Dije raised her eyebrows and looked down at Abdul Hakim and said, “Friend of the city, why did you bring me this gun with such a sad face?”
Abdul Hakim sighed and said, “Hey Khadija, what a sad situation my brother is in. For God's sake, don't insult him again, he's yours.”
She said, "But you know our blood is not mixed, right? You don't love me, I really don't want to see him again.." Abdallah quickly grabbed her finger and said, “You are a village girl, I don't like you, and I don't like seeing you either, my brother.”
He pointed to Abdul Hakim, “You too, if you want to come over and do what we have to do, or else take action, because now I will be happy to call you and plan evil for you.”
Abdallah nodded, “Look, sir, I don't want to be rude, let's fight.”
“We have not had a chance to move for a long time, we are in this remote area and I don't know where to move, you useless, useless person.”
Abdulhakim looked at Dije as she was packing her things and was about to leave the room. He was sorry to see her crying.
“Wait, Khadija, you'll see how big all the Zanbiya flowers are, go home and just rest.”
She said, “Just leave him alone, thank you, or he can abuse your brother, I've had enough of him for days.”
"Oh my god Khadija, I'm so sorry for this, I just ate it and said kinsaba,
She held her waist and said, “My friend, you should have buried me like your brother did, since our lesson is humanity, not love.”
He said, “I heard, but God forbid, she is not a prostitute, and I have been drinking your flowers every time I come to this village, so I have been drinking your flowers with her, or I have been complaining to Addaji, saying, 'Today I have been drinking your flowers, what have you done?'”
She slowly turned the flower over to him, and the pain of the aleda's feet touched it.
