He adjusted his posture and turned his MOTO B motorcycle, the watch on his wrist seemed to be counting down the minutes he had spent standing at the door of the house, surely without a serious reason, nothing would make him wait like this, nothing in his life hated him as much as waiting, he was a man of principle who did not accept the model of this Hausa saying that time is African time.
He lowered his hand and turned his gaze to the right gate at the beginning of the front wall of the house which was the door that would give him access to the real inside of the house, as if waiting for that, the door started to open, within a few seconds the young woman who was trying to open the door appeared.
She slowly walked towards him, dressed in a fitted dress and skirt that fitted her body, she covered her body with a veil that was not medium, he slowly tried to conquer his face with a smile even though her face was pale, it didn't bother him even though he was tired, not cheerful and not tied up, she looked at him from a distance as if she had known him all the time he had visited her, his body was a light blue shirt and black jeans of average price, his feet were wearing open shoes hand-sewn from the Kofar Wambai market, he was wearing a suit so the clothes looked good on him, there was nothing wrong with him, he went to his salon to get it fixed and came which again revealed the secret of the beauty that God gave him, of course, except for one thing, Muhammad was a perfect husband who could be shown anywhere, he said this one thing that was missing made her remove him from the list of the man who was worthy of her marriage.
"Welcome to the exit, Princess Zulaiha," he said in his soft voice, which was one of the things that fascinated Zulaiha with him, even though she didn't think she would allow him to be in her life, he continued to study her face implicitly as she answered him.
"Welcome," she said in a way that sucked in her breath and made her laugh.
“I was so disappointed, I thought I wouldn't get to see you today.”
"That's almost what happened, because we were going out with my mother, and I didn't know you were coming, so I came to tell you...for God's sake, whenever you were coming, you should have told me your address before you came," she said, standing up, frowning. He smiled and let out a small sigh, as he played with the stones scattered at the door of the house. He didn't say anything except the smile that he kept on giving, talking to his heart. He certainly knew that this day was coming, and more than that, it was coming soon. This was not a strange occurrence in For him, Zulaiha was not the first woman that something like this had happened to them, he would not cut her off, he would wait for her until the day he would confess or cut off the relationship between them and her mouth, only after he finished this thought and looked up at her
"Shikenan....no worries...be patient" without looking back she turned and intended to go back into their house
“Wait for the teacher when you enter”
"She will hear" she said as she pulled the small door on the ground and entered the house as she closed the door of the house.
He shook his head after she entered the house, letting out a smile and biting his lower lip, in despair he climbed onto the top of the motorcycle after he woke it up and ran away from the line, his heart filled with thoughts and wonder, the wonder that had never left him until today, it had been years since this had happened to him, was life really like this?, he thanked God for not rushing to judge his life.
He climbed the road without having to walk long and started to descend from the asphalt to the slope of the road. He was about to stop when he saw a line of black and white cars, at least five of them. Before he could stop, about seven young men wearing black and white coats approached him. Each of them had his face covered with black glass, which made it impossible to see his eyes, and added to their charm. One of them grabbed the police motorcycle and got off, while the other approached him and opened the door of one of the cars, which was the most beautiful and large of all, until he saw him get in and closed the door for him. The others went around and entered the rest of their cars, while one of them got on the motorcycle and followed behind.
