The afternoon sun had ascended, casting shadows behind every object the rays could touch, shining in it's mesmerizing brilliance. Basma sat on the hacienda sit facing the dressing mirror tied her tuban attractively with a simple and beautiful makeup 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 he would call" she cat walked to her bedside and lol and behold it's Usman that annoying stalker. She quickly threw her phone as it almost crashed on the floor but it's 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 sparking 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 your self 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 sof, fairs 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's has to do 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 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 old days baby bag! Look at how big it's looks. Wait how do you feel comfortable carrying it around your arm?" Basma Said stiffing a mockery laughter that sadee hated so much
"You really don't have work today? Am not in the mood to answer your riddles!" Sadee shrugged
"Whatever " Basma continued 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 for that matter! In this Ramadan ? Don't forget you're fasting" Sadee warned
"Toh su uwata ! Mallama Sadiya. Am on! On my period!!"She eyed sadee rolling a chewing gum around her tongue
"Allah ya shirye ki" Sadee
"Ameen kema haka" Basma whined her hips 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 black heels
"Matar Daddy now, i dont 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 tracks as a huge pang pf hatred flashed to her memory, her heart bleeds badly whenever she set her eyes on Zubie that little girl that was leaving with them ten years ago! That's so called Daddy's cousin that subsequently turned her self to Hajia Zubaida Bafari in a twinkle of an eye with the help pf those annoying people, Devils apprentice!(in her voice) called daddy's relatives and the memory of 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 ! Oh no!! Basma despised zubie alot and hâtes her so much, whenever they meet it's one trouble or the other. She said she was too small to rub shoulders with her mother but Zubie would have to face her not her mother
