~PRIMER~

                                    

                                          
Siddiqah Hameed Barau is finally getting married to the love of her life, and it's that special days of hers. It's her wedding day!
                          
She had been planning this very day ever since she met Ammar Edrees Bulama. She had planned every hour, every minute heck every second just to make sure everything goes as planned and nothing or no one ruin her day. She wants everything to be perfect!
                          
Ammar loves Siddiqah more than his own life but that doesn't change the fact that their families are sworn enemies and only decided to put aside their differences just for their kids. 
                          
But the question is that would they be able to pull up that act and not mess it up for those two?
                          
Everything she planned took a toll when a group of unexpected guests travelled all the way to Abuja just to pay them a lovely visit. But! They're visit comes with a handful of drama.
                          
Chaos awakens between the two families and everything happened in just 24 HOURS!



















                          
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The room was so eerily quiet that a drop of a pin could be heard. The only sound that could be heard is from the air conditioning system that keeps the place well ventilated. The chandelier hung above glisten the schooners and tumblers which were filled up with champagne.
                          
The gold-rimmed floor length curtains were modishly drawn up, in such a way that it allowed the stream of beams of light into the room. But, the windows were not opened.
                          
One side of the wall of the room is completely made of glass; it gave a great view of renowned city of Sokoto from such a height. It sheens under the light of the sizzling sun outside. Beside it is the wine cellar, loaded with non alcoholic wine from different counties and years.
                          
Everything in and about the house screams money and elegancy.
                          
Two round posh sofas were placed opposite each other, another two beside them. Just a single glance at the sofas and you'll know they caused a fortune. They are pearl white clean and there isn't a single drop of stain on it. 
                          
Seated on the sofas are two families; each family occupying one side. 
                          
A brunette dressed chicly in a knee length evening gown sat on the chair situated in front of the piano. She starts to play the acoustic of Unity by Alan Walker on the grand piano. Swiftly yet adeptly her fingers move from one key to another.
                          
One of the women seated on the left side of the room scrunched her face in distaste. Her dressing was just ritzy; the white with small touches of pink six piece Super wax atamfa wrapper adroitly maneuvered into perfection. The long sleeve ruffle hem blouse blended perfectly with her crimson pink veil. Because of the occasion, her head tie fixed in the old fashion ture kaga tsiya.
                          
Her lips parts slightly as a small gasp escaped. Placing one hand on the sofa, she looked over her shoulder only to glare at the brunette, "Ah ah! What is this kuma?" she asked; eyes slightly squinted at the other family.
                          
On the right side of the room, The Barau family sat. Seated beside Mr Hameed Barau, seemingly his wife; huffed. She rolled her eyes leaning back, "Something you're not used to. But then again, it's not surprising. Your family knows nothing about being sophisticated. You can bring a horse to a river, yet you can't make it drink it; that's just like you". Mrs Hameed was dressed in an Anemone print teal and cream white lafayah. Her face held no makeup whatsoever, she was beyond confident of her natural Fulani beauty. Her whole demeanor points out how brash she is. 
                          
"Hey old woman, mind what you utter with that mouth of yours. We're not here just to listen to you bark like the basenji dog you are" Another lady from the Bulama family said; her tone dripping boredom and her thick English accent distinct. She was elegantly dressed in a claret color with light touches of small oyster white ornaments laffayah; her face held the lightest makeup which brings out her natural British beauty. Her wrists and ring finger were adorned with 24 karat gold bangles and ring. Her poise alone screams elegancy. Despite being fully British, she still managed to pull the look of the traditional Shuwa arab look having spent 32 years married to a Nigerian. And that is where her son got the British look from.