"Her family her pride" ~~husna.
HER FAMILY HER PRIDE:
"In life the most important people in your life are suppose to be your family and those friends who stick by your side through all the hardship." ~~
~~ Husna.
A lady dressed in a purple sweat pants with a matching hoodie sat on one of the chairs in her parlour with a paper and a pencil, she started to Sketch looking so focus a glass rested on her straight pointed nose.
After an hour of trying to Sketch the gown in her mind she gave up getting up to go downstairs making a mental note of trying again later.
As she was about to leave her mini apartment the ringtone of her phone stopped her from doing so, she picked up her iPhone 13 pro max, looking at the ID caller "Bambina🤧❤️"
"Hey couz zee how far" her cheerful cousins voice, Fatima filled her ears as soon as she pick up.
"You don't need to answer just come online" she rolled her eyes before hanging up.
She on her data and watch as the message kept coming in, when they finish she went to their what's app group "FU'AZ; Girls squad 👯🥺♥️❤️🥂"
F for Fatima.
U for ummusalma.
A for Asma'u
Z for zaynab.
Fatima: are you babes free tommorow.
Ummusalma: planning to take us out.
Fatima: hhhhhh, how about a girl's day tommorow.
Ummusalma: am in, is been long I miss kebbi but i rather stay in Florida forever
Fatima: ummu😒 we have literally stayed in Florida our whole life
Ummusalma: still🥴
Zaynab: so girl's day?
Fatima: welcome your highness, now where is your daughter, and yes girl's day you in?
Zaynab: I guess, can't we just hang out in one of our houses then next tommorow we can visit our relatives.
Ummusalma: u smart my introvert Bess
Zaynab: 😹 I know, no need to say it, and my daughter most be reading as always or studying people's mind😹🤫
Asma'u: heyyy lovelies, whose house are we meeting?
Fatima: mine!!!
Ummusalma: no mine!!!
Asma'u: mine, mine, mine mteeeewww😹, we hanging out at zaynab's I need to see Akram and Amira.
Zaynab: thank you my sister, my daughter, can't wait to see you guyss.
Fatima: next at my house though.
Asma'u: not your house your parents.
Fatima: who ask you
Asma'u: I asked myself mumu
The girl in the hoodie who happens to be zaynab sighed, they are gonna start bickering like children now, she thought.
Ummusalma: Don't start please.
Asma'u:🥴 byee I got a mafia novel to finish reading.
Ummusalma: same baby girl.
Fatima: going out with with my brother byeeeeeeee.
Zaynab: going downstairs to meet the rest of the family.
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She descended down the two way staircase with a smile on her face, she can hear loud chatters from the main living room as she made her way towards the kitchen. Unlike her small kitchen in her apartment the one downstairs is large, it can contain at least thirty people at the same time to work together without squeezing each other.
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Perfectly Matched(ON HOLD)
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