The car came to a halt, jolting Hayfah out of her trance. She looked up and roam her yes around the humungous yet luxurious house. She gulped down a lump in her throat, how could she live in such a house? It's too expensive for her liking.
"We're here, Hajia," the driver announced, gently opening the door for her.
Hayfah's eyes bulged out, she knew he's close to Abba's age, how could he open the door for her? "Thank you, Baba, and you can call me Hayfah please," she smiled warmly at him, coming out of the car.
He helped her with the luggage to a huge door she assumed to be the entrance. He called a maid and handed her Hayfah's luggage before instructing her to take her to Hajia; the woman of the house.
The sparkling and clean tiles, lush and exquites rugs, well furnitured living room,
