He was sitting on a chair, with students' papers in front of him, marking a C.A. test. The entire office was filled with the scent of his perfume, everything neatly arranged. He sighed as he looked up, and seeing him made me say, 'Wow, Masha Allah.' God created a masterpiece here, truly a handsome man. One look at him and you could tell he lived a life of comfort and peace. This is Aliyu, neither too fair nor too dark, with a well-groomed appearance, and he's Fulani. His hair was well-kept, jet black, and his beard was equally well-maintained. A young man of about 35 years, he possessed exceptional beauty and class. He stood up and opened the window in his office, calling out to a girl from SS3. She quickly came, knowing he was the one calling her, as he had no interest in any woman and would discipline any who approached him unnecessarily. Despite being new to the school, having been there for just two weeks, she came with an air of arrogance. Without looking at her, he spoke in English, asking her to call Hafsat Aminu from SS2B. She agreed and went to SS2B, where she told Hafsat that Sir Aliyu wanted to see her. Hafsat, who was sitting in the front seat doing her assignment, felt her heart skip a beat. With a trembling voice filled with fear, she said she was coming. After the SS3 girl left, Fatima, Hafsat's friend, asked if everything was okay and why he was calling her. Fearfully, Hafsat replied that she didn't know and hoped everything was fine, as he seemed quite strict. She then stood up, filled with anxiety, and headed to his office. She stood for three minutes before knocking, and when told to enter, she did so, clearly scared. After greeting, she stood there, her heart pounding. With a composed and authoritative demeanor, he looked up at her with a stern face. In his heart, he said 'Masha Allah' upon seeing her beauty, but outwardly he sighed deeply. Slowly, Hafsat raised her tear-filled eyes and said, 'Sir, please forgive me, I swear I didn't do anything wrong, please don't punish me.' He found her panic amusing but maintained his composure. He told her to shut up and pointed to a chair for her to sit. Without looking at her, he said he wanted to ask her something and wanted the truth. Surprised by his husky voice, she thought to herself that he could speak Hausa, as he had never spoken it in front of the students since he arrived at the school. Slowly, she said she would tell the truth, God willing. He looked at her paper and asked if she had written the answers herself or copied them from a book. Shocked, she replied that she had written them herself. Without looking at her, he said it was better for her to tell the truth because if he found out what he suspected, she wouldn't like the consequences.