A woman who could not have been more than thirty-seven or eight years old was sitting on a chair in the living room with her feet propped up on the table in front of her, watching the big screen TV attached to the wall of the room. On one side, she saw a glass of juice in front of her, her mind at ease. At one glance, you could tell she was having fun, because there was a smile on her face.
The knock on the door of the living room brought her back from the world of entertainment she had fallen into.
Zumbur stood up to see Baba Direba pushing Abdul's bicycle into the living room. Her face immediately showed a look of shock and sadness on her face. What did that mean? Did she see Abdul here, waiting for his body?
The driver interrupted her thoughts by saying, “Hajiya, good morning, are you home?”
In a panic, she turned around with a warlike smile and said, “Alhamdulillah! Are you back?”
"Yes, Hajiya." He didn't answer.
She smiled warily for the second time and said, “Welcome, you've made your way. I hope nothing happened to you on your way back?”
She ended the conversation when she reached Abdul and pushed his bicycle to the center of the hall.
The driver said, “It's okay, Hajjiya. Maybe something bad happened, my dear, but since God protects His righteous servants who have no right over them, we'll probably return home.”
She turned around in shock and looked at him, wondering if he had discovered her plan. You know, it's said that a liar or someone who is in a hurry is a liar.
Baba the driver just smiled and turned back to his work, his heart pounding for his housekeeper, Hajiya Haseena.
She pushed the child's cart to his room. She opened the door and looked around to see that no one was there. She pushed the cart hard and turned her head, feeling the pain and anguish of what her friend Kulu had done to her.
The bicycle had to collide with his bed and stop, as a result of the impact of the bed, and the servant of Allah Abdul had already fallen to the ground, "Hey, you team!" His head hit the ground.
He didn't have the strength or energy to stand up on his own, being a cripple with a bent leg. He was not healthy in the first place, which meant he couldn't get up from the bed. He lay there crying alone. When Mamma closed the door to the room, someone saw him and came to help him.
Although no one came directly into their living room except his father, he now confirmed that he was in the market, so he continued to cry and tried to help himself.
Hajiya Haseena went straight to her room, where her phone was going. Angrily, she called her friend Kulu, who had a bad temper, but the call was cut off and she did not pick up. She made five calls but not a single one was answered. She put the phone down in her mind and went back to her bed, where she lay down, struggling to move her legs, imagining the disrespect she would inflict on her friend. She said to herself, “Kulu really despises me. Would you do this to me?”
On the other hand, nothing stopped her from picking up the phone, except fear and anxiety that overwhelmed her, just like how Hajiya took the heat of this conversation, she promised Hajiya that this problem would be solved today, but then that idiot came up with a plan, ever since he brought her the car and turned around, she wanted to call Hajiya Haseena on the phone but she couldn't
