Five.

NNAMDI

AZIKIWE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT, ABUJA.

Zara made sure everything is shipped to Nigeria the next day so they won't have any problem after they get back home. When you have a father as a President, there are a lot of connections so that wasn't any problem. After confirming it from her father's assistant that all the furniture were shipped safely to Nigeria, she started thinking about going back. She missed her fiancée and can't wait to spend some more time with him before the wedding. His birthday is in a month and she already bought everything she will need to celebrate it. She wants to go overboard and do more than Bushra Amani has ever done or even think of doing.

She's seen how Bushra Amani celebrates her husband's birthday on social media some months back when she started stalking them and so badly wants to outdone herself and get a larger place in Mika'il's heart than his wife. She knew about his relationship with his wife since he was outright straight in getting married because his wife is too busy. She didn't hesitate and ask him to send his Ward and he did. Now she knows just how much to get her husband's attention and love all to herself.

Not to talk about the kayan mata her mother asked her to go and collect.

They boarded their father's private jet around six in the evening and the pilot announced that they will land around just that time in Nigeria so they adjusted their sits and sleep the whole ride. Not Iman though, she couldn't wait to rock her sister's wedding even though she never shows how much she is eager for her to get married.

She loves parties and especially Nigeria weddings, they are top. Just like her other sisters, she is sure they will be going overboard with all events and there is no one she won't rock so she is anxious. Something is going to happen, good or bad, she doesn't know but can't wait to find out. Dramas are always her thing.

"Are you coming?" Zara asked through the phone as she trudged into the airport with her sisters. Their private jet just landed in Abuja, finally back from China after the two days they said.

Now there are less than twenty one days for them to get hitched and he promised to come get her when she comes back but she could feel that something has changed for the past two days. He seems distant though she gave all the fault to his work, there is just this nagging feeling that she can't scratch from her stomach. Why did he feel so distant when their wedding is coming closer and is hanging on the line.

"I'm so busy at work right now. I might be flying to Greece later and won't be back till tomorrow so I'm spending time with my family. I will come as soon as I settle down tomorrow. Welcome back, love." She heard his voice say from the other end. She wanted to feel good when he said he will be coming tomorrow but when he said spending time with his family, she felt this twist in her chest. If he is talking about Anaan, he will say Anaan but this time, he said family. Does that mean he is with Amani also?! No, she is just letting her thoughts run wild.

"Okay then. I'll talk to you later." She hung up and continue walking with her sisters with their luggage picked up by their driver and some of the guards he brought with him.

They are all dressed to close themselves so people won't spot them and then they will be the talk of the town. No matter what you do in Nigeria, you will always be at fault and now if they see them, everyone will know what they went to do and a huge question mark will be on their foreheads. Everyone will ask why they went there alone with no guardian and won't want to find out the reason so it is better to be safe than sorry. Medias are bunch of leeches hiding in human form.

They are always waiting to find a small fault and talk about it on and on for some little money and followers.

Zara is dressed in a obsidian block colour ankle length dressed that is made from rich chiffon and has plain v-neckline, short regular sleeves, fitted waistline and back zipper. She has a huge catlike glasses covering half her face then rolled a blush pink veil around her shoulders with matching slippers then the small Gucci pink cross bag that stopped by her left hip. Though she wanted to dress to hide herself, she looks beautiful and eye-catching with her tall figure.

Jiddah decided to wear a denim blue ankle length solid polyester dress with wrap, featuring crew neckline and regular sleeves. She didn't want to hide her face so she didn't bother wearing any sunglasses and wrapped a violet veil around her then took white loafers and match it with her favorite Yves Saint Lauren bag. She didn't want to come back in the first place. She really needed that space and time with only her sisters.

Iman on the other hand is wearing a v-neckline sleeveless black and white striped maxi dress and didn't bother wearing any body hug underneath. Her lean arms are out in the open and she only wrap her head with black veil then put on matching black sunglasses with white extricate detailing. She tighten her Prada bag around her waist and wore heels not bothering that she is going to a crowded place.

They didn't want to get attention but they did. From their dressing, to the power rolling off of them is enough to get lots of people's attention. Some removed their phones and clicked a secret photo of them so they could send it to some gossip accounts on twitter and I*******m just to be popular.

Now there will be lots of words about them and mostly, they are going to be bad and will hit home. Especially to Iman, she hardly cares though. She just lives and do what she thinks is right. She never tried living up to anyone's expectation when it is her life and not theirs.

