Hauwa dressed in her brown and milk louis Vuitton maternity gown, it's specially customized for her by her lovely father Ambassador Ahmed K. She looked at her self in the mirror tying a brown plain scarf on her head (that zarah buhari style) with a bitchy red lipstick well painted on her lips, two silver simple earrings on her ears a simple silver bracelet on her left while she had a brown I-watch on the right one.
"Babes I got this for you for the naming ceremony of Abdul-Aziz's wife" AbdulMalik whom couldn't gave up returned to hauwa's room with two sets of veils and shoes as he stare at his wife adorably. She looks so hot and beautiful but the red lipstick on her lips screams trouble
"I ordered it from Ruwaydis-veils, it would look good on you! I hope you love the colors maroon and army green" he grinned
"The stones on this maroon are too much and I hate it" she looked at the stuffs in disgust and he became Happy that she'd finally spoken to him not minding the fact that hauwa rejected it in her own words.
"How about other one? The color would suit my Arabian wife" he tried to flatter her and she looked at him dryly.
"I think Adda Mami my step mum, you know her right?" She asked him
"Yeah" he replied praying not to hear a negative and hurtful comment from her
"She has it, exactly! And you I despised her komai dinta haushi ya ke bani, inta sa kayan ma haushin ta nakeji, talk more of using the same stuff with her, so if you don't mind park these things out of my room" she eyed him terribly as she walked to her mirror and started applying eye liner
He didn't say a word nor did he make an attempt of going out with what he brought instead he walked out quietly. She obviously needs some space.
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"Good day ma" funke the managing director of hauwa's NGO greeted her
"Hey! Hi" hauwa pose hands akimbo seeking for some flattering words from funke
"You look extremely stunning" funke stated
"Thank you" hauwa grinned looking at the mirror
"This gown was specially made for you" funke continued