*He turned the doorknob with his right hand, pushed it and entered the bedroom.*
She too had a different kind of mattress there, a beautiful bed with a double bedsheet and blanket already made.
Clothes on the wall and also a mirror full of makeup things and lots of perfume.
She also had a small carpet spread on the floor, from the bed to the curtains and the wallpaper on the wall was all purple.
The bedroom itself and the favorite color of the person in it showed too.
On the wall was a drawing of birds, and on the headboard of the bed were two black-and-white pictures.
*P. Cap entered and took off his coat.*
The original Fulani bed was revealed, with black sheets.
He threw his jacket on it and sat on the edge of the bed.
While sitting, his trousers came down a bit and revealed some of his leg.
He sweated a little, got up, took off his clothes and went to the bathroom.
He came out of the shower quickly.
He put on a farar riga - a light brown three-quarter length gown.
Arabian perfumes were on the mirror, he sprayed some.
He took P. Cap and put it on because he had a visitor, and picked up his phone.
He wore a white slipper quietly and came out, locked the door and went to the parlour.
Aunty's hands were inside the embroidery.
Downstairs he was checking Habeeb’s number.
They had been friends since the neighborhood they started living in together.
They went to primary school together, secondary school too until the time he traveled.
He went for further studies, and they were very close, a strong bond was between them.
And Habeeb was a businessman, he also studied but business was what he liked more.
Abdallah was the son of a wealthy man, they were very close.
*At the same time he entered the parlour, that was when Habeeb was calling.*
He was saying "Habeeb Umar Marafa is speaking, who is on the line?".
*He laughed a little then said*
"Is it your father who gave me your number Habeeb?".
Dariya, Habeeb greeted him.
Then Abdallah sat down at the same time he reached the dining table.
He brought food and sat down saying:
*"Did your father beat you yesterday?"*
He was talking while pulling his plate to himself with a glass cup of coconut juice, he brought it to his mouth and started sipping.
*Habeeb said laughing:*
*"You know ALLAH A.B seriously, I have some important issues that have come up and I have to go to the airport to wait for someone but don’t worry I’ll come back later or tonight insha ALLAH".*
*"Okay, you can come in."*
Abdallah said while hanging up the call, and went to open it.
He saw a warmer, he saw tuwon shinkafa inside and white soup in another warmer.
*"More food?"*
He said with a frowning face.
He went out. Hassana called his father, they were sitting eating and passing handouts to each other and looking at them.
They heard someone knocking and before Hassana could even look up, Hussainatu quickly stood up and ran out.
In a hurry she went and opened it.
Hussaina peeped and saw her, prayed "May ALLAH not let any of you do wrong" and sat down to continue looking at the handout and waiting for Hassana to come back.
