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43: WOOLGATHERING

And we have Zayd next chapter if I'm satisfied with the comment. Au revoir🙃

ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

The atmosphere in the car was tensed and awkward as Teems drove her way to the next location they are supposed to go to for her wedding dress. None of them could bring themselves to talk about what's happened back in that mall, their mouths are shut afraid something might trigger Layla again into another rough mood. Besides, they don't know what to talk about regarding the matter. Layla's past days.

Layla watched the scenario outside with depleted eyes while thinking about all Hama had told her inside her office. The truth in her eyes, love and care she's seen in there was earnest but she cannot bring herself to agree with all she's said even with the proofs. She sent her to a psychiatry just because she's stopped talking for a month! What the fuck was an eight year old supposed to do in there with no one familiar to go about her day?

"How are you related to her?" Layla blurted out in the quiet car, her eyes still fixed on the tinted window by her right side.

Teems knew the question was directed to her so she looked through the rare view mirror then answered. "She is grandma Zee's younger sister. So yeah, my grand aunt."

She wanted to leave it at that but there are still more questions inside her. "What is she doing in that place? Thought she studied law or something?"

"She owns the place." Teems gave a shrug as though it was no big deal owning an entire shopping mall. "I think she studied law but she isn't working on it, she's given up. She said she is more into fashion than law hence. . ."

"Is she married or does she have any kid?" She is starting to act like a journalist or an interrogator now but she doesn't care. She desperately needs answers to her questions, to make her situation better.

"No, she refused to marry for reason no one knows and have no kid too." Lana and Teems gave each other discreet glances as if asking what the hell is up with her but didn't voice out anything.

Layla was quiet for a while, thinking about the answers given to her by Teems right now. She studied law when she came to Canada all those years ago but she is now a traditional fashion designer? After spending many years studying something only for her to dump it not because she isn't smart to go through with it but because she is not feeling it? That is how these wealthy folks live their lives, they always have other options.

She is Zaitun Muhammad Shema's younger sister, huh? That is why they both are into fashion and they are really good at what they do. Perhaps that is in the blood.

"You guys seem pretty close but I've never seen her in your home, not even once or a glimpse." She hauled another question in form of sentence, Teems is wise enough to know what she wants to find out with that.

"She is not a people's person. You hardly ever see her if you are not going to visit her at her work place. Even in her home, you don't get to see her much because she prefer to change locations every now and then. She's got many houses here in Adamawa and a few more all around Nigeria so whenever she feels like leaving, she just go ahead and disappear without telling anyone. She loves her space." Teems drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, her eyes fixed on the road.

Layla scoffed, how nice of her to pretend not to like people now after all she's done before.

"And her parents allow her to be whatever she wants to be? I thought Nigerian parents aren't like that." She doesn't care now that her voice is deep with vehement curiosity, she is going to get answers wherever.