LOVE IN MY WORLD

Chapter two

Chapter 2:

"Mama ga clipper set baba yace a taho mai dashi?" (Mama, here's a clipper set Dad said we should help him grab it.) I said, walking towards Mama, who was busy adding stuff to her trolley without checking the prices.

I chuckled inwardly, just thinking about the drama that was about to happen at the cashier's. I knew it would definitely happen if it was Mama.

"I hope he gave you the money for it," Mom said, not looking up from her shopping.

"No," I replied.

"No?!" Mama exclaimed, now completely focused on me.

"Oh, Mama, he said his card is with you," I chuckled. Mama put on a realization face.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. He handed it to me yesterday when I told him I was going shopping today. Sorry, I almost forgot," Mama said with a chuckle, moving her trolley to the next side of the mall.

"Mama, I saw the abayas you showed me yesterday; they have them here in different colors," Afra added, walking down from the stairs of the mall with a wide grin on her lips. I had totally forgotten we came together; she had run to the stairs as soon as we entered.

"Dagaske? Tohm muje in gansu" (For sure, let's go check them out), Mom said, keeping her trolley by the cashier.

"Are you going?" Mom asked, noticing I hadn't moved.

"A'a, Mama kuje dai zan Jira" (No, Mom, you should just go; I'll wait for you guys here), I said tiredly. I was already getting exhausted, which was why I didn't like going shopping with Mama or Afra; they made sure what you pictured after the long shopping was only sleep.

I sat on a chair next to the cashier to wait for them, knowing it would take a while.

I'm Sultan Salam, by the way, a.k.a. Double SS – tall, caramel in complexion, dark-shiny beard, a slight touch of pink lips, dark full brows, lashes, and plain white eyes, giving you a handsome guy in a word. I'm a hairy man, but I make sure I trim and give myself a pleasant look, yeah, gotta maintain steeze, right?

Afra is my little sister, whom I'm five years older than. She's naughty.

Mama is a very fashionable woman, and that's why you can't separate Mama and shopping; they're like 5 & 6. She's average in height, slightly thin, always maintaining her fitness, saying Dad might add another wife. Lol.

Afra is just a petite lady; she took after our grandma, my cute little sis.

"Ya Sultan wai bacci kakeyi, in kuma aka dauke mana kaya fa?" (Ya Sultan, are you sleeping? What if our stuff gets missing?) Afra said, jolting me out of my trance. She walked towards the trolley with another by her right hand, filled with abayas and hijabs.

I wasn't sleeping; I just shut my eyes.

I stood up to help load the items onto the cashier's counter.

"Well, ma, in total, it's 700,000," the cashier, a young lady in her mid-twenties, said after typing on her computer.

"Seven what?" Mama asked, raising a brow, as if she hadn't heard what the lady said – which I knew she clearly did. This was the drama I had predicted.

"Sorry, ma'am, but that's the price in total," she said.

"Well, I want a discount," Mama rolled her eyes.

"Ma, everything here has a fixed price, or maybe you haven't seen them?" the lady said, trying to sound polite and respectful, which wasn't really working.

"Mama ko za'a rage kayan ne kawai tunda sunki ragewa?, kuma gaskiya everything has its price tag," I said.

"No, we aren't dropping a thing; everything here is important," Mom said, handing over the card from her bag. She eyed the cashier a little.

Everything was loaded into the booth by the securities, and I slid into the driver's seat. Afra entered the front seat while Mama sat at the back of the Range Rover, of course, she's the Hajiya. We drove off.

Hmmmmm , so there's Sultan, oh alright😂

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