With pain written all over on her face, Aisha stared unbelievably at Abba. “You slapped me?” That came as a question as she palmed both her cheeks with her hands. She wasn’t looking at his face today, she was looking right through his soul and he felt the fire of her eyes burning his skin.
He threw the nylon that had her phone in at her face but she didn’t flinch, her eyes were looking intently at him. “I did, and you dare lay your hands on her again and see what I’ll do to you.” He turned to look at Nuriyya but she had rage clouded on her eyes, “Nuriyya…” He tried to utter when she cut him off.
“Don’t say a word more, Muhammad.” The moment she called him that, he knew he was doomed. Nuriyya had never called him Muhammad unless he had angered her to the point that it would take them days
