Two weeks later...
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"Assalamu alaikum, is anybody home?" someone called from outside.
I wondered who could be visiting at this time of day. I was so comfortable sitting where I was that I hesitated to get up. Zain and Harri were at school, and Momma was out furniture shopping with Hajiya Mairo(yes, she's back).
Reluctantly, I dragged myself to the door.
"Who is it?" I asked as I opened the door. I was met by a cute girl around Harri's age. She had a fairly rounded figure and was dressed in a high-waisted print skirt, paired with a crop top and a big, fluffy scarf neatly tied around her head, exposing her beautiful frontal hair.
"Assalamu alaiki , sister. I'm Zuhra, a cousin to your husband-to-be," she said with a giggle.
I was taken aback. Nobody had informed me that someone was coming to visit. I was dressed in a camo sweat pant and a white crop top with my hair down. I must have looked unkempt.
"Oh , please come in," I invited her in.She entered with about eight bags. I rushed to the kitchen, made her an Oreo shake, and cut a slice of the leftover velvet cake I made in the morning. I carried them on a tray and went back to the living area after fixing my messy hair.
"Let me help you with that. Uncle N's wife, you're so beautiful, Masha Allah. He is lucky to have you," Zuhra complimented, and I blushed, wondering how I could look beautiful in my current state. Nevertheless, I was glowing from Hajiya Mario's concussions.
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