Today, like every day, they woke up full of love and affection, because at this time they felt like they were the most fortunate, because since they woke up in the morning prayer, he went to the mosque, he wandered around the room and did not get up to pray, she continued to sleep, he did not come into the house until seven o'clock because he went jogging from the mosque, despite being a doctor, he knew what to do to make him feel better and more energetic, he opened the door of the room and found her sleeping like a dream, he looked at her eyes and felt uncomfortable. But he did not know how she would accept the strange situation that had happened to them. He slowly pulled the door of the room and headed to his study room, he opened it and entered the room, he sat down and looked at the pile of books that were piled up in the room. He put his hands together and buried his face in his hands as if to give him a chance to rest his face on his hands. He was studying and wanted to solve the crisis that had arisen, which was caused by many things. His father was lying there, pretending to be dead.  Alhaji Saddam died, in the message that came to him months ago, it was his father's message but the joy he gave him weighed heavily on him, so he did as he said. However, the alternative of returning was good but he was facing a journey that he did not know how to take. If he understood his father's request for him, Malam Junaid Gobir's life would end after he stood and the marriage was concluded that he did not know who to marry. He wiped his head and turned to face the window of the room, it was expected to rain at any time, so he stood up and opened the window of the room, he stood and saw his servants and those inside the house. He went back and sat looking out the window, the sound of a car approaching the house surprised him in the morning, but he was not surprised because he was sure that the little Fulani and the Kano man had left the town and he calmed down, the air from his mouth sprayed, there was a knock on the door of the room waiting for orders, he said. "Yes!" "Prince, you are a guest!" He was silent for a few seconds, before he said to him. "Who is it?" "It is Elder Salama."  He was silent for a moment before he said to him. "Go to the parlor!" He said as he stood up from his chair in the study, he slowly walked out and headed towards the corridor that would take him to the parlor, through the hustle and bustle he caught sight of the face of the elder Sallama, he slowly reached the elder Sallama and stood up and said. "Good morning, may your life be long, you European doctor." He did not say anything to him, he just nodded his head and looked at the elder. "What is the matter with you?" Salmanun Faris asked him, tapping his foot. "It is because of the words of Junaid Gobir's daughter that I came in response to the will that His Majesty gave and said that I would remind you to be sure." "And after that?"  He asked him, "Hmm, God forbid, I wanted to tell you to stay away from Junaid because he is suspected of being involved in Saddam's death and the problems of His Majesty. Then he brought up the issue of His Majesty's marriage to Yarshi, everyone heard that and knew it was a joke in the meeting." He raised his head and looked at him, then said. "Thank you, you can go!" Saying this, he stood up to leave the parlor. "Thank you." Hearing the word did not sound like someone who was grateful to him, he turned and looked at him. "Is there something to say?" He raised his head and was about to speak, but the encouragement that Prince Salmanun gave him made him find himself saying.."No, nothing, may God give you success!" Even though he said this, he could not leave the house, Prince Salmanun smiled before telling him. "Is there something?" He knelt on his knees despite his age and told him. "May God give you success." He stepped forward and came towards him. One hand in his trouser pocket he said to him.  "Baba Salama, I don't know what you want? And I don't really understand where you're going. Can you tell me what's going on?" "What I want you to understand is that you shouldn't trust Malam Junaid Gobir, because he's a hypocrite." He remained silent, rolling his eyes before adding. "Since Saddam died, your majesty is treating him, this servant of God is withdrawing from all ties with these servants of God, even though I tried to tell your father the situation, I couldn't succeed, because he didn't understand me. It seems like I don't like Junaid!" "Thank you very much!" He said, turning and leaving. Baba Salama Faruq came out and forced him out.