| Life of a fraudster | ✔

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The reason my youngest siblings didn't come back was because they were fighting over it. I was there earlier to separate them from killing each other.

They are presently at school and Abdallah is at work,  a shipment has arrived and he has to be there. Hadiza is about to enroll in the university in Turkey but she's at home.

I wore my most comfy clothes which is my shorts and a half vest, I miss this. I was chatting with a few friends of mine while I watched Men in black II. I thought that I wouldn't like the movie since the second person is a woman but it is quite interesting.

I was eating my delicious pancake with whipped cream. What can possibly go wrong?

I sat down enjoying every single moment when Hadiza came in with a nervous smile across her face. I knew it wasn't good so I tried to ignore her.

"Ya Anisah?" She says when I turn to look at her and she smiled widely. "Well, you see.......".
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I turn off the car and removed my seat belt. "Stay in the car." I say to her as she nods weakly. I got out of the car and slammed the door.

How can she interrupt me while I was having my IT time? She didn't feel like saying that there are no groceries earlier. I walked inside the supermarket and took a cart.

I walked through the rows of cabinets full of food, teas, ingredients and many more. I took two more cylinders of whipped cream.

It is the perfect ingredient for most deserts. I went back to the vegetable area and picked up the rest. My cart was full, time to go. I thought before my head snapped to Maman Zainab's bread shop.

I need to get some bread then I can greet her. I walk to the cashier with my full cart. The dark skinned woman with a piercing on her nose named Rose, scanned my groceries.

I bring out my phone so Hadiza could help me take this first. I dial her number and patiently waited. "Hello?" She says. "Come pick up the groceries, I have to get back to get more stuff." I say. "Okay, I'm on my way." She says before she hung up.

"That is 20k, ma." She says while she chewed gum, making sounds. "Okay, do you take credit cards?" I ask and she nodded. She slid the card in the machine before handing it over to press my pin.

I pressed it and she started putting the items in the bag. I looked at the doorway as Hadiza walked in. "What am I going to take?" She says looking at it.

"All of it with the help of one of those people." I say pointing to the guys that sat at the doorway. She nods before taking some of it.

I head to the shop. I saw Maman Zainab placing more stools in front of the table. Maybe she is selling some other stuff. I tap the table multiple times when Maman Zainab looks at me. "Anisah!" She says and she hugs me.

"Yes,  Maman Zainab. How's the business? It has been long." I say smiling widely. Maman Zainab is like my second mother because when we had no where to sleep, food to eat and I didn't have a job, she gave that to us.

I worked at this stall before with her daughter, Zainab. "It has. How is Abdallah, Hadiza, Khadija and Salis?" She asks with her hands on her waist.

"They are fine, but you know how they grow up. I'd like the whole basket." I say sitting on the stool, looking around. "Okay, so you look good. Where are you working?" She asks.

I couldn't tell her anything about this because she will get all stringed up. "Yeah, I'm working for the government, you know." I say picking a cupcake, taking a bite.

"Oh, which job?" She asks curiously. "Um, real estate." I lie without stuttering. "Okay, that's good." She says smiling weakly.

"What's wrong?" She took a basket, placing the breads. "I wish Zainab will be serious about her life too." She says with sadness all over her face.

Zainab has always been stubborn and wanted to live the best of both worlds. When we stayed with them, she always told me about her dreams of marrying a rich guy, fine kids, traveling, vacations and maybe the fame.

She was always the delusional type of girl and at that time,  I wouldn't dare tell her the truth. Maman Zainab helped me find a job, shelter and other necessities but she isn't our real mother or family.

Since her husband left them when Zainab was young, she pampered her.

Zainab even though her mom is not rich, she got whatever she wanted. I sometimes slept outside because she was angry at me. I couldn't fight or argue, my sibling were in the room.

If I hesitated, we would all be kicked out on the streets so I had to put up with it. I wonder how she ended up though.

I place my hand on hers. "She will get her things together and your hard work shall not be in vain." I say with a weak smile. I knew I am not sure about this at all but she just smiled back at me.

"I hope so." She says before she looks around. She muttered under her breath. "I'm sorry, this bread is sold out. There is another in the oven." She says nervously.

I look at the watch. It is 5:53pm and I don't like going back home late. "Um, I think I will just skip that bread for today." I say standing up. "Please wait, it will be done in 10 minutes, I'll be back."

Maman Zainab says then rushed to the kitchen at the back, not giving me a chance to speak. I sigh tiredly and sat back down. I might as well accompany myself.

I bring my phone out, on instagram when I saw a friend of mine married. I have been married to rich and famous guys but nothing to show. I wish I was her. I couldn't help but feel jealous.

"Excuse me." A man with a deep smooth voice says as I slowly look at him.

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