He was following behind her, while she walked ahead angrily, shouting. She threatened, “I’ll leave your house!” He replied, “Go ahead and leave! I’ve had enough of you. I even want you to leave.”
They both stormed into the bedroom, still exchanging harsh words. She opened one of her boxes, unlocked her wardrobe, and began packing her belongings.
He grabbed a wrapper from her hand and shouted, “This isn’t yours! I bought this for you when you first came here. You didn’t even bring decent clothes when you moved in!”
She responded, “So you’re saying this old Atampa cloth is mine?”
He pulled it out and threw it at her. She picked up another fabric, and he shouted again, “Drop that one too! You didn’t bring it either. I had it sewn for you last year.”
She dropped it and only packed the two outfits she originally brought.
Then she went for her shoes and took a pair of white flats. He said, “Leave those too. I bought them!”
She replied, “Oh, I forgot. You bought them, right?”
He said, “Exactly. But you, Farooq, have no decency.”
Farooq responded, “I’ve heard enough.”
She angrily dragged her box and was heading out. He taunted, “Even that box, I bought it out of respect for you. But I swear, from now on, you’ll pack your things in a plastic bag!”
Aisha shouted, “Stay away from me! I don’t need your help.”
He said sarcastically, “Oh dear girl, may God protect me from helping someone like you. I swear, I’ve locked my door, and don’t ever say you’ll come back. From today, you’re never returning to this house.”
Aisha retorted, “And what will I come back to in this useless house of yours?”
A Mother's Visit Interrupts the Fight
In the living room, she paused and looked around. She still loved the house and didn't want to leave.
Farooq barked, “Go on! I’m waiting for you to leave.”
She replied, “Don’t touch my bag or act like you're helping me. I don’t need your help.”
He shouted back, “God forbid I help you! Stop staring at my house and get going! This house wasn’t built with your brother’s money. My brother bought it for me! Get out—I don’t want to see you!”
Still reluctant, she kept looking around, but just then—a knock on the door startled them.
They exchanged nervous glances.
Then they heard Farooq’s mother’s voice: “Is anyone home?”
Farooq quickly shouted, “Yes, we’re here!”
He rushed, grabbed Aisha’s box, and whispered, “Go back inside! It’s Umma (mother)!”
Aisha quickly took her box and dashed to the bedroom.
Farooq respectfully opened the door, greeted his mother, and welcomed her warmly.
She smiled and asked, “Farooq, where’s your wife? The house is so quiet.”
Farooq responded, “She’s around, just finished some chores. She’s a blessing—so hardworking.”
Umma said, “You’re lucky, unlike your brother. And you both are living in peace.”
Farooq called Aisha, and she came out wearing a big hijab and greeted Umma.
She said, “Let me bring you water.”
Umma declined, “No need, I’m leaving soon. I just want to say, may you two continue to live in peace. Everyone knows you’re trying.”
Farooq added, “What’s the use of a couple always fighting? There’s no benefit.”
Aisha agreed, “That’s why we understand each other. We don’t even argue or quarrel.”
Farooq said, “Umma, we don’t even believe couples fight—we only hear such things from neighbors.”
Umma blessed them and left. As soon as she did, they glared at each other.
The Conflict Escalates Again
Farooq said angrily, “Stop looking at me, you disrespectful woman!”
Aisha replied, “I’m leaving for my father’s house!”
Farooq snapped, “You're not going anywhere! I paid your bride price. Your family was after my money—since I proposed, they kept begging for more. Even your dowry was expensive! You were scared when I first told you. You even lied that you were a virgin! But when I entered you, it was like falling into a well—there was nothing there!”
He continued, “You claimed to be a virgin, yet I accepted you. That’s why you’re not going anywhere. You’re staying in this house.”
Aisha burst into tears and shouted, “Farooq, I swear, God will judge you! You dare say I’m not a virgin? God is watching you!”
She wept bitterly.
Farooq hissed and went to the living room. “You’re not going anywhere! Stupid woman!”
Affan the Noisy Neighbor
Knock! Knock! Knock! She heard loud banging on her door.
She was drinking soda with loud music playing.
When she opened the door, a handsome young man, freshly showered and dressed in a white jean and sky-blue shirt, stood there angrily.
He yelled, “Madam! You’re too noisy. Are you the only one in this house?”
She replied sharply, “Hey! I pay rent here. You don’t! You only know how to bathe—you don’t have a single dime!”
Hearing her expose him, he fell silent and walked away ashamed.
She mocked him, and he went back inside, checking himself out in the mirror and saying, “I really look good today.”
He spent a long time admiring himself before stepping out again.
At the Gate: Affan’s Rude Behavior
As she tried to leave in her beautiful car, he walked past without even looking.
She rolled down the glass and politely said, “Please, Affan, help me open the gate.”
