_There are many messages in it, and it is a BLACK WORD that is difficult to interpret, for anyone with a wide range of intelligence and thinking will understand this, it is a GUIDE for women, especially those who are RIVAL, and your hand is a rod for professionals related to the story in the book_
*NOTE: This is a fictional story that is relevant to the problems women are facing today. Everything in it is fictional. If it is relevant to the real life of a woman, then it is not true.*
She was sitting on the white stool in front of the dressing table in the room. Her legs were crossed and she was moving them with a certain speed. One look at her face revealed a deep sadness, a sadness that was undoubtedly causing her heart to ache and pain.
Even the color of her eyes and face changed, which would have told you to stop crying, I'm not kidding, and it seems like she didn't have time to stop crying.
Even in her heart, she felt a kind of sadness and anxiety coming over her. She tried to soften her heart, but it seemed to be trying to make her weak.
She is also among the ranks of women who cannot contain their anger and resentment without expressing it in their hearts or venting it on anyone who has ever confronted them in this situation.
"If you don't mind, I'll go out for a bit today, but I won't be back for more than two hours, God willing." The sound of the voice rising from the sky crept through her windows, past her curtains and reached her ears.
The sound of the voice alone reached her ears, but she felt as if a hammer had been driven into the center of her heart. She was eager to hear the answer that the person she was talking about would give, and this made her reach out and reach for the curtain and pull it open in a hot manner.
Fes could see the two men talking in a kind of silence between them. He was a tall man who walked with his whole body and his whole body, which gave him a kind of beautiful body that added to his beauty and fullness of character that he immediately answered the name NAMIJI. Although he was not a bad handsome man, he did not even associate the word MUNI BA. He was a foreigner who was called a wankan tarwada, who had a kind of beauty and fullness of calm in a soft fabric that was like the water of the sky on his body. Your first sight of him will confirm that he is an expert in being able to twist a hat and put a dress on his body, so his tailor is really skilled in giving the tailor his due, all these things are among the things that combined to add to SALEEM's charm and complete perfection and appearance.
The woman next to him, however, could not have been more than twenty-eight years old, if she looked far away, twenty-nine to thirty. She was also a black woman like him, her hair was even darker than his, she was very chocolate-colored, of average height, not short, but not at all as tall as he was. She had large, medium-sized eyes, and her nose was long and pointed. Everything about her was average, but she had a different kind of beauty, which was not too much.
"Where am I going?" He asked her, looking at her face and smiling softly at her.
"Aunty Khadija's house for us" he whispered, smiling.
"Come back safely, God bless you," he said, his smile widening. A small laugh escaped her.
"So quickly?, because you're at Aunty Deeja's house?" His eyes widened, revealing a smile.
"How can I stop you from coming here? I know she has," he said flatly. The thin laugh that had been kept from her especially because of him let out, in a shy tone, she said
“I'm not crazy, but it's a secret”
"I know, I'm sorry, I didn't hear from you either. Please don't wait," he said softly, walking towards the garage of the house, which had three cars, as many as it could carry.
"I know you don't like spending the night outside, daddy, I won't get used to it, God willing" he paused as he walked and looked back at her. There was a smile on his face that he knew wasn't enough to stop him from leaving his face. She also let go of the soft smile and shook her head, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. It was as if a hand had been taken from her heart, that's what ZAINAB felt. She couldn't stand there for even a second longer, looking at this. Then she quickly let go of the curtain and turned around, closing the door behind her, her heart beating again with a kind of pain and ache.
How could she possibly be the man she had not seen even a little bit of happiness on his face since last night? He hadn't even eaten his dinner, and he told her that it was not a good night for them to sleep like that, but he was the one who was making her laugh with his eyes and looking at her with such a kind of lust? After he had prepared himself this morning, he couldn't even face her and talk, but after he turned to her, he finished his plan and hurriedly left. She thought he had left the house for a long time, was he with this black plan of his wife?
"May God grant you good luck, protect you, and give you the strength to find a way to spend your time with her, and return safely." His eyes narrowed slightly, her prayer affecting him to the core of his heart. This prayer was part of the list of things that pleased his heart every morning, and it accompanied him all the way to his shop in the market.
With a smile plastered on his face, he opened his eyes and moved his lips. Then his eyes landed on Zainab who was standing there, her eyes fixed on him. He looked away from her and turned to RUQAYYA, saying
“Amen amen, thank you very much, God bless you”
"Ameen," she replied, rubbing the palms of both her hands over her face. She then took two steps back from Zainab, without looking at her because she knew that whatever she saw with her face and eyes was not good, so she put her head inside the house and went to her section.
"Are you healed yet?" Zainab asked him directly, continuing to stare at him, a question that came with a subtle and provocative tone.
