<p> </p><p> </p><p>—</p><p>The neighborhood was quiet because it was a day when everyone stayed in their homes. It was an area where wealthy people mostly lived, with luxurious houses. In the distance, I saw a massive and beautifully designed house that was incredibly large. Even the gate alone could accommodate more than fifteen cars. Next to it, there were two other impressive houses, each with their own gates. However, there was a connecting door between two of them, allowing access without needing to go around. Inside, everything was well-arranged and elegant.</p><p>She was sitting and washing clothes while sighing in frustration. Inna, who was sitting nearby chewing kola nut, said, “Did someone's father force you to wash clothes that you're sitting there sighing all day? If you don’t want to work, then leave it!”</p><p>Aira, who was already irritated, turned around and said, “Inna, what’s your problem? If I say something back to you, you'll say I'm being rude and then report me to Abba. Just leave me alone!”</p><p>Inna, not backing down, fired back, "You disrespectful girl! You look like a ghost—so skinny like a chicken, yet full of arrogance!" Aira sighed, threw aside the washing items, stood up, and said, “You’re about to die anyway, so we’ll finally have some peace.”</p><p>Angrily, Inna grabbed a pillow nearby and threw it at her. “It’s your mother, Rahama, who will die, you insolent child!”</p><p>Aira burst out laughing as she ran outside, knowing she had touched a nerve. Inna hated being told she was going to die.</p><p>As Aira stepped out, laughing, I finally took a good look at her. She was fair-skinned, with a complexion so bright it had a yellowish glow. She was tall but not excessively so, slim but not too skinny—her height gave her a slender appearance. Her shape was striking, especially her hips, which swayed noticeably when she walked, earning her the description of a "Coca-Cola shape." She wasn’t very busty, but she wasn’t completely flat-chested either. She had a long face, a straight nose, and small lips that were naturally reddish as if she had applied lipstick. She wore stylish English attire—a top and pants, without a headscarf, revealing her long black hair neatly tied back and reaching down her back. She was stunningly beautiful, the type of girl whose picture could be published in a magazine. However, despite her mature appearance, she wasn’t older than 17.</p><p>She entered their house through the other door. Upon entering, she saw her father, Abba, sitting on a white sofa, wearing glasses while reading a newspaper. She walked up to him with a smile and greeted, “Abba, good afternoon.”</p><p>He looked up at her with a warm smile and said, "Welcome, Inna's daughter," before returning to his newspaper. She left him and went inside. As I studied him, I realized she was the spitting image of her father, except for her fair complexion, which she</p><p> </p><p> </p>