He stared at her with contempt and said, “I’m not your mate. Just because you own that trashy car, you think you’re special? That’s not even a car!”
He started hitting her car with his hand.
She yelled, “Stop insulting my car! It’s a nice car!”
He hissed and said, “You’re lucky I have an appointment. Otherwise, I’d show you.”
He arrogantly walked away.
She muttered, “You always say you have appointments, but you never achieve anything.”
She rolled her eyes, opened the gate herself, and left for work.
Affan's Fake Life and Financial Struggles
Affan went to his friend Mustapha’s house—who worked at the Ministry of Environment.
Affan didn’t have a job and couldn’t pay rent.
In Mustapha’s living room, Mustapha asked, “Why are you here? I know there must be a reason.”
Affan begged, “Please lend me 5,000 Naira. I don’t have money for food.”
Mustapha hesitated but gave him 3,000 Naira, saying, “Pay me back. You already owe me a lot.”
Affan happily thanked him and promised repayment.
Fake Prophet Tricks Affan
On returning home, Affan was stopped by a man in traditional attire.
The man said, “Innalillahi wa innailaihirraji’un! Trouble is coming your way.”
He claimed Affan’s enemies would steal his car and his relatives were planning spiritual harm.
Affan, who didn’t even own a car, played along.
He asked, “What should I do?”
The so-called Mallam said, “Bring 100,000 Naira so I can do strong spiritual work.”
Affan lied, “Give me your address, I’ll bring it later.”
The Mallam gave him the address.
Raudat and Landlady Gossip About Affan
Meanwhile, Raudat drove into the compound and met Landlady Hajiya Mairo.
They gossiped about Affan.
Raudat asked, “Has that guy paid rent?”
Mairo replied, “Nope. All he does is bathe. I’m tired of him. I’ll evict him soon.”
Raudat said, “What’s the point of him? He can’t even gather 50k let alone 200k.”
Affan then walked past them freshly showered and dressed in luxury—without greeting them.
They were amazed by his pride despite having no job or money.
Affan Scams a Store and the Fake Mallam
Affan went to a nearby store pretending to travel to Abuja for business.
He showed his fake ATM card and asked to collect groceries on credit.
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Aisha and Farooq’s Heated Argument
He was following behind her, while she walked ahead angrily, shouting. She threatened, “I’ll leave your house!” He replied, “Go ahead and leave! I’ve had enough of you. I even want you to leave.”
They both stormed into the bedroom, still exchanging harsh words. She opened one of her boxes, unlocked her wardrobe, and began packing her belongings.
He grabbed a wrapper from her hand and shouted, “This isn’t yours! I bought this for you when you first came here. You didn’t even bring decent clothes when you moved in!”
She responded, “So you’re saying this old Atampa cloth is mine?”
He pulled it out and threw it at her. She picked up another fabric, and he shouted again, “Drop that one too! You didn’t bring it either. I had it sewn for you last year.”
She dropped it and only packed the two outfits she originally brought.
Then she went for her shoes and took a pair of white flats. He said, “Leave those too. I bought them!”
She replied, “Oh, I forgot. You bought them, right?”
He said, “Exactly. But you, Farooq, have no decency.”
Farooq responded, “I’ve heard enough.”
She angrily dragged her box and was heading out. He taunted, “Even that box, I bought it out of respect for you. But I swear, from now on, you’ll pack your things in a plastic bag!”
Aisha shouted, “Stay away from me! I don’t need your help.”
He said sarcastically, “Oh dear girl, may God protect me from helping someone like you. I swear, I’ve locked my door, and don’t ever say you’ll come back. From today, you’re never returning to this house.”
Aisha retorted, “And what will I come back to in this useless house of yours?”
A Mother's Visit Interrupts the Fight
In the living room, she paused and looked around. She still loved the house and didn't want to leave.
Farooq barked, “Go on! I’m waiting for you to leave.”
She replied, “Don’t touch my bag or act like you're helping me. I don’t need your help.”
He shouted back, “God forbid I help you! Stop staring at my house and get going! This house wasn’t built with your brother’s money. My brother bought it for me! Get out—I don’t want to see you!”
Still reluctant, she kept looking around, but just then—a knock on the door startled them.
They exchanged nervous glances.
Then they heard Farooq’s mother’s voice: “Is anyone home?”
Farooq quickly shouted, “Yes, we’re here!”
He rushed, grabbed Aisha’s box, and whispered, “Go back inside! It’s Umma (mother)!”
Aisha quickly took her box and dashed to the bedroom.
Farooq respectfully opened the door, greeted his mother, and welcomed her warmly.
She smiled and asked, “Farooq, where’s your wife? The house is so quiet.”
Farooq responded, “She’s around, just finished some chores. She’s a blessing—so hardworking.”
Umma said, “You’re lucky, unlike your brother. And you both are living in peace.”
Farooq called Aisha, and she came out wearing a big hijab and greeted Umma.
She said, “Let me bring you water.”
Umma declined, “No need, I’m leaving soon. I just want to say, may you two continue to live in peace. Everyone knows you’re trying.”
Farooq added, “What’s the use of a couple always fighting? There’s no benefit.”
Aisha agreed, “That’s why we understand each other. We don’t even argue or quarrel.”
Farooq said, “Umma, we don’t even believe couples fight—we only hear such things from neighbors.”
Umma blessed them and left. As soon as she did, they glared at each other.
The Conflict Escalates Again
Farooq said angrily, “Stop looking at me, you disrespectful woman!”
Aisha replied, “I’m leaving for my father’s house!”
Farooq snapped, “You're not going anywhere! I paid your bride price. Your family was after my money—since I proposed, they kept begging for more. Even your dowry was expensive! You were scared when I first told you. You even lied that you were a virgin! But when I entered you, it was like falling into a well—there was nothing there!”
He continued, “You claimed to be a virgin, yet I accepted you. That’s why you’re not going anywhere. You’re staying in this house.”
Aisha burst into tears and shouted, “Farooq, I swear, God will judge you! You dare say I’m not a virgin? God is watching you!”
She wept bitterly.
Farooq hissed and went to the living room. “You’re not going anywhere! Stupid woman!”
Affan the Noisy Neighbor
Knock! Knock! Knock! She heard loud banging on her door.
She was drinking soda with loud music playing.
When she opened the door, a handsome young man, freshly showered and dressed in a white jean and sky-blue shirt, stood there angrily.
He yelled, “Madam! You’re too noisy. Are you the only one in this house?”
She replied sharply, “Hey! I pay rent here. You don’t! You only know how to bathe—you don’t have a single dime!”
Hearing her expose him, he fell silent and walked away ashamed.
She mocked him, and he went back inside, checking himself out in the mirror and saying, “I really look good today.”
He spent a long time admiring himself before stepping out again.
At the Gate: Affan’s Rude Behavior
As she tried to leave in her beautiful car, he walked past without even looking.
She rolled down the glass and politely said, “Please, Affan, help me open the gate.”
He stared at her with contempt and said, “I’m not your mate. Just because you own that trashy car, you think you’re special? That’s not even a car!”
He started hitting her car with his hand.
She yelled, “Stop insulting my car! It’s a nice car!”
He hissed and said, “You’re lucky I have an appointment. Otherwise, I’d show you.”
He arrogantly walked away.
She muttered, “You always say you have appointments, but you never achieve anything.”
She rolled her eyes, opened the gate herself, and left for work.
Affan's Fake Life and Financial Struggles
Affan went to his friend Mustapha’s house—who worked at the Ministry of Environment.
Affan didn’t have a job and couldn’t pay rent.
In Mustapha’s living room, Mustapha asked, “Why are you here? I know there must be a reason.”
Affan begged, “Please lend me 5,000 Naira. I don’t have money for food.”
Mustapha hesitated but gave him 3,000 Naira, saying, “Pay me back. You already owe me a lot.”
Affan happily thanked him and promised repayment.
Fake Prophet Tricks Affan
On returning home, Affan was stopped by a man in traditional attire.
The man said, “Innalillahi wa innailaihirraji’un! Trouble is coming your way.”
He claimed Affan’s enemies would steal his car and his relatives were planning spiritual harm.
Affan, who didn’t even own a car, played along.
He asked, “What should I do?”
The so-called Mallam said, “Bring 100,000 Naira so I can do strong spiritual work.”
Affan lied, “Give me your address, I’ll bring it later.”
The Mallam gave him the address.
Raudat and Landlady Gossip About Affan
Meanwhile, Raudat drove into the compound and met Landlady Hajiya Mairo.
They gossiped about Affan.
Raudat asked, “Has that guy paid rent?”
Mairo replied, “Nope. All he does is bathe. I’m tired of him. I’ll evict him soon.”
Raudat said, “What’s the point of him? He can’t even gather 50k let alone 200k.”
Affan then walked past them freshly showered and dressed in luxury—without greeting them.
They were amazed by his pride despite having no job or money.
Affan Scams a Store and the Fake Mallam
Affan went to a nearby store pretending to travel to Abuja for business.
He showed his fake ATM card and asked to collect groceries on credit.
The shopkeeper, fooled by his appearance, agreed.
Affan picked expensive items—milk, Milo, tea, tomatoes, rice, beans, pasta, eggs.
After returning home and cooking a delicious meal, he went to the fake Mallam’s address.
Despite having no transport fare, he trekked to the house.
There, he lied again, saying, “Mallam, I need to travel urgently. Please lend me 50k. I’ll repay 200k.”
Excited by the prospect of profit, the Mallam quickly gave him the money.
Affan rushed out, paid his food debt in full, and even got some change.