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

Kamal In Action...

           Alhamdulillah! We have another epi today.... let's dive in..🤩

As the clock struck 8 PM, the atmosphere inside Alh. Sabo's house was heavy with worry and tension. Bahiyya's disappearance had cast a shadow over the entire household, leaving everyone on edge.

Alh. Sabo paced back and forth in the living room, his brow furrowed with concern. He had been making frantic calls and sending out messages, desperately trying to locate his missing daughter. The fear gnawed at his insides, a relentless reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over them.

Haj. Hadiza sat on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap as she struggled to hold back tears. She couldn't bear the thought of her beloved daughter being out there somewhere, alone and in danger.

Alh. Sabo retreated to the solace of his room, leaving his wife and some family and house workers at the sitting room. His heart heavy with worry as he dialed Mj's number. After a few rings, Mj picked up, his voice filled with concern.

"Assalamu Alaikum?" Mj answered, his tone wary.

"Mj, it's me," Alh. Sabo said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I need to talk to you about something urgent."

Mj's brows furrowed as he listened intently, sensing the urgency in his friend's voice. "Of course, Its you Sabo. What's going on? The way youre sounding, hope its well?" he asked, his concern growing.

Alh. Sabo took a deep breath, steeling himself for the difficult conversation ahead. "It's Bahiyya," he began, his voice catching in his throat. "She's gone missing. I don't know where she is, and I'm starting to fear the worst."

Mj's gasp of shock echoed through the phone, his mind racing with worry. "Oh my Allah," he exclaimed, his voice laced with fear. "How could this happen? Did something happen to her at work?"

Alh. Sabo shook his head, his thoughts drifting to the dark possibilities that haunted his mind. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice strained with anguish. "But I can't shake this feeling that something terrible has happened."

Mj's heart sank as he heard the desperation in his friend's voice, his mind racing with thoughts of them abducting somebodys daughter before. "Sabo, we have to find her," he insisted, his voice firm with determination. "We can't afford to lose our own daughter."

Im afraid about what we did, we kidnapped Alh.Gidados daughter what if..

please, lets not think about such no one knows about what we did. I believe she must be out somewhere to have fun, you know these children. And I will ask Kareema if she know something you know theyre always together. Mj said, trying to comfort his friend.

okay, I will continue searching. I have already involve the police. He admitted, his voice laced with fear.

As they spoke, unknownt to them, Haj. Hadiza stood outside the door, her heart pounding with dread as she overheard their conversation. The blood drained from her face as she realized the severity of the situation, her mind reeling with fear for her daughter's safety.

But she remained silent, her presence unnoticed as Alh. Sabo and Mj continued their conversation, each word a testament to the bond of friendship that bound them together in their time of need. And as they vowed to find Bahiyya and bring her home, she prayed silently for her daughter's safe return, her heart heavy with worry and fear.

Kamal Guest House

Bahiyya sat on the edge of the bed, completely engrossed in her favorite TV series, the sound of laughter from the screen filling the room. As the door creaked open, she glanced up to see Kamal enter, a look of surprise crossing his face.