5:30 pm

Unguwar Kuntau Kano is a very clean neighborhood. One glance and you can tell it's an affluent area with a gentle breeze swaying the trees. The signs indicate that it could rain at any moment. I entered Abdulmajeed Ahmad Bajeedah Street, which seems to belong to an important person in the town or even the entire country.

There are many buildings, and you can tell it's an estate. I stood in front of a large gate with 'Bajeedah Estate' written in gold color on the wall. Inside the estate, everything was well-organized. I saw a young man kneeling and watering plants, and an elderly man sitting on a bench with a teapot in front of him. They heard a loud horn and quickly got up, knowing it was Alhaji Khalil, who had returned and would be upset if they didn't open the gate quickly. A gray Benz approached, and they hurried to open the gate. The estate is large, with about twenty cars parked inside.

A woman stepped out of the car, wearing pink heels and an anklet. Her feet were beautifully adorned with henna. She wore a pink free-size top and blue jeans that highlighted her figure. Her hair was long and natural, reaching her back, covered with a small blue veil. The car was playing loud music, like in an American club. She had fair skin, almost yellow, and looked very well-kept. She wore a gold necklace that sparkled, and her eyes were large and bright. Her eyebrows were almost connected, and her small, attractive lips were painted pink.

Her fragrance filled the air as she walked, carrying a blue Christian Dior handbag. You wouldn't guess she was Hausa or Muslim; she looked more like a Turkish Arab. She walked with confidence, holding her iPhone 15. She closed the car door and said, 'Hey,' to the man watering the plants.

The man nervously knelt and said, 'I'm here.' She frowned and handed him the car keys. He understood her intention and took the keys. Her phone rang, and she saw it was Uncle Khalil calling. She quickly answered, 'Hello, Uncle, I'm back.'

With a sigh of relief, he said, 'RAMLAT, RAMLAT, RAMLAT, this is not like Cambridge where you can roam around freely. You didn't even take a bodyguard with you. Please, my dear, listen to me. I'm on the sixth floor; come meet me there.'

She pouted and said, 'Okay, Uncle, I understand. It's not like that old woman told me to do anything.'