It has many neighborhoods with large populations of both the poor and the wealthy.
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A beautiful neighborhood where wealthy people gather, most of them are businessmen and businesswomen. It is a neighborhood where you don't see the hustle and bustle of people, but everyone comes with their own vehicles and passes by. There is a single, wide street with asphalt and sidewalks on both sides of the street. There are also some very tall plants that grow on the houses that line the street. This makes the street very beautiful and attractive. You don't see much except for the ones that don't grow plants.
I stood there, looking at the houses in the neighborhood, shaking my head and continuing to stare, as if I were going to die because people were building such huge houses.
A foolish man was tired of a ramshackle house that was more beautiful than any other house on the street, with its beautiful and sturdy exterior and the color of the paint on the roof and the flowers that surrounded it.
Hearing the large gate open, I stood up and looked at the food.
An old man of about fifty-five years of age looked at the gate with awe.
A red Ferrari car sped past, narrowly missing the old man's fingertips as he ran, stopping to the side to catch his breath.
Seeing the car pass without stopping, he shook his head and opened his mouth, saying, “May God guide you, AMNAH, so that you will start to respect your elders, for your behavior is not the same as your mother's, you have nothing less than your father's.”
Dakyal found it, closed the door, sat down on the bench next to it, and began to tune in to the radio he was holding.
A young woman, no older than 17, quickly emerged from the house and approached the kitchen.
“Baba Madu, did Amnah go out?”
He quickly put down the radio and stood up.
“Yes, Hajiya Amal, I'm going to sleep.”
She shook her head, her white eyes wide, and said, "Father, by God, I will not let you go, my daughter, I will not let you go
Baba Madu smiled and said
“Then go where Hajiya Amal wants us to go.”
She looked up at him and said, “Dad, there are so many things like corn, millet, yam, and wheat, Dad, you don't even know where to go.”
There was silence, then a smile spread across her face, saying nothing. Dan thought they had the same problem, but it didn't bother him.
She turned around inside the house and disappeared.
He looked at her and shook his head, saying that God made you two pregnant together, but your behavior was different, so you held on to your mother's and she held on to your father's.
The glass door that surrounded the balcony opened and revealed a large, very spacious room, with blue and gold chairs, curtains, and carpet, no lights, the sound of the AC, and a kind of magical, sweet scent of firewood.
She sat there, clutching her head, feeling angry at the way her sister was treating the poor girl.
Hearing footsteps coming from upstairs, she quickly raised her head and lowered her gaze to her beautiful, surprised face.
A beautiful woman, who was first noticed by her, was either a Buzuwaca or an Arab woman, wearing a lace dress with a beautiful face that revealed the secret of its expensiveness. Gold earrings adorned her hands, and she wore large gold rings, which were a symbol of beauty and cost.
In a moment, the heiress sat down and sat next to Amal, holding out her hand and turning Amal's face with the question.
"How are you, you guys?" I heard Amnah's car pull out.
With eyes full of tears, Mamy said, "I want to go and do my own thing. I don't have the intention of going to the market, so I won't do anything." She said, “I'll go to the supermarket. If it's a market, we'll go to the Awo's line. We'll go to the good ones. I'm not a supermarket owner, and you'll see some of them have been there for years because that's not their environment.”
