Hajiya Saude adjusted her gaze to look at her friend who was trying to reveal her secret. “Get your own good mirror and write if you can write or have it written for you Wa Alqaitu Alaika Mahabbatan Minni 71 feet on any corner of the room and open it and write your husband’s name, then get white honey and put it wherever you wrote your husband’s name and drop the honey on it, if you don’t have honey, put the mirror behind the ceiling of the room and put it on it, let it sit overnight in the room, you can get a cloth and cover it so that nothing touches it, in the morning you will check it and take it out and wash it and put a little oil, put salt in it and the writing is very strong, some oil experts say it is even better than honey, any secret that has a mirror or is put in white honey or salt is very good, really” Hajiya Saude took a deep breath and sighed, feeling sorry for her friend for knowing the secret that she did not know.  "Hajiya, you already know this, but you left me sitting here like this." "Well, you don't need it, I swear to God, I'm not a witch doctor, but my husband is just what I said, but I am very obedient to him and polite to him, you know her only by the way she talks and kisses me. Let me add a very strong secret to you, even your husband will never be able to hide his secret from you, if you have a partner, put her name on it, she will also celebrate when you get married, we will be in peace, you will get this good ink, take your Quran and open Surah Yusuf, this verse is processed in different ways, even if it is your daughter who lost your husband, you can put it on her, but any secret and how it is processed..." Ameer entered the living room in a rage, shirtless, he put it on and cut off the conversation that Hajiya Saude was having, turning to look at her husband's son, it was not surprising that she saw him lost his mind because the slightest thing upset him, even if he broke his promise  no, except today he seemed to be older than usual, because he came into the living room as if he had been chased out. “Ameer, are you okay?” Instead of answering her, he asked her a question in anger. “Is Balarabe here?” “No, come in, God forbid he did anything wrong to you” Momy held her breath, Baba Balaraben knocked on the living room door, then he slowly walked in, his body swaying and he came closer to Ameer saying. “You’ve been gone for a long time, by God I don’t understand what you’re talking about, look at the things I’ve found” He opened the black bag in his hand and took out some small amount of face wash gel and showed it to him, as if to say bismillah, Ameer picked up the old man who must be sixty-three years old, at that moment the bag in Baba Labarabe’s hand fell off, he cupped his cheek and looked at Ameer, Momy and Hajiya Saude stood up. “Ameer, what about me?”  "Okay, is that what you're asking? After you've made a fool of me? What do you expect, thank you? Since I called you and told you to get me some chemical to wash my face, you're going to bring me this fool?" Momy quickly ran to Ameer and hugged him, pushed him back, pushed him against the chair and sat down, then turned and looked at Baba Balarabe who was holding his cheek until she said. "For God's sake, be patient, Ameer, if he loses his temper, he can't control himself." "It's okay, Hajiya, it's a world but I'm still working here, I'll put up with it forever because poverty is not your fault, he slapped me, I didn't do this damage." He said something that looked more like pity than sadness, Hajiya Saude tried to apologize but I didn't listen to her until he left.

He's a scoundrel, who would spread his saliva on my face? I don't know how to wash my face, I don't want to use my hands, I feel like I've put something on my face" "Is that the only reason to buy you chemicals to wash your face? And you say he has some disease?" He looked at Momy in surprise because he was so dirty. "What about saliva, Momy, and what about his mouth? How will I live?"  He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath because he felt as if he would catch his breath and suspect some kind of illness. Momy turned and looked at her friend Hajiya Saude "Hajiya, let's make a phone call" "Oh, God willing, I will call you later or tomorrow" "Thank you very much for the visit, let's make a phone call" Hajiya Saude took her bag and headed for the exit feeling that she could not carry what her friend was carrying for her husband's son. "Now get up and let me wash your face, I know the filth will not let you put your hands in it" "Even if you put your hands in it, I will not be able to eat anything you have cooked with your hands again" "I will put on socks and I will wash you with cotton first" Like a little child, she went ahead and followed him to the bathroom, she had to cover her hands with socks, then she put on the soaps that were there, she washed his face more than once and let his face rest because he was satisfied, the dirt came out and there was no more  How he would do it would make his face wrinkle up to the point of hurting him. “What is this?” Momy asked as he wiped his face with a towel. “He is a fool, I have to be careful.” Hearing this, her body went cold, because she knew that one of the two things had to happen, the one who did this was unknown to her, Ameer, or someone who was more compassionate and compassionate. She certainly knew that Ameer would not allow it unless he took revenge, which revenge could be cruel to those who wronged him or be the opening of a new trial because the one who will be taken will not allow Ameer. “What is this heartache all about, Ameer, what are you doing to me?” “He is my friend and a member of our group.”