In her usual haste, she emerged from a corridor that led to three other rooms, and appeared in the same hall at the same time, adjusting the position of her Zahra Buhari's headscarf.
A very white girl, as if she had been touched by blood, emerged, tall, with a slender body, probably no more than twenty-one years old, not 21 years old, her facial features and her hair. If you look at her, you will immediately associate her with Fulani blood, front and back. Not to mention that she put her hand on her head and adjusted the position of her headscarf on her head, which sat high above her hair, which she tied with a large band.
She was wearing a gold and blue dress with a matching skirt and a skirt, her feet were in black shoes with a low heel, and she was wearing a small Jakarta. She was sitting on one of the chairs in the living room and she was holding her bag. When she got up, I realized that she was not wearing any makeup. If my guess was true, Hoda was not wearing any makeup. Because of her fair skin and her appearance, she was okay, even if she was standing.
She quickly went into the corridor before entering a room. It didn't take long before she came out with a phone in her hand and some books as if she was going to study. She put them back on the chair. She looked at her watch, which was a small, beautiful leopard skin watch. She had a thin strap. Before she could continue, she saw the thieves stealing the dining table from the west. She was surprised to see that she didn't see him break it. While everyone knew that he was the one who woke up early in her house because she was in her first year of school at BUK and they often had morning lectures. And he, YA YUSUF, because he was traveling for his work. Then he would come and pick her up before he finished his work. But when I saw what she was doing, I went straight to the house.
Her body was cold. She was sitting on the big table that could hold five people. She opened the top of the food. She had been up since morning before she prepared it. Because her father and her two sisters were there, and after them, she didn't let anyone else know. She didn't let Abba or YA IMU on her list, knowing that they wouldn't break it soon. Even Abba was still there. His two eyes were filled with thoughts. The thoughts that had become his friends for years. YA IMU. Then the sun came out. But he didn't come out. He couldn't do anything. Knowing his sharp and stubborn nature, he wasn't worried about food. He stopped drinking tea and vegetables. Then he smoked his cigarette. She thought maybe she was the one who was filling his stomach and that was why he wasn't looking for food. So if it wasn't for her, what was he eating? What she had never seen since she had him when he didn't blow smoke on his wife for five minutes! She was so surprised that a person's life would end like this that she let her life go by and she was still walking, willing fate to fall on our house..!
Her body calmly left the place and headed towards the series of rooms that were watching her, the first room she started to knock on before she pushed her door open and entered with a small greeting to her husband in her calm footsteps.
A white old man with a lot of white hair, from his head to his beard and his beard, was lying on the bed in the room, wearing a milky white robe. His legs were hanging on the white bed, all of them were covered with white cloth. If you look at him, you will understand that it is not age or old age that has made his hair white, but his nature. From his appearance, he is no more than 61 years old. Even after two days, the glow of his skin has not faded. And the beauty of his face is still there. His eyes are closed, as if he is sleeping. He has a casbah in his hand and pulls it from time to time. His mouth moves like a magician.
She stood in front of him and her eyes were filled with tears. In a way, her eyes were filled with tears and were about to fall. When I looked at her again, I realized how serious this old man was. I was not surprised. I saw her kneeling in front of him and saying, "Abba, I'm sleeping.." She said at the same time, she was holding his hand that was pulling the casbaha.
He calmly opened his eyes and lowered them to her. Well, if not her, who else? She was the only one he could see. If God had called for prayer, he would have made a face and sat up, saying, "Okay, MAIMUNATU.." He said, kissing her. Mirmish also kissed her. Mike stood up and said, "Did you pray, Abba.." He looked at her and said, "What is the prayer, Maimunari?" She said, "Yes, the morning prayer, Abba." Her eyes widened before he said, “Oh, please.. is the prayer called..?”
