Mamy's heart sank.
When she was far away, she grabbed her phone and leaned forward, sighing and shaking one leg, her voice still ringing.
Hearing that she was being picked on made her start speaking in a fit of anger.
"You gave what your soul and heart gave you, but by God, you bought me old clothes that I was going to give as charity, and your soul was in trouble, because I wanted to give what I could eat, you are a woman but you were a hater of the poor, because you did not know where marriage would lead you, Shashasha just hung up the phone.
They had been sitting for about 30 minutes when they heard the gate of the house open.
Mamy's face fell and she focused on her phone, pressing
After about ten minutes, they heard the door open and the slender Sallama was released.
Knowing the importance of greeting, Mamy didn't hesitate to raise her head, look at him, and respond.
Masha Allah, these are the words I uttered when my eyes were filled with the beauty of a young woman who was no more than twenty-two years old, She looked like a white Mamy, Her eyes were so beautiful that they were closed as if she were sleeping, From the corners of her eyes, a smoky hazel was shining inside, There was a long nose that reached to the tip, Then her mouth was covered with pink lips, She was a first-class beauty, especially her tall and broad body, For example, She had a shape that was very attractive, There were some full breasts and hips that were very wide and large, She was dressed in a brown Abaya with stones, Her body was loose except for her feet that were wearing Tom's coffee and her bag was coffee.
Her mind wandered to the depths of her eyes, looking at Tata's mother, and I held her hand in my right hand.
She found a side that was very close to her and sat down with her.
“Mommy, are you angry with me?”
If I don't go to the market,
I went to Nene's house because she was going out, so I went back before Amal got ready. But then she said, "You are Mamy, you are not even listening." This girl's behavior made us compete with her, making Amal angry.
Amal's mouth dropped open, caressing Mamy's body again.
"Hey, Mamy," Abinda said, her face softening.
You are right in front of me, Amnah. I know you will do better than that!
She rubbed her face with her fingers and said
"Mamy, you are my father. Abba has provided the house with servants who will do anything for you. But you, like us, we said we would go to the market to buy these things. What's wrong with us? It's rice or drinks. But we just went to the market to eat. Our appearance doesn't match that!" She answered him calmly, as if she wasn't talking.
Mamy's eyes widened as she looked at her, and in her mind she was thinking about many things about her blood clot. She shook her head and said,
“Keep this Kular Naman and go, and if you don't give me my money, I don't want you to be a slave to me, so I'll take you to a wedding in your valley, and you won't be able to do anything, right?”
Baki Ammah sent a message saying, “I hope my house is furnished with the necessities of life. At least I want to see more than ten people in my family serving me and paying them. In this way, I will take responsibility and there will be someone who will quickly return, because it is his job.”
Filled with anger, Mammy copied and bit her lip.
Amnah stood up, straightening the rolling pin on her head, grabbed her car keys, and shook them. Looking at Amal, who was speechless and said nothing, she nodded and walked away.
Amal was surprised that she didn't get it right, so she quickly stood up, threw on her scarf and said.
“Mommy, let's go.”
She wished them well and sat down on the soft chairs of the balcony, holding the phone to her ear.
It took a while before it was taken.
The phone is picked up and the heart is relieved with a sigh.
""There is a problem Haj Lubna, There is a serious problem, by God, Amnah's behavior is frightening and surprising to me, she does not want to have sex with a poor person, I will not worship her, she does not want to deal with the poor, she does not want to go where the poor would go, she only takes the poor person. He was created to worship and obey him, if you take the poor person, he is a person who risks his life if you give him money, she thinks the poor person is a person who can give his life for money, Hajiya Lubna, I think it is time for me to sit with her and solve her problems with Abawa..
Her heart skipped a beat and she hung up the phone for the second time. She said, “I'm sorry, I saw you.”
Amnah
As they were leaving, she got out of the car and shook her head, sighing. She felt a strange and unbearable sadness inside her. She even felt as if she was about to be slaughtered. Finally, she realized how foolish people could break her leg.
