ABUJA OSOKORO..
A gentle breeze was blowing through the trees as the wind gently passed through her body, knowing that her clothes were light. She stood up, she was not tall, but God called her, what a beauty, what a way to attract the attention of everyone who looked at her. She pulled away a little, picked up her phone, which she was looking for, and put it in her ear and said, “Well, I don't think I can attend the lecture today, so if you're not with me, just attend for me..”
She listened to hear what the man was going to say, and then she said, “Oh my God, I forgot, where are you and I right now? I can hear the music playing, don't you sleep in a club...?”
Eman laughed and said, "No, I'm not at the club. I'm asking them to go this week. I want to go home because Islam said, 'Mommy is not well. I want to go and see how her body is. But before that, I want to solve this problem that I'm in. We haven't reached a conclusion yet. If he insists, I'll release the video. It's not something that bothers me. I'm embarrassed to give it to him..'
She sat down and put one leg on top of the other and said, “This is your problem, I see the biggest problem in my house, this girl's ass is like a prostitute's vagina, she will come to study in the evening and stay at home..”
This problem is troubling me, my husband can't understand me, I've been living alone with my husband, and I don't think she'll ever come back to haunt me. I think since I don't like her, CID sent her, and by the way, this girl has been keeping my eyes on me for a long time.
She laughed and said, "Jawaher, what are you afraid of? Or what you do to others, you are afraid of being done to you..? But otherwise, I don't see why you should come and sit with you. If she doesn't do it to you, then you should eat her father's kuttum and not show her water. It's not a basketball, no wonder what you do to her is so little..,
She was silent, listening to her, and Jawaher said, “That's how it will be, by God, she would rather stay in a hostel than in my house. Now, when she comes, you keep coming back, no, this little talk is over. I also bring some people with me, we are breaking up. There is no way their family will be lost. Who will she sit and study in his arms except him?”
I understand that there is a marriage between them. Is this what you are doing too much or is it jealousy?
Eman said, suppressing her laughter.
A certain Ashar Jawaher said, “Last year I sent you a picture of Najlah Zaki. I had to wake up. I don't know what kind of man he is, he's my son..”
Eman said, “That's it, my dear, don't forget to send me your picture..”
I stopped sending you a message because I wanted to gossip and you sent it to me, so I won't send it to you every time she comes to see you.
Jawaher said.
She laughed and turned off her phone.
Jawaher got up, left the guiding and was leaving. The person in charge of the room took away the things she had used and pushed the door that would connect her to the main parlor. Turus saw the strange situation and she was shocked and said, “Sweet, when are you coming down?”
Her face was throbbing with excitement. She didn't like what had happened recently, and he kept coming back without telling her. She sat down on one of the luxurious chairs in the parlor and looked up from watching Najlah, who was typing on the phone.
Without looking at where Jawaher was, she said, “Where is Wuni..”
She said, "It's okay." She turned her attention to her husband, picked up the pillowcase, hugged him, and closed her eyes, giving him a look that confused the one who was doing it. She said in a low voice, “Sweetie, you told me that you would come in the evening and change the day..?”
Jawad grabbed her hand and sent her some kind of message, texting her hand.
Najlah coughed to remind them that they were not alone and he quickly came to his senses. His eyes even changed color and he said, “Jawaher, take me to the room where you will be staying..”
She got up, giving a faint smile and said, "Oh, my sister, can you get up? I'm sorr
