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yanzu kika ga daman tashi? You’ve been sleeping for about 3 hours.”
“What?!” Tayi exclaiming tana kai dubanta wajen agogon motan taga 3:03PM “Ya Salam!! Banyi Sallah ba.”
“Toh laifin waye? Shikenan mutum ba’a iya bar masa AC kunne seyayi bacci?”

Kunya taji sosai ita kanta batasan sanda tayi bacci ba. “Kinsan meetings nawa nayi canceling saboda ke?”
Kanta a sunkuye tace, “I’m sorry ai da ka ta dani.”
“Ni ban iya ta da mutum in yana bacci ba, a banza kin samin ciwon kunne.”
“Ciwon kunne kuma?” Ta tambayesa ba tare da ta kallesa ba.
“Yes, da wannan minsharin da kika tayi.”
Minsharin kuma? Ta nanata a ranta. Tunda take ba’a tab’a ce mata tana minshari ba se yau. “Sir but bana minshari ni fah.”
“Awww maqaryaci kikeson kirana kenan?” Ya tambayeta tare da d’age gira.
“A’a ni ba abinda nake nufi ba kenan.”
“So bayan kin gama b’ata min precious time kin sa min ciwon kunne da maqaryaci zaki sak’a min?”
“I’m sorry” tace ba tare da ta kallesa ba. Motar ya kunna suka soma tafiya har bakin k’ofar gidansu ya kaita, bayan ya sauk’e ta tamasa godiya “wait” yace mata. Gefen k’ofar sa yasa hannu yaciro littafin d’azu na «HALF BAD» data jima tana nema ya mik’a mata, kallonsa ta tsaya yi cike da mamaki. “Ungo amshi.” Bata san sanda ta soma murmushi ba “but sir-” katseta yayi “jeki karanta.” dad’i sosai taji wanda ta kasa b’oyewa “Thank you so much” tamasa godiya tare da ficewa, seda ya tabbata ta shiga gida ya juya shima yatafi.

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_Washegari..._

K’arfe 8:00AM na safe Anas ya tashi da hoton Fannah yayi sallama danko yana tashi ya d’au wayarsa yakai kan pictures nata daya d’auka jiya. Yafi minti uku yana kallon pictures d’in sannan ya tashi ya nufa toilet bayan ‘yan mintuna ya fito shirin sa na kullum da safe yayi ¾ da vest all in black sannan yafita. Already yasamu kowa kan dining table bayan ya k’arasa ya zauna suka gaggaisa. Amal dake gefensa tace, “Ya Anas