She was just tapping on her phone without really knowing what she was looking at, she was lost in thought when she heard the sound of footsteps and footsteps. She slowly pulled her head away, looking at the part she was listening to, then she put her phone back in her bag and continued looking at them until they reached her.
"Oh, are you here?" Bibi asked, looking at her. She nodded, her face relaxed.
“I'm just tired, like someone who's done something, I'm also looking for a companion to walk home with.”
"The girl was looking for a way out, but she wanted to go home and left her alone," Harara Bibi said, spreading rumors.
"Kekam, if you don't stop talking for a month, those lips will be swollen. Let's go or Hamdiyya. When they're done, tell them we're gone," she said, following behind her mother who had gone ahead and was trying to get her car keys out.
There was silence in the car, from her to Bibi, nothing was said. Their bodies and mouths were just like that. Despite the fact that there was a mother-in-law between them, and despite the long time they had been together, Hamdiyya had not really reciprocated. She still continues to be a mother-in-law to Bibi, as if she had not grown up properly.
They got into the car like funeral processions. She was driving something that she didn't know what was driving her down, until they reached the house. Two horns, not a third, not one of the house's security guards, opened the gate for her and she pushed the nose of her car in.
Then she stopped the car and went around to open the door for him. He said bismillah, put his feet outside, and then he stepped out, but he turned around. She closed the car's lid and heard him saying
"The house looks like it's been cleaned today, isn't there anyone?" The aunt also noticed that.
"Maybe they're inside resting," she replied, holding out her purse for him. Since it was hers, she had to accompany him inside.
The next track follows her. As they turn their heads to the next track, the sound of Tanja's voice fills their ears.
“Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi raji'un, I have entered the third group, come and see my sultana”
"Sultana?" Bibi Tabi's voice trailed off, asking the sultana's name. While Ama felt as if something had been ripped from the center of her heart, just like that, for no apparent reason.
Like those who were stuck there, they fought until Tanja reached her hand and tears of honor streamed down her face. As if she had been pushed away, she turned away and followed her in the crowd, hugging Tanja. She held her hand tightly and said
“What's wrong with you, Tanja? Why are you trying to get people's attention like this?”
“She is a SULTANA, she is dead, bye, come and see”
"Who killed her?!" Bibi and Ama joined in the fight, each tone of voice expressing pure anger.
"It's Maina! It's Aliyyu, by God, he's the one I saw entering the room" a kind of crazy beating in all their hearts.
"Maina?, Aliyyu?" Ama repeated clearly, her ears pricking up for a few seconds before she moved to the side of the girl, moving her body inwards with a vicious kick, brushing against the girl's shoulder without even realizing what she was doing.
Even at the speed she dances, her legs seem to bend.
