Arranged To Marry The Enemy (a Mafia story) by Zainab Ajike (snow like ashes txt) 📖

There is something about my husband that I noticed about my husband, he likes street food. He can die for street dishes.

"Yes" I replied with a smile on my face.

"Stay here, I will get it for you." He told me as he ran off to the other side of the street to get baked potatoes for us.

I smiled watching him. It is so looking at him.

I don't know but it seems I am falling in  love with this man. I don't know but I am getting used to him, I can't do without him already.

My phone rang in my back pocket. I took it to see the caller. It was my dad. I cut the incoming call and put it back in my pocket. 

It rang again a few seconds later, I picked it up this time.

"Irina?" He said in the form of a question.

"Mhmm?" I replied to him.

"Irina, is that you dear? How are you doing?" He asked with so much concern lingering in his voice.

I didn't reply to him, I chose to be silent.

"Irina? Irina, Are you there? I know you have every right to be angry at your mom and myself but I am so sorry. I just wanted to make sure you get to know your husband and your new home before calling you. I am so sorry." He apologized.

"Who told you that calling me will not let me get used to my new home?" I asked him.

"I just...."

"There was a time I just thought you sold me off. I felt like I was a burden to you guys while I was in that house so you just decided to discard me with the little opportunity you saw. Well, as you can see, I am so fine." I guess he is.

"We are sorry. Is your husband maltreating you? Is he nice to you?" He asked.

"Yes, he is nice to me. Excuse me." With that, I hung up on him.

I have never talked back to my dad before. I have never really even raised my voice at him, I am used to talking back to my mom any time we have an argument but not my dad. But I did it today. I fired at him and hung up on him. I am a bad daughter, right? But he deserves it.

What's taking Roman that long? I looked over to the vendor side just to see that he was not there. Where is he? Has he left me here? I felt someone tickling my waist. I turned to see the person. It was Roman. He smiled and handed me a potato. I smiled at him as we continued our little tour around the street.

"Thank you." I appreciated the potato.

"Who were you speaking to on the phone?" He asked.

"My dad." I replied curtly.

"Should we head back to the hotel?" He asked.

"No, I am enjoying the view." I told him as I smiled at him.

"Okay" 

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