The Afternoon sun had ascended, casting shadows behind every object the rays could touch, shining it's mesmerizing brilliance. Basma sat on the hacienda chair facing the dressing mirror tied her turban attractively with a simple and beautiful make up smiling on her face.
"It's a good day baby girl! Don't spoil your day whether he calls you or not don't check up on him today, shi ya sani" she hissed clearing out the thought of AbdulMalik on her mind and suddenly her phone buzzed and she jumped on her foot happily
"I knew you would call" she cat walked to her bedside and lo and Behold it's usman that annoying stalker. She quickly threw her phone as it almost crashed on the floor hut it didn't it landed on the soft gorgeous cute center carpet
"When will this local champion leave me alone? Uncle hausa intonation!!!" She glared at the phone sparkling angrily as if she was speaking to the Usman physically.
"AbdulMalik please call me" she whined reaching for her golden hand bag.
"When will you ever stop talking to yourself Basma" sadee entered the room as Basma jolted out of her reverie
"Ah so you heard me" Basma said positioning her self facing the wall mirror
"How do I look today?" She asked sadee with a cheeky grin
"Not bad" sadee muttered removing her grey hijab as her curly, dark and shining long hair Cascade down her soft fair skinned back
"Su masu gashi! Aunty Please cover your hair" Basma teased changing the case of her phone to matching color of her dress. She does have time for every thing if it has to do with fashion. She loves it so much. To look hot and good always is her priority! "Fashion is beauty" is her logo all the time
"Leave me alone please, my head aches badly" sadee yawned as she removed a jotter and a pen from her hand bag
"Hey! Aunty sadee when will you ever change?" Basma eyed sadee
"What happened" sadee asked
"You're still using this hand bag that looks like olden days bag! Look at how big it looks. Wait, how do you feel comfortable carrying it around your arm?" Basma said sniffing a mockery laughter that sadee hated so much
"You really don't have work today? I'm not in the mood to answer your riddles" sadee shrugged
"Whatever, Basma continue to spray her perfumes of different types uncontrollably
"Ba...bas... Basma isn't it okay! Seriously? How do you feel comfortable moving with huge scent of different varieties of perfume as a lady? A Muslim Tor that matter in this Ramadan? Don't forget you're fasting" sadee warned
"Toh su uwata! Mallama sadiya. I'm on my period!!" She eyed sadee rolling a chewing gum around her tongue
"Allah ya shirye ki" sadee said
"Ameen kema haka" Basma whined her lips fixing her channels glasses
"You seemed angry today. Who annoyed my sister? Who's that record breaker that vex my sister" Basma asked wearing her heels
"Matar daddy now, I don't know what's wrong with that woman, she's too quarrelsome " sadee complained tying her long hair into a bun
"You mean zubie?" Basma stopped in her track as a huge pang of hatred flashed to her memory, her heart bleeds badly whenever she set her eyes on zubie that little girl that was living with them ten years ago! That so called Daddy's cousin that subsequently turned herself to hajia zubaida Bafari in a twinkle of an eye with the help of those annoying people, devil's apprentice(in her voice) called Daddy's relative and the memory of her her dearly mother crying out in pain of how to share her husband with the girl she stayed with for years! The girl she took in as her own daughter. Basma despised zubie alot and hates her so much, whenever they meet it's one trouble or the other she said she's still small to rub shoulders with her mother but zubie would have to face her and not her mother