"What?! What the heck is wrong with people living in this earth?! It's not up to ten minutes but look at our pictures in this outfit and see what they said underneath." Jiddah shrieked trudged her phone to her elder sister Zara who took the brand new Samsung her sister just got and start to look at where she pointed.

"What is said?" Iman fastidiously grinned and lean in to look at her older sisters in the car.

There were three SUVs waiting for them outside the airport since their father don't know whether someone knew about them coming back. His enemies will do anything to get ahold of his children to bring him down so he sent his strong and loyal securities to go fetch them. The furniture she bought was shipped two days ago and he will say, his daughter really have good taste. He can't wait to start getting his children married, he loves them but they don't belong to him.

"The article read; 'The President's golden eyes spotted at the airport probably back from China after shopping for Fatima Zara's wedding furniture, from an inner source. They look just like they always do but what is wrong with Iman and leaving her arms bare? Well, nothing to be surprised about. Congratulations Zara!'" She finished reading with a huff, giving Jiddah her phone back.

The photo has more than five thousand views on just few minutes making her hate I*******m and twitter a lot more. They just can't keep their mouths shut and the account was meant for them alone. The name of the account is 'What Goes On With The Yakasais' and they don't know who gets to share personal information with that person for money. Their cousins are rich, so it is going to be their friends.

"Why do they like talking about me so much?" Iman rolled her eyes and continue tapping her phone furiously.

"Because you dress like that and they can't just keep quite." Zara rolled her eyes and plug her earphone so she won't hear her sisters banter.

"Hello?" Zara asked when she picked up the phone, her step mother, Aunty Farhana is calling her.

"Erhm, Amani's secretary called and said you guys should go and collect the remains of your clothes. There are only six here and all yours remaining one for you and four for your sisters. She is free now." Aunty Farhana rambled and Zara could hear her typing furiously in the background.

"We will go there from here. What are you doing though?" She can't stop her curiosity from asking or more like from stopping her heart from beating at the thought of going to see her fiancée's wife.

"Typing out the guest names. Is there anyone you forget to mention? Because after I finish this, it is final and you know how your dad likes doing everything fast and quick." She explained and the furious typings seize from the background so Zara started to think.

Should she invite her co wife or will it sound disrespectful? But they have been acquainted since before so it really should not hurt her. She is so out of place at the thought of inviting her cowife or not so she took a deep calming breath and decided to ask for time.

"Can you hold on for a minute. I just want to discuss something with my sisters." She put the call on hold and turn to her sisters. They have both their hands on their phones and the car ride seems to be taking forever.

"What do you think about inviting Bushra Amani?" She asked in a quite voice but they all heard her and immediately turn to give her some answers.

"Yes, yes! You totally should invite her there. She sew your clothes after all. The least you could do is invite her and drop the thought of her becoming your co-wife." Jiddah grinned at her sister in glee. She really looks up to that woman and will like to see her at her sister's wedding.

"I don't care." Came Iman's reply which was really helpful because if Iman had said no, she wouldn't have invited her. She values her sisters words and thoughts a lot more than she should.

"Add Bushra Amani." She said into the phone to her Aunt.

"Are you sure about this, dear?" She hates when she sounds like a mother so she snapped a yes and hung up the phone call.

"Driver, to Bushra Amani's resident." Zara said to the driver and her sister's both gave her a questioning gaze.

"Why are we going there?" Iman raised a brow in distaste, not liking that she won't be going home after a very long journey with jet lag twisting her muscles.

"To collect the rest of our clothes." She answered shortly and went back to look at the window and at the streets of Abuja. People moving and mingling without a care of the world.

"Can you take it?" Came Iman's tiny voice from the other end of the car. Jiddah is sitting in the middle and she is sitting at the last end so Zara hardly heard what she says.

"There is no big deal. Is there?" She raised a challenging brow at Iman who only shrugged her shoulders and went back to furiously typing in her phone.

She knew her sister is mad at her for dressing like that but she has no right to be. That is how she dresses and she is no one to talk because even when she also goes to school around her age, she dresses the same so there is no harm if she follows her sister's footstep. She will tune it down a notch till after her sister gets married so she won't ruin her reputation and the whole wedding. She'd do that for her sister, she hopes she can though.

Arriving at Asokoro, yeah, they don't have much distance between the Villa and Mika'il and Bushra's house as they all live in Asokoro. The sisters' heart started beating wildly in their chests at the thought of meeting their sister's co wife while she is meeting her own co wife. How is she going to react seeing her even though she knows she is coming? Will she welcome her or give her cold shoulders? She is not really close to Bushra Amani to know what she will do but can't wait to find out.

With determination, she made her way to the Dutch colonial house and rang the doorbell.