Tasss, she gave her a resounding slap that could knock someone out instantly. Then the other woman with her also pushed her, causing her to fall on the tiles in the parlor. A petite woman, presumably a maid, rushed out from the kitchen, exclaiming, "Aunty, is everything alright? I heard a noise!" As she entered the parlor, she froze upon seeing the women there. They were panting, as they were used to coming and causing such scenes, sometimes even involving her in the beatings, leaving marks all over her body. Trembling, she knelt down and greeted them, "Good afternoon, Addah Surayya and Addah Sadeeya." The one called Addah Surayya, who had a scarf tied around her waist and another draped over her shoulders, glared at the maid and snapped, "Did we ask for your greeting, maid? I thought today you would meddle as usual and try to stop this fight with your hands that have touched her head." She pointed at the woman lying unconscious on the tiles. "This barren woman, who does nothing but eat and drink, filling the house with waste. May God punish the one who married her. Maybe her beauty and complexion deceived him, but for almost 20 years, she hasn't conceived. Every day, he hears the same complaints, and yet he can't do anything. They haven't given up hope..." Before she could finish, Addah Sadeeya interrupted, "Enough, Surayya. You're wasting your breath talking to the maid. Let's go; next time he comes, the beating will be worse." They left, and the maid didn't respond but closed the door and went back to the woman lying on the tiles, shaking her gently. "Aunty, aunty..." There was no response. She quickly went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and fetched a cold bottle of water, sprinkling it on the woman. By God's grace, the woman started sneezing, holding her head in pain as if it would explode. She prayed and then weakly said, "Haule, help me with the painkiller in the drawer by the TV." Haule quickly fetched it and brought her some room temperature water to take the medicine. After taking it, she said, "Haule, help me onto the couch, please." Just as she finished speaking, an elderly man entered, tall and handsome, with a pleasant smile as always. He had a small trolley in one hand and a bag in the other. Raising his voice slightly, he said, "Hajia Hafsat, I'm back. The trip couldn't happen today..." He stopped mid-sentence when he heard Haule, the maid, saying, "Welcome back, Abba," and saw his wife, Hafsat, lying on the couch with a swollen forehead and the parlor in disarray, indicating something had happened.