember their beloved daughter and sister. However, amidst this shared pain, there was a festering tension that threatened to boil over.

Atine, Boddo's stepmother, had always harbored a deep resentment towards Boddo. It was a resentment born out of jealousy and insecurity, fueled by her own insecurities and fears. She couldn't stand the fact that Boddo had managed to capture the attention and affection of everyone, Datti, even though it was a marriage arranged by their parents.

In the days following Yidi's death, Atine's bitterness seemed to intensify. Every glance, every interaction between her and Boddo was laced with a palpable hostility.

Boddo, already struggling with her own grief and the complex emotions surrounding her feelings for Kamal, found herself in an even more difficult situation. Atine's cold glares and cutting remarks made it nearly impossible for Boddo to find solace within the confines of her own home.

During the wake and mourning period, Boddo tried her best to keep a low profile, seeking refuge in her room whenever she could. She spent hours reflecting on her memories with Yidi and the complicated dynamics of her own family. She yearned for a sense of normalcy, a reprieve from the hostile atmosphere that seemed to suffocate her.

Nana, always perceptive and empathetic, noticed the distress that Boddo was going through. She tried to offer comfort and support whenever she could, but the tension in the house was affecting everyone.

One evening, as the sun began to set and the house was cast in a somber glow, Boddo found herself alone in the backyard, seeking a moment of solitude. The scent of fresh flowers hung in the air, a stark contrast to the heavy atmosphere indoors. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath and trying to find a sense of calm.

As if drawn by an invisible force, Atine appeared in the backyard, her expression cold and unyielding. Boddo's heart sank, her moment of solace shattered by the presence of her stepmother.

"What are you doing out here?" Atine's voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a blade.

Boddo opened her eyes, meeting Atine's gaze with a mixture of weariness and resilience. "I just needed some air," she replied quietly.

Atine's lips curled into a sneer. "Always needing something, aren't you? Always trying to be the center of attention."

Boddo's hands clenched into fists at her sides, her patience wearing thin. "I'm not trying to be anything. I'm just trying to mourn my sister."

Atine's laugh was bitter and mocking. "Sister? You were never her real sister. You don't belong here."

The words struck Boddo like a blow to the chest, the pain of Yidi's absence mingling with the sting of Atine's cruel words. She took a step back, her eyes welling up with tears.

Before Atine could deliver another cutting remark, Haj. Aisha appeared in the backyard, her presence as a welcome interruption.

"Enough, Atine," Haj. Aisha's voice was firm, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and concern. "This is not the time or place for this."

Atine's glare lingered for a moment longer before she turned and walked away, leaving Boddo and Haj. Aisha alone in the backyard.

Haj. Aisha reached out, placing a gentle hand on Boddo's shoulder. "Don't let her get to you. She's just lashing out because of her own insecurities."

Boddo nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped her eye. "I know. It's just hard."

"I understand," Haj. Aisha said softly. "But we're here for you, Boddo. We'll get through this together."

As Boddo and Nana stood in the garden, the bond between them growing stronger amidst the turmoil, there was a glimmer of hope that amidst the grief and tension, a sense of unity and support would prevail.

Datti who's standing from far watching the interaction between them is happy, but in some part of his heart he wishes it was Minal and his son who have his mother love. He promised himself to make things right so that everyone can have a happy ending even though he knew there will be a lots of troubles to achieving his goals.

Thanks everyone for reading 🙏 I'm also mourning Yidi a girl who has no parents died for nothing. Is Ahijjo really worthy of her attention from the beginning? that's the questioned I asked myself. How can someone you love give your heart, body and soul to do something like this, even though is not intentional but for me if he has any love for her he'll have unvail the truth for everyone. Atine supposed to love Yidi and feels more than any as her guidian rather she's worried about worldly materials.... What on earth is going on....?