A handsome white man was sitting in an office with papers in front of him, looking at his age. He was about forty-five years old, he was white as if you had given him blood and it had come out on top of him. There was a big photon of him on the wall, standing as if you had called him. He answered at the bottom of the photon. His name was written with big teeth, ASHRAF AHMAD, with a beautiful smile on his beautiful face. He was only working, not taking his hand to rest, but when he received a call from his phone, he looked at it to see what was calling him. He hesitated for a moment before he picked it up and focused on what he was doing until the call was interrupted by someone else coming in. But he didn't even look at the phone again, let alone bother to pick it up and put it on silent so that it wouldn't ring, which made him make a mistake. He just continued his work.
A perfect woman was standing there, getting dressed and removing her wedding ring. One look at her and you could tell she was a worldly woman. She was staring at the phone in her hand. The call was coming but she wasn't picked up. She was just waiting to see the call. She sighed and called again. Kira hung up and threw the phone away, sitting on the couch, clutching her head.
“Why is Alhaji Ashraf doing this to me? This is humiliating. I know he sees the call but he refuses to listen because he is hurting me. Why would he do this to me even though he sees that I care about him? I have to take action against him before he drives me crazy. What kind of disaster is this?”
Hajiya Bilkisu, who was standing next to her, looked at her beautiful face, which was filled with sadness and worry and said, “Oh my God, Hajiya Sadiya, you have something surprising to say. We have to go. I will tell him, like your husband, what is his involvement in this matter? Clear him out and we will leave. When we get back, I will go to his office and meet him.”
Hajiya Sadiya shook her head and sighed, removing her glasses from her eyes and said, "But Bilkisu, you are the one who is the witness. The way I love Ashraf makes me feel like I'm going crazy. I won't care about his behavior or the care he shows me. I follow him every step of the way so he can marry me. My father is the limit, but he doesn't see it. It's always the same story. Do you think I will be at peace if he doesn't listen to me?" Hajiya Bilkisu said with a sad face.
"Hmm, you took this matter so seriously, Alhaji Ashraf, how could he not listen to you, why do you think so?" She said looking at Hajiya Sadiya who stared at her waiting for her answer. Hajiya Bilkisu continued, "Because you often lose your dignity in front of him, showing him that you are a stranger and a classy person, you sat down and said that if you could, you would have set him on fire and burned him for two to three months. Stop calling him and stop coming to see him. By the way, I'm telling you personally, you will hear him calling your phone asking if you are okay, but you always call him and hang out in his office, and he won't humiliate you"?
Hajiya Sadiya sighed and looked at Hajiya Bilkisu and said "but do you think I can forget Alhaji Ashraf for three months without calling him? Hmm, I can't do it for three days, let alone three months, do you want me to die? Because I haven't seen him for a week or heard his voice, let alone be sick, so what do you think if today comes, I don't pick up the phone and call him, let alone take me to the hospital, Bilkisu, I myself don't know what kind of love I have for Ashraf, the mind cannot describe it, for example, it cannot be expressed, and words cannot express it, just let me fight for it, I won his love and my goal for him is to marry him" she closed her mouth, Hajiya Bilkisu laughed and clapped her and said "it's true, you are beautiful, may Allah help you, he will punish me too, I think that is a difficult thing because you are watching how I suffered the pain of Alhaji Mukhtar's love but in the end he let me marry someone, let alone Alhaji Ashraf did not support you, I think how things will be like "It's hard," she finished, looking at Hajiya Sadiya with a look of no success in front of her. And that was obvious. What she was doing was obvious. Her imagination was true. Alhaji Ashraf knew Hajiya Sadiya and the color of her private life in the barracks and the privilege of being a great politician. Wherever she was, she was in and out. All her other characteristics were said to have given her some information. Why didn't he even say a word to her? She didn't think she would find a face that would respond to her greetings. Did she think that in the future she would be able to
