He laughed loudly as he stood in front of Momy, who was looking at him with disdain. He continued laughing, looking at her, and I watched him smiling because he looked very handsome when he laughed.

Momy said, "When you finish your madness, take your wife and go home." He stopped laughing and frowned, saying dismissively, "I didn’t come with her." I smiled sarcastically, without looking at him again. Before I could speak, someone came to tell Momy that a fight was going on. Rabiya quickly followed Momy, while I looked at Dikko from top to bottom with disdain and said, "What a nuisance, this old man ruined my bath." "Old man? Me?" He asked, pointing to himself.

The way he got angry made me silent, looking down. He nodded angrily and said, "May God bring us home safely." I didn’t respond, nor did I dare look up at him. "Am I the old man?" He asked again, clearly upset. "Hmm, old man," I muttered. He nodded again in frustration, "Mtswww," and walked away muttering to himself.

I quickly looked up at him as he walked away, and he came back again. "Am I the old man? You pity me so much that you disrespect me? How dare you look me in the eye and call me an old man? No one has ever disrespected me like this all year, but you did. You’ll regret it. May God bring us home safely. If I hold you, you’ll tell me I’m the old man." He walked away, and I turned around quickly, scared. Rabiya touched me from behind, and I thought he had returned again.

As Dikko was led out, she slipped out of the hall with her happiness, disappearing without being noticed. She stood by her car, put on her hijab and niqab, and then blended into the crowd unnoticed. This was her habit; she never parted from her hijab and niqab, being a devout Muslim. But when she went to the club, she never took her car to maintain her mysterious appearance.

"Hey, what do you want to do to her that you're looking for her?" "Let me see her, and I'll take action right in front of you all. When did they become so familiar that he gives her money so freely in public...?" "Who knows?" Her friend scoffed. "Jiddah, are you still hanging around this useless Dikko? As if he were Dikko Diamond?" Jiddah smiled and looked at Mardiyya, “Tell her who Yaya D 'K is.”

Filled with genuine affection for Dikko, Mardiyya began to describe him, “Hmm, he’s beyond what the mind can imagine. You need to see him. He’s handsome, very stylish, and above all, wealthy and powerful. When he talks, he mesmerizes you. He’s sharp-witted with a charming gaze. Dikko is a young man with sophistication, worldly experience, and intelligence, but he’s utterly disrespectful. He’s a rogue and a gambler, with a careless attitude. Today he might know you, tomorrow he won’t. He has a strange personality. Only a gambler’s daughter can endure living with him because she’s also from the streets. You know, street marriages only end after they’ve severely fought, then they reconcile and become lovers again. Mardiyya made this statement, knowing her intention behind it, and only she understood it.”