Her attention went to my husband who was slowly coming down the stairs like a man with a sore foot. He looked at her and turned his head away. Just as he finished, she took the phone off her ear after saying goodbye to her phone friend. She looked at him as if she had swallowed as he sat on the chair opposite her. Her gaze ended at my young husband who if only she had married early and young, had given birth to his son or someone who had just reached adulthood. She placed her hand on his chin and looked into his eyes, but apart from pressing the phone, he was doing nothing. He was wearing a suit known as a commissioner's jacket, it was sewn in a non-fussy and modern style like that of young men who are obsessed with money and fame. The black leather watch he wore on his left wrist further helped to brighten his skin, which was full of warning in her eyes.  She looked more at his creation and his face which made her feel that he was hers alone in the world, because she was created for him. No one would ever be able to replace this shadow that she saw because she was the only one who was blessed with him. Now that he was sitting far away from her, she felt as if she had been touched by the iron wizard who could not live without approaching the iron in his temple. This made her stand up and go to the chair next to him and sit down after pulling him tightly to his body. His phone was received, this made him raise his head and look at her, despite the message she received, it did not make her tremble. In her opinion, this was nothing if she was a woman with a capital, then even the city of China could go to achieve any goal. "Are you okay?" He said, his eyes slightly closed, which was his creation, the creation that set him apart from creatures like him. The one you could tell them apart with one look.  Hajiya Zeenatu let out a sigh of relief as the love and affection for her young husband surged deeper into her heart.

On Tuesday morning at about nine o'clock, she entered the Revenue Department where she worked. She went straight to their office after greeting them with a knowing look. She immediately turned her head to see someone sitting with her colleagues chatting. The man was looking for her, her greeting was answered, and he stared at her as if he had swallowed her. "You are Oga Ahmad, you are not lucky by all accounts. Here is another one." She did not know why she gave Halima this look, Halima also did it in jest, which made her burst into laughter. "Yes, Halima. Thank God I have to go. Seeing Ramla is difficult." She did not bother anyone and sat on her chair and focused on Rabi as they greeted each other. Hearing the words of the man next to her, he said. "Oh Princess Ramla, what is this bond? I hope it is not from me?" Even if the look was not enough, the pride was spilling out!  He had already pushed him away from the moment he woke up and revealed his secret. He finished his strange voice and left. "You are not clever, Ramla, if I had the chance, you would be surprised." She looked at Halima carefully, "If this is what you call being clever, Halima, then put Ramla in the first row. I beg you for guidance." From there, she returned to her work and did not interfere in the teasing that her male and female colleagues made of Halima, whose soul was burning with Ramla's words. She also vowed to take revenge sooner or later.