I raised my eyes and looked at Inna, her mind racing, I said, “No Inna, what’s the point of this chaos? Let’s leave him the house, I’m telling you that’s the end of the matter?”

She kept her mouth shut, showing the seriousness of the situation, she said, “My story is not over yet, today if it were just me who asked me to leave him the house, she would have easily stayed at home, but for a young woman like you to leave her father’s house because he himself kicked her out is no small matter, it’s a big loss. 

Then she kept talking about children and grandchildren, so I think instead of doing that, let me just go back and tell him that he will marry you the husband he sees fit since he is your father and he has the right to do so.”

I quickly told her, “No Inna, no, I’d better just let me go on my way, I don’t know what I did to Baba, he hates me, he hates my happiness.”

 She scolded me, saying “You shut up, you haven’t told your father, no matter what he did to you?”

I told her “Oh, Mom, if I don’t tell my father, what will I do, he won’t come back?” She scolded me and everything that made me cry so much.

Since I was crying, she was watching me until she got tired and started to console me, later she joined me in crying, we did it until we got tired and kept quiet for ourselves.

I came out to the courtyard to wash our clothes and then I did the laundry when I heard Aunty Kaltume’s voice in Mama’s living room, it seemed like she had come home, and they were angry because they had come home that day and didn’t come to greet Mom, so when she heard their voice, she would look over and say to them “No, Kaltume, are you here? They should say yes, and greet her.

 If it was time for them to leave, if she wasn't in the courtyard when they went to greet them, she would just wave, she didn't see them and then she realized they had left.

I washed my hands and headed to Mama's room with the intention of meeting Aunt Kaltume, because she was one of Mama's children, go Aunt Sha'awa, do me justice when I was crying, then I heard her also saying.

“Uh'uh Mama, leave your daughter to her, she went there to take care of her and her children, we will also do ours here, mother and children are not separated, Mama, even if they are separated, they will return.”

“Even if I leave her the rest, I will make sure I hold her in my arms because if I let her go and get divorced, she will not be able to do anything wrong.”

 I greeted Aunt Kaltume, I made a small gesture to her as she was playing and she was looking at me, she was a girl who didn't know me, a girl from the city, so now you've grown up and stopped going to people, right?

I smiled and said, "That's Auntie, I'm not really old, I'm not even two months old." She held out both her hands to me as a sign of acceptance. 

"You're not old for two months? Come and wash your children's dirty clothes for me." I said, "Okay Auntie." I got up and left. I don't feel the slightest bit embarrassed to go to Auntie Kaltume's house to wash her clothes or even do any other task that is more difficult than washing, because she has wisdom in her case, since she realized that I was feeling the pain of my mother's insults in front of me, she became a man and stopped fighting me, Auntie Sha'awa and the other children.

 As I was leaving the room, I heard Aunty Kaltume saying again, “He can’t do it with her, Mama, it will only be difficult if you let her go there and get married, if her mother wakes up, it’s not her fault, we all love you too.”

Mama got angry and shouted at her, “Go there, Shashasha, all my children supported what I planned, but you are the one who has to accept that I gave birth to you, and besides, you said something to them there, what do you want from me?”

I went back to my room to Inna because I had to tell Inna the kind of words I was hearing since my father had said that I should get rid of my husband in three days or we should leave him at home.

Inna looked at me calmly and said, “Is that so?” I said to her, “Yes.” She said, “Then there is nothing wrong.” She picked up her phone and started talking to her mother, Hajiya Kubra, she wanted to ask her father’s permission to go home.

 “What made you so angry?” she explained everything to her, and said, “Well, I will explain to him and hear what he has to say, but before that, you must inform Mallam Yahaya so that he does not do anything he says without being informed.” She said, “Okay.”