The next day, he woke up early and got dressed in very beautiful and elegant black clothes. Holding a small bag, he walked with confidence and grace, as if it was second nature to him. Security followed him, and three cars formed a convoy as they traveled to a large and impressive company. Upon arrival, he opened the car door and headed to the fifth floor where his office was located. He entered the office, which was very beautiful, and sat down, removing his outer garment. Sitting in his office, he picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers, not more than five. "Send me Suhail," he said, putting down the phone. He looked up, and it was clear he was an elderly man, around 60 years old, with white hair tied with a small ribbon. There was a knock on the door, and he quickly stood up to hug the person who entered. He seated the visitor himself and then sat down. He looked at Suhail, whose eyes were always half-closed, a habit of his that made him look sleepy. Suhail was very handsome and stylish, often referred to as a 'classic aje'butter.' He had pink lips and brown eyes, with hair that reached his back. The elderly man handed Suhail a document, knowing it was unlikely Suhail would agree to what was written. Suhail read the document thoroughly before looking up at his father. "Dad, do I really have to go to that place? I don't know anyone there, and I've never been there. Why, Dad?" His father, at a loss for words, approached and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, son, but you need to go and manage the company in Nigeria. I don't want what happened before to happen again." "Alright, Dad, I understand and agree to go if it will make you happy." His father smiled broadly and hugged him again. "Thank you, my son, thank you." "Never mind, Dad," Suhail said as he left the office. He didn't really want to go anywhere but agreed for his father's happiness.

"Ayrah, Ayrah," Mama called out, standing at the door. Ayrah came out, pouting as if she was being forced. She was dressed in a maroon outfit with green leaf patterns. "I'm going out, I won't be long, okay?" "Okay, Mama, may God protect you," Ayrah replied, going back into the room. Mama smiled and left, walking a long distance to Alhaji Hadi's house, which was far from their neighborhood. She went to Hajiya's part of the house, where she was warmly welcomed. Hajiya was a very kind and generous woman who always showed compassion towards Ayrah and her family, often providing them with food.

"Maman Ayrah, the reason I called you is because I heard some good news and wanted to share it with you, hoping it might be beneficial," Hajiya said, smiling. "Earlier, Alhaji told me that the company he works for is hiring. I was very happy to hear this and told him that, God willing, I would inform you so we could get Ayrah a job there. What do you think?" Mama was overwhelmed with joy and didn't know what to say, just smiling. This was indeed a moment of happiness for them. "Thank you so much. You are truly special and always looking out for us. Thank you," Mama said, tearing up. "Oh, Aminatu, why are you crying? Just because I did something for Ayrah doesn't mean you need to thank me. Remember, Ayrah is like a daughter to me." "That's true, Hajiya. Ayrah is indeed your daughter."