Haka held Laraba's hand and they went out,
while comforting her saying "Don't cry Laraba, ask Allah to make your affairs easy.
Allah is light in your darkness, and He is the One who will cover you so no one will disgrace you.
Take courage and don't be afraid 'I have stolen your child' inshaAllah,
Laraba took her hand to wipe away her tears and said
'From today no one will know that I was the one who made a mistake.
The one who will suffer the consequences is the one whose child is sick,
thank God, He will reward you with good. Alkhairi.'

Jidda came home with her and advised her like a sister.
"My sister Hajiya, if we keep this secret between us, inshaAllah no one will know what happened to you and what they said to you."

Haka comforted her and Laraba's heart calmed down.
She stopped crying, and Jidda continued telling her different stories until she started laughing and forgot her pain for a while.

Then Hajiya came and looked at Mukhtar's wife and said:
"What these girls did is bad. Mukhtar, who has wronged everyone,
his son is the one who brought the news. Let Hajiya know what happened so we can sit and see what Allah will do."

Hajiya agreed to that, and she would continue staying with them.
And you will get an Islamic form for Jidda to go and study.

Also, Jidda will try to sit for the SS1 exam.
Since she left school, it's been about 20 years now.
She hasn't been to school, so Asama will be giving her lessons at home before she starts school.

Inside, Mukhtar's wife replied to Hajiya,
her heart was happy and she had hope that after Laraba left their house...

Jidda was given the authority by Hajiya to take Laraba's place in the house for the happiness of the reunion.

Laraba was inside crying, afraid that the day they find out the truth and that they have hidden it,
if they find out they will chase her away.

--- "AFTER THREE YEARS" ---

Some beautiful girls were standing by the school gate.
Inside the school, the girls were wearing a pink shirt and brown trousers.
The older ones were wearing hijab to cover their hands.
They were wearing black sandals and white socks, carrying computers, and looking exactly like 'yar 'yan Larabawa.

In front of the school was a 4matic car parked.
Inside the car with tinted glass were women looking at the girls.
These women were over 40 years old but they didn't look old.
Each one had covered her face out of happiness.