YAR FILLO COMPLETE DOCUMENT BY Nabilancy Love ????.txt

<p>She was sitting calmly, mixing her fura while singing softly in Fulani.</p><p>Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands cover her eyes from behind.</p><p>She froze! But then, the familiar scent of his perfume in his palm filled her senses.</p><p>She knew exactly who it was. She had memorized his scent.</p><p>It was her friend, Abdul Hamid, whom she fondly called "Abokin Birni" (City Friend).</p><p>She smiled and said, “Wallahi, I recognize you. You're my City Friend, right?”</p><p>He slowly removed his hands from her face, grinning as he knelt in front of her, gazing at her beautiful face.</p><p>She set down the bowl of fura she was mixing and looked at him in surprise.</p><p>"Abokin Birni, when did you come back?" she asked.</p><p>He laughed and replied, “We just arrived in your village a moment ago. I dropped off my luggage at the farm and came straight here to see you.”</p><p>She raised an eyebrow. “Did you come alone?”</p><p>He shook his head and gestured behind her. “Look over there.”</p><p>She turned slowly, her eyes following his direction.</p><p>And then—her heart sank.</p><p>A wave of displeasure crashed over her as her gaze landed on an unwanted sight.</p><p>This was what they called a terrible encounter.</p><p>She despised him.</p><p>And he despised her just as much.</p><p>It was Abdallah—a young, wealthy man full of arrogance, who carried himself with an air of superiority.</p><p>He was Abdulhakim's cousin, and the two had always been extremely close, practically inseparable since childhood.</p><p>However, unlike the warm and friendly Abdulhakim, Abdallah was cold, proud, and dismissive of those he considered beneath him.</p><p>In secret, he indulged in habits he would never let Abdulhakim discover—like drinking alcohol, a vice he had picked up while in Malaysia with his reckless friends.</p><p>When Abdulhakim once caught him smoking, he didn't speak to him for three months until Abdallah deceived him into thinking he had quit.</p><p>Abdulhakim detested reckless behavior. He didn't like unnecessary drama, which is why he never kept close friends aside from his cousin.</p><p>But now, Dije glared at Abdulhakim and asked,</p><p>“Abokin Birni, why did you bring this arrogant person here?”</p><p>Abdulhakim laughed. “Come on, Khadija, how can you call my cousin arrogant? Please, don’t insult him.”</p><p>She huffed. “You know very well that we don’t get along. He hates me, and I hate him. I don’t want to see him again!”</p><p>Before Abdulhakim could respond, Abdallah interrupted, smirking.</p><p>“Listen, bush girl, I didn't come here for you. I came for my cousin.”</p><p>He turned to Abdulhakim. “Are you coming, or should I deal with you right now? I swear, I'll call Dad and make up a story about you just to get you in trouble.”</p><p>Abdallah clenched his jaw. “You better watch your mouth, or we'll fight right here.”</p><p>Abdulhakim sighed. “Come on, Khadija, forget about it. I'll pay for all the fura you were making. Just go home and rest.”</p><p>She sniffled, trying to hold back tears. “Forget it. Thank you, but I've had enough humiliation for today.”</p><p>"Oh my God, Khadija," Abdulhakim sighed. “Don’t let this ruin your day. You should be used to his nonsense by now.”</p><p>She folded her arms and looked away. “Abokin Birni, I think you should leave too. Your cousin doesn’t want me around, and I don't want him around either.”</p><p>He smiled. “Well, you know, fate brought us together, not him. And you also know I can't leave this village without taking some of your delicious fura with me. So, are you going to pack some for me, or should I go complain to Addaji that you refused me?”</p><p>She chuckled and sighed. “Fine.”</p><p>She carefully packed the fura into a bag, tied it up, and handed it to him.</p><p>“Here.”</p><p>He took it, smiling. “Thanks! Here’s the money.”</p><p>She picked up her things and walked away without another word.</p><p>Abdallah clicked his tongue and muttered, “Useless village girl, drinking this peasant food every day. You two are nothing alike.”</p><p>Abdulhakim shot him a glare. “Watch your words, Abdallah, or I swear—”</p><p>Abdallah laughed mockingly. “Oh please, spare me the lecture.”</p><p>He walked away, still laughing, while Abdulhakim followed, scolding him for being rude to Dije.</p><p> </p><p>—</p><p> </p><p> </p>