Hayfah woke up with a throbbing head ache, those weeks were terrible and afflicting. She couldn't think straight, she was always afraid that Umma could tell Abba, due to the glances she had been earning from Umma. She was happy since Abba left for Cotonou, she knew Umma wouldn't tell him over the phone__or never. All thanks to Amna, she believed it was Amna's talk that changed Umma's mind.
Her phone's ringtone jolted her out of her reverie, she heaved a sigh and slide the pick button. "Hey Besty, how have you been?" Hayfah asked, adjusting herself on her bed, as she picked her pillow and rested her elbow on it.
"Besty, I'm flummoxed by your behaviour recently___fake besty isn't himself too. What are you two hiding?" She asked, she knew Hayfah might not tell___just like Malik called her;
