The life of the couple became glum, sombre and sloven, they only met during breakfast when Ihsan comes, they couldn't even share a word, sometimes he apologizes but she'll snub his existence.
Today was the deadline, it was the day she'll start cooking, as it is in the Hausa-Fulani culture. She grimaced as the thought of this, she won't just cook something for this guy, he isn't worth it. She groggily pulled herself off from her bed, how her room was decoration was soothing it self, it was a coffe brown room, with not too much decorations in it. Only her queen sized bed, her walk-in closet, her book shelf; which she knew so well was Ya Husna's idea, as she knew her love for books, they were her companion now, as w*****d was boring, the writers weren't helping a soul.
This spot becomes her
