That woman, who could be estimated to be about thirty-five years old, stood in the parlor pacing back and forth, her hand holding her phone, which today she considered her enemy because today it had become the messenger that brought her the news she called "black news." Her phone was usually her companion, but today it wasn't the case, because she had seen something terrible in it. The Hausas say "the story of the heart should be asked from the face" - just by looking at her face, you could tell she was in an unpleasant state of distress. In her heart, she felt as if her heart was being roasted because of the heat her chest was causing her.She looked again at her phone's clock which showed half past nine, and it seemed as if time wasn't moving because of how anxiously she was waiting for her husband to return home. The calls she had made to him were countless, but he wasn't picking up.She watched again the video that had shattered her mind since she opened it today. It was definitely him - her husband Abdul'aziz, whom she felt she couldn't live without. There he was, sitting close to another woman, a young girl no more than four years older than her younger sister, making a video at a restaurant full of joy. When she saw how the girl was leaning on him, she felt her heart would burst, but she couldn't stop watching. From the time it was sent to her until now, she had watched it countless times.At ten minutes past ten, she heard the sound of his car. Usually, she would go and open the door for him, but today she felt she couldn't do that. He honked his horn until he got tired, then came out, used his key to open the gate and entered, then opened the gate to bring in the car, returned and closed it, thinking to himself that Hafsa must be sleeping.He entered the room with a song on his lips, saying "Let life have what it wants, let the heart have what it wants..."Seeing Hafsa standing in the parlor, he stopped abruptly. With surprise, he said "Mama Afna, are you well?"Hafsa made some gesture but couldn't say anything.Abdul said "Hafsa, are you alright? I thought you were sleeping since you didn't come to open the door for me. What are you doing standing? Where are the children?"Even then, she neither looked at him nor spoke.He said "Well then!"He removed his cap and set it aside, took off his big robe, sat down saying "God Almighty! Today I've found my home like this. Hafsa, are you angry or what?"He finished his words laughing, because he knew her temperament well from their early days of marriage - when she got upset, he could hardly appease her.He said "Well, I've noticed that today even water I'll have to get for myself in this house. Will I get food or should I go buy some? I see I should buy some before night separates them, or should I go to our family house to eat?"Even then, she paid him no attention, but started crying, which made him realize her situation was real and had a reason. He stopped joking and said seriously "Hafsa, sit down so we can talk."She refused to sit and just turned her head away.He said "Sit down, do you hear me?"She sat down, suppressing the crying that was coming to her.His body began to feel cold as he said "What happened? What made you cry? Is it illness?"He finished his words while placing his hand on her small belly. She pushed his hand away and said "My health is fine."He held her hand saying "Then what is it? Is there something you want me to buy for you?"She said "Look, stop deceiving me with this fake care of yours. Go and show it to the one you're concerned about, the one you value so much that you can't bear to take a hotel room or some house where you can satisfy each other's needs privately, but you have to display your shamelessness on the street, even making videos with her joyfully."From the moment she started speaking, his heart beat heavily. Shame and fear overwhelmed him, combined with surprise at how she had found out about today when he met Farha.She continued saying "Now don't you even feel shame? With your dignity and your worth and your stature, but you want to sit on the street embracing a young girl who, by birth calculation, you could have fathered? Have you forgotten you have daughters like her? Have you forgotten you have a reputation?"He raised his hand to her, his mind confused, saying "Stop this, I don't understand this drama you're performing! Did I go and embrace someone? Don't you have sense even now, Hafsa? Is it that a woman in her house ate her fill, raised her head with arrogance, called you on the phone and kept fabricating lies for you because she's jealous of your married life, and you believed her and got worked up!"
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That woman, who could be estimated to be about thirty-five years old, stood in the parlor pacing back and forth, her hand holding her phone, which today she considered her enemy because today it had become the messenger that brought her the news she called "black news." Her phone was usually her companion, but today it wasn't the case, because she had seen something terrible in it. The Hausas say "the story of the heart should be asked from the face" - just by looking at her face, you could tell she was in an unpleasant state of distress. In her heart, she felt as if her heart was being roasted because of the heat her chest was causing her.She looked again at her phone's clock which showed half past nine, and it seemed as if time wasn't moving because of how anxiously she was waiting for her husband to return home. The calls she had made to him were countless, but he wasn't picking up.She watched again the video that had shattered her mind since she opened it today. It was definitely him - her husband Abdul'aziz, whom she felt she couldn't live without. There he was, sitting close to another woman, a young girl no more than four years older than her younger sister, making a video at a restaurant full of joy. When she saw how the girl was leaning on him, she felt her heart would burst, but she couldn't stop watching. From the time it was sent to her until now, she had watched it countless times.At ten minutes past ten, she heard the sound of his car. Usually, she would go and open the door for him, but today she felt she couldn't do that. He honked his horn until he got tired, then came out, used his key to open the gate and entered, then opened the gate to bring in the car, returned and closed it, thinking to himself that Hafsa must be sleeping.He entered the room with a song on his lips, saying "Let life have what it wants, let the heart have what it wants..."Seeing Hafsa standing in the parlor, he stopped abruptly. With surprise, he said "Mama Afna, are you well?"Hafsa made some gesture but couldn't say anything.Abdul said "Hafsa, are you alright? I thought you were sleeping since you didn't come to open the door for me. What are you doing standing? Where are the children?"Even then, she neither looked at him nor spoke.He said "Well then!"He removed his cap and set it aside, took off his big robe, sat down saying "God Almighty! Today I've found my home like this. Hafsa, are you angry or what?"He finished his words laughing, because he knew her temperament well from their early days of marriage - when she got upset, he could hardly appease her.He said "Well, I've noticed that today even water I'll have to get for myself in this house. Will I get food or should I go buy some? I see I should buy some before night separates them, or should I go to our family house to eat?"Even then, she paid him no attention, but started crying, which made him realize her situation was real and had a reason. He stopped joking and said seriously "Hafsa, sit down so we can talk."She refused to sit and just turned her head away.He said "Sit down, do you hear me?"She sat down, suppressing the crying that was coming to her.His body began to feel cold as he said "What happened? What made you cry? Is it illness?"He finished his words while placing his hand on her small belly. She pushed his hand away and said "My health is fine."He held her hand saying "Then what is it? Is there something you want me to buy for you?"She said "Look, stop deceiving me with this fake care of yours. Go and show it to the one you're concerned about, the one you value so much that you can't bear to take a hotel room or some house where you can satisfy each other's needs privately, but you have to display your shamelessness on the street, even making videos with her joyfully."From the moment she started speaking, his heart beat heavily. Shame and fear overwhelmed him, combined with surprise at how she had found out about today when he met Farha.She continued saying "Now don't you even feel shame? With your dignity and your worth and your stature, but you want to sit on the street embracing a young girl who, by birth calculation, you could have fathered? Have you forgotten you have daughters like her? Have you forgotten you have a reputation?"He raised his hand to her, his mind confused, saying "Stop this, I don't understand this drama you're performing! Did I go and embrace someone? Don't you have sense even now, Hafsa? Is it that a woman in her house ate her fill, raised her head with arrogance, called you on the phone and kept fabricating lies for you because she's jealous of your married life, and you believed her and got worked up!"