There was a massive living room, and if you wanted to describe it, you would find it had three bedrooms connected to a kitchen and bathroom, all within the same area. The room was so well-furnished it could be called a paradise on earth. A large ceiling fan spun in the room to counter the heat outside, while the fragrance of perfume wafted through the air. Plush, luxurious sofas were arranged around the room, and they alone were a sight to behold. Not to mention the elegant decorations that adorned the place—everything was stunning. Honestly, I can't even begin to describe the layout of the room. Even the clock hanging on the wall was something you wouldn't associate with poverty.
From one of the rooms emerged a well-groomed woman. She appeared to be around 35 years old, and she was exuding an aura of freshness and relaxation. It was clear that she had lived a life of comfort, as there was no sign of hardship on her body. She glanced at the watch on her wrist, looking as though she was either running late or expecting something. Quickly, she made her way to a section of the room that turned out to be the dining area, where she hastily took a bite of her breakfast. While she was eating, her phone rang. She answered it quickly and asked, "Have you arrived?" She simply said "Okay" and then stood up.
They embraced each other warmly, expressing their happiness. One of them said, "You're such a troublemaker! You had me worried on the phone earlier, and yet you still didn't arrive on time." The other woman responded, "Oh, come on, all because of the chat we were having, and now you're all worked up? You really are full of mischief. By the way, is Alhaji not around?"
The first woman sighed in frustration. "Please, don't remind me of that annoying situation," she said. "I'm done with men for now. That's why I don't even want him to come back. I've had enough of his nonsense."
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