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Mom sat down and said, "My final word is either you bring suitors or whoever we find, we will give you. Imagine, a grown man almost forty years old but unable to marry. And you, Bilkisu, just lazing around at home while visitors can't distinguish between the mother and daughter. Even Jahdamah is better off; she's still young, but how old is she really? Not ready for marriage at all."
Dad said, "Honestly, Jawat and Bilkisu, you have two days to find suitors."
Jawat sulked as if he had been bereaved because he hadn't found a woman worthy of marrying. To him, no woman was good enough, though he enjoyed their company briefly before letting them go since he had his own money to spend.
Bilkisu felt the world was closing in on her, wondering whom she could introduce as a suitor since anyone who came around was just there for a short time.
Jahdamah thought to herself, "Dad, Mom, you're treating me like a child, but I know what I'm capable of in bed, even if you, who gave birth to me, don't realize it."
Mom exclaimed in frustration, looking at her silent, confused children, and said, "Aren't we talking to you?"
Jawat mustered the courage to say, "Honestly, Mom, I don't see anyone suitable for me among these useless Nigerian girls."
She interrupted him sharply, "Be quiet."
He clamped his mouth shut, pouting.
Dad, out of frustration, stood up abruptly and stormed upstairs.
Mom followed suit, trailing behind Dad.
Jawat glared at his younger siblings and said, "Get lost from my sight."
They quickly stood up and scurried to their respective rooms.
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