He sat in the spacious room he had booked for guests, holding his head with both hands, his heart pounding intensely. He had never imagined he would fall for Rahama Abubakar Galadanci so suddenly, and he had no interest in marrying for family ties. One thing he knew was that he had disliked her spoiled behavior since childhood, which was the main reason he never got along with her. Even in the past, whenever she came to their house for holidays in Abuja and he returned from school on break, he hardly spoke to her or showed her a friendly face, all to avoid being disrespected by her because he knew she was quite cheeky. He never thought his heart would suddenly start harboring love for Rahama Galadanci, much less to the point of wanting to marry her.

In the past, his sister Deejah Galadanci often talked to him about Rahama because they were about the same age and had grown up together. They were very close. He sighed heavily, thinking about how he would show Rahama Abubakar Galadanci enough care to make her fall for him. Since he left her room, this thought had consumed him. Whenever he remembered that Rahama said she didn't love him, didn't like him, and wouldn't marry him, his heart sank. The conversation they had in the parlor earlier kept replaying in his mind, and suddenly Ra'is came to mind.

At five o'clock, he entered the house just as their teacher who taught them Islamic studies was leaving. He found Ummi alone in the parlor, greeted her respectfully, and she responded with a smile, asking if he needed anything. For the first time, he felt a heavy sense of respect for Ummi, something he had never felt before. He wondered if it was because he was now in love with her daughter, Rahama Galadanci. Definitely, he felt this weight because she was Rahama's mother. "Ummi, where's Ra'is?" She replied, "They're with Hajja. You know when Hajja is here, they all stay in her part of the house. They just arrived and haven't come here yet." Without another word, he left. He headed to Hajja's part of the house, which also had a section within the main house because she stayed there whenever she visited. It had a large parlor, two bedrooms, and a small kitchen where she sometimes cooked traditional dishes when she didn't want the maids to cook.

They were sitting in the parlor, with Ra'is chatting happily with Hajja, while Rahama was in one of the bedrooms, trying to call Imran Matawalle with Hajja's phone, but the number wasn't connecting. Farooq sat down, saying, "Ra'is, are you keeping Hajja entertained with all this cheerfulness?" Ra'is turned his eyes and said, "Yes, Yah Farooq." Farooq looked at Hajja and asked, "We're going out to explore the city with Ra'is. What can I bring you, Hajjaju?" Hajja smiled and said, "Bring me some fruits and spicy grilled meat." He smiled in a way that made Hajja wonder what was going on.

She was surprised at Farooq's sudden change. What had transformed him so quickly? Ra'is quickly stood up and said, "Yaya Farooq, should I call Yayah Rahama to come with us?" Farooq quickly shook his head and said, "No need! Leave her alone, Ra'is." With that, they said goodbye to Hajja, who prayed for their safe return. 

In the car, Farooq skillfully steered the conversation towards Rahama. Ra'is only answered with monosyllables while sitting in the front seat, playing games on Farooq's phone. At a large mall, Farooq parked the car and told Ra'is to pick whatever he wanted. Ra'is beamed and started grabbing treats, from sweets to chocolates, expensive biscuits, and other snacks. After picking his own items, Farooq told him to pick something for Rahama too. Without hesitation, Ra'is selected Rahama's favorite items. They returned home just before Maghrib prayer, their car filled with treats, all thanks to Yaya Farooq. 

On their return, Farooq parked the car and got out, heading straight to the prayer area in the compound to make ablution. Ra'is left the bags on the dining table and went to make ablution as well. Together, they headed to the mosque in the neighborhood for the Maghrib prayer. When they returned, Ra'is went straight to the kitchen where Ummi was preparing dinner with the maid. Not seeing Rahama in the kitchen, he showed Ummi the treats Farooq had bought for him and Rahama. Smiling, Ummi took the items and said, "May Allah bless you. When Abba comes in, show him too." Ra'is nodded and left the kitchen, heading directly to Rahama's room. He found her on the prayer mat, revising her Quranic memorization, as she had almost received a beating from their teacher for not knowing her verses well. She hadn't left the prayer mat after Maghrib, continuing her revision. She watched as Ra'is sat on the sofa, grinning at her, and slowly started opening the bags of chocolates Farooq had bought. Rahama frowned and looked away, saying, "Get up and leave, I don't want it." Ra'is, surprised, asked, "Yaya Rahama, why?" She glared at him and said, "Get up and leave with those things, Ra'is, before I get angry." She shouted at him as if he had done something wrong. Ra'is gathered the bags reluctantly, saying, "It's your loss," and headed for the door. She glared at him angrily, just as she locked eyes with Farooq Galadanci. She quickly looked away, her heart burning with anger and her face stern.

Farooq looked at Ra'is, who was about to leave, and said, "Leave the bags for her, Ra'is." Without hesitation, Ra'is returned and set the bags down before leaving the room. Farooq stood leaning against the door, his hands in his pockets. The scent of his perfume filled the room, making it hard for her to breathe. This time, he sat down on the marble floor, crossed his legs, and looked into Rahama Abubakar Galadanci's eyes.