MALAM AMINU KANO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
From the way everyone in the boarding area focused their attention on her, you can be sure that she was definitely worth a look.
Some would immediately call her the BEAUTY QUEEN of the world, if anything more.
Oh, oh, oh
The sound of her shoes echoing in the air, from her gaze to her expensive clothing, you will be convinced that she has not been beaten for a long time. Or should I say beaten.
The young woman would not have been more than twenty years old in this world.
It can be said that her body is a Princess Gown, looking at how the long gown reaches down to her waist, from her chest to the bottom of the gown is open, meaning that it is torn.
The gown is gold color. Her feet are covered in some expensive strappy heels, her hair is loose and spread out, it is done in Blonde wavy hair, her hair color is dark brown, her beautiful face is full of make-up, her whole body is a place to wear jewelry, from her ears, her fingers, her neck, there is no place that is not decorated with gold, she just shines like gold.
She also became close to her three daughters, who were her best friends and like sisters.
Ibtihaaj is an Australian-born, Dubai-based, Buddhist woman with her parents, Ansha, born in Nigeria, of European descent, is a Christian, and Aahila is a Malaysian.
They all grew up together, meaning they were friends since primary school in America until secondary school. When they entered university, their friendship fell apart because each of them was studying something different, and their opinions differed in some areas.
They had not seen each other for two years, due to their respective studies, but now God has decided to reunite them, thanks to Ansha's birthday party that her parents had organized for her in Nigeria, which was the first time any of them had visited the country, including Ansha, who was born in the country.
Overjoyed, the beautiful young woman who was their fourth child, whom they had just found, entered the country and embraced them all, filled with joy at seeing each other again.
“Samiupter D'Souza, will we ever meet again? I thought that since you returned to India we were separated forever, but it turned out that it was my birthday and we met again. I was really happy, that's how it happened.”
The young woman Ansha called Samiupter D'Souza smiled as she adjusted the way she held the box in her hand. She was about to speak when
