After greeting, he lifted the curtain and leaned his staff against the door of the room, moving it aside. Inside, I responded to the greeting. Even though it was not explicitly stated, I knew he was referring to the blind groom. I looked at him with a certain discontent. He was a young man, possibly between 28 and 30 years old, and the only thing that seemed to be an obstacle for him was the hardship of life. His physical appearance was remarkable, tall, with a fair complexion, but his hardship had dulled his radiance. Despite this, his skin appeared very soft. He had a lot of bushy beard, large and bright eyes that seemed useless to me, and a perfectly shaped mouth. His nose was quite prominent with an abundant amount of hair on his head, though the hair lacked luster. From his appearance, it was clear he was of Fulani descent. Although he was clean, his hair gave off a strong impression of a true Fulani man, known for their distinctive features. He wore an expensive, intricately designed garment made from rich fabric, and the clothes were soaked, indicating they had been worn on the day of his wedding. From the way they were, it was clear they were placed at the bottom of the wardrobe. Even though he didn't speak, I figured out in my mind that he was looking for a place to sit.

He approached the middle of the room and carefully sat down, placing the package he was holding on the floor. In a tone full of composure, he greeted me without turning his face towards me, as I didn't want to see his face. His calm demeanor and careful movements showed he was aware of the luxury and quality of the room. He had clearly understood that the bride's family was not of a lowly status.

As he sat on the cushioned area in the room, he sensed the softness of the carpet beneath him. He quietly placed his belongings aside and, in a warm but stern voice, offered to share the meal. Despite his intent, I refused, saying I wouldn't share the chicken with him, and that he should pray and finish his prayers before dawn. He didn't say anything in response but remained silent. We sat for about ten minutes with only the sound of the fan filling the silence, and the cold air was quite refreshing. Eventually, he spoke again, requesting to be left alone to find a suitable place to sleep. He admitted he didn't know where the bed was because the door had been rearranged, making it hard for him to locate the new placement.

He then went back into the room, greeted me quietly, and started searching again. When he found the bed, he placed his belongings carefully, and with a soft murmur of apology, asked for patience. I responded that I wouldn't share a bed with him and instead advised him to wait. He continued to search and finally found the bed, undressed, and lay down carefully, while I, having removed my own clothes, prayed and prepared for sleep. He struggled to sleep, though, because he couldn't find any water in the room and was reluctant to go outside, fearing the guests would see him. Eventually, he managed to fall asleep after a long time, as he had never experienced such a hot and uncomfortable sleep before.

At dawn, both the bride and groom woke up