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Sixty nine.
ABUJA, NIGERIA.
"I don't know and stop talking about his wife like that, she's your stepmother. I'm going to go take a shower, bring our outfit out, please?" She made a puppy dog eyes before they moved to her daughter who stirred but didn't wake up. The lady wouldn't sleep alone that night, Bushra was really uncomfortable when she wanted her husband. S
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ABUJA, NIGERIA.Discreetly and inconspicuously, the woman in black coat walked around the airport with her small luggage in search of a cab in the busy streets of Abuja. Her hand is closing her stomach while the other held onto the luggage that seems to hold her life. She hailed more than three cabs already but none were willing to stop because of God knows what, she didn't give up. They didn't stop because they do not know who she is, she will give them that excuse. Her father rules the country, but she is treated like a dirt underneath their feet? Joke's on them then!When one finally stopped, she told him to drive straight to Asokoro even without the knowledge of why she wants to be there. She won't go to her father's villa for by now, he's already known what she's done and won't forgive her for steal
IN TWENTY ONE DAYS Seventy two.
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ABUJA, NIGERIA."Are you awake?" Amani inclined her head to look at her husband's figure sleeping soundlessly on their bed. The bed she hasn't slept on for a long time."Uh, yeah." He move around, surprised that his wife is there to wake him up to pray Fajr. Even when they don't talk, he is the one to always touch her shoulder to wake her up as she sleeps next to her daughter in the other room. It never was the other way around except that time and he knew it meant one thing."Can we pray together?" She asked in a small voice, moving her right hand around his muscular arm, feeling the strong arm beneath her fing
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