In extreme fatigue and thirst, I was walking with the sole aim of reaching home, taking a shower, and resting. My heart skipped a beat when I remembered that troublesome boy, Khalid, was in town. I knew he wouldn't let me have peace at home. Just as I was about to enter our street, Alhaji Nura's car was trying to exit. I stepped aside to let him pass, but he parked and got out. We exchanged greetings, and he reminded me of our agreement. I assured him I would start his work soon and promised to inform him of my decision. He suggested I work on Thursdays and Fridays when the children are not in Islamic school. I agreed to consider it and left, refusing the money he offered me.
As I approached our house, I saw Khalid leaning against the door, dressed in tight clothes that showed off his physique. My heart sank. Whenever I saw him like that, I felt uneasy. I sternly told him to let me pass, but he blocked my way, asking why I was with Alhaji. I angrily told him it was none of his business and pushed past him. He grabbed my hand, pleading with me to stop seeing Alhaji, claiming he loved me and that I had no other suitor but him. I was shocked and entered the house, feeling upset.
Inside, I greeted Ummatu, who responded indifferently. I found my grandmother, Gwaggo, grinding grains. She accused me of wandering around and not trusting my job. I was hurt and asked if she thought I was engaging in prostitution. She denied it but continued to express her distrust. I decided to pack my things and leave for my mother's house, but Gwaggo insisted I stay and find a husband. She threatened to tell my uncle about my behavior. Ignoring her, I left the room with my belongings, tired of her constant nagging.
