It is a large living room, which is covered with soft brown carpet and a set of chairs the color of the curtains that decorate the living room, the living room is so well-maintained that at first glance you would not immediately think that it is an old house, because it is rich in the luxuries of life.
From the middle of the living room, the owner of the living room sits on the carpet, a tall woman whose long and smooth hair is starting to show gray on top of her hair, you can see this because of the looseness of the braid on her head, it is starting to turn yellow, her age has not hidden the beautiful appearance she has, which she seems to have acquired since her childhood until today, looking at her you know that she is not a complete Hausa, that is not how she looks.
In front of her was a woman who looked exactly like her, her age was not even thirty, she also started to speak like the woman sitting next to her, who you could tell from looking at them that they were a mother and daughter, a child on her lap and she was breastfeeding him, and her elderly mother was holding the clothes in front of them
"Although the clothes are beautiful, I really like the ones that are more expensive than these, I don't want to buy cheap clothes for my wife, I prefer the ones that are a little more expensive and better quality" Halimatu looked at the clothes and looked at them again even though she bought them with her own hands, she bought clothes like them for her children, she bought clothes like them for her wife, thinking that was the last thing she would do to impress her mother, she turned her gaze to the elderly woman
"Mother, now all these beautiful clothes don't suit you?" She shook her head
"They don't buy, and since I said they don't buy, they have to change it, right? Since I put my money in, I'll buy it, it's not someone else's money" Halima said, putting one hand on her shoulder and gathering her things, her heart was filled with sadness, there were many things in her mind, but she couldn't say them, now she could be upset, especially when it was Widad
“Did you take the money from Yayaan?”
"He said he would come back and give it to me, I left it for you" she was upset again, this time she couldn't hide it
"Uhmmm, God forbid, then God made them share the money" Ummu looked at her without saying anything, if she was new to these kinds of behaviors, she didn't know why they couldn't understand her, she only saw selfishness and human selfishness.
"Latifa!" Ummu looked back at her kitchen door and called out, it was answered from inside and the owner of the name came out, she was a tall woman, of medium build, she slowly approached
“See you, Ummu”
"Enter my room, there is her purse on the pillow, take it" she replied with that and turned around.
Before she could even reach the room, a scream echoed through the house in a thin voice, a scream mixed with crying.
Latifa quickly stopped walking, then turned around and looked at Ummu, Ummu was also looking at her, her face full of fear
"Umm, it's like the voice of Widad" you quickly nodded
“That's what I was planning to say too”
"Who else if not her?, who is this housewife if not her?" Umm looked from Halima to Latifa, who was already heading towards the door
"Yes, I'm looking at her, please, Latifa"
"Now," she replied, leaving the room.
Her daughter Halima lay down on the side and then stretched out behind Latifa, hugging her tightly.
It was a large courtyard with interlocking doors everywhere, despite the size of the courtyard, each wall surrounding the house had five sections, with plants and flowers that lined the walls of the house and decorated it.
From one of the corners of the house, some of the house servants were standing, from where you could see her, she was a girl who couldn't have been more than ten to eleven years old, her hair was white, mixed with red, her hair was thick and smooth, it went down to her back and spread to her shoulders because of the jumping she was doing, and she was lifting the long maroon dress on her body, her big eyes were full of tears that were falling down her cheeks, some of them even reaching the edge of her long nose that was mixed with tears and tears
"It's okay, Widad, I told you I took it off a long time ago" a woman standing next to her wearing a dress and a scarf said trying to hold the girl.
