Don't Tell Me Who To Love | ✓ (The Fulani Bride 3)

The Haunting Ground Is On...

Alhamdulillah! here we're again....

Alh. Gidado's heart skipped a beat as he came across the news of Beena's abduction, his eyes widening in shock as he stared at the image on the screen. It was her the same person he had been searching for all these years, the one whose disappearance had haunted him like a specter from the past.

"Maryama!" he called out, his voice trembling with disbelief as he beckoned his wife to his side. "Come, look at this."

Maman Nana hurried over, her brow furrowing in confusion as she glanced at the screen. "What is it, Alhaji?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"It's her," Alh. Gidado replied, his voice barely above a whisper as he pointed to the image of Beena on the screen. "It's my Boddo the girl we've been searching for all these years."

Maman Nana's eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight before her. "But... that's impossible," she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "How can that illiterate village girl become this... this person?"

Alh. Gidado shook his head, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But it's her I'm sure of it. And she's alive we have to find her at any cost."

Maman Nana's gaze softened as she reached out to comfort her husband, trying to manipulate her way as always. "Yes, we will find her," she vowed, her voice filled with hatred for Boddo. "No matter what it takes."

And as they stood there, Alh. Gidado's excitement bubbled over as he dialed Datti's number, his heart racing with anticipation. When his son answered, he couldn't contain the joy in his voice.

"Datti, my boy!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I have news incredible news! You won't believe it!"

Datti's voice crackled with curiosity on the other end of the line. "What is it, Dad?" he asked, his tone tinged with anticipation.

"It's Beena! No i mean Boddo" Alh. Gidado replied, his voice trembling with emotion. "I've found her she's alive!"

There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line as Datti processed his father's words. "Boddo?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Are you sure?"

Alh. Gidado nodded vigorously, even though Datti couldn't see him. "Yes, yes, I'm sure!" he exclaimed, his excitement building with each passing moment. "I saw her picture in the news she's exactly the same person we've been searching for all these years. We have to find her, Datti we have to bring her home!"

But as Alh. Gidado ended the call, a shadow of doubt crossed Maman Nana's face. "Are you sure about this, Alhaji?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "It's too soon to jump to conclusions. We don't even know if she's really Boddo."

Alh. Gidado's smile faltered slightly at his wife's words, but he quickly regained his composure. "I know it seems too good to be true, Maryama," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I have a feeling a gut feeling that this is her. And if it is, then we have to act fast."

Maman Nana's brow furrowed in worry as she watched her husband, her heart heavy with concern. "But what if it's not her?" she pressed, her voice filled with apprehension. "What if we're wrong?"

Alh. Gidado reached out to take her hand, his eyes filled with determination. "Then we'll keep searching," he vowed, his voice firm. "But for now, let's focus on finding out the truth. And if it is my daughter Boddo, then we'll do whatever it takes to bring her back to us no matter the cost."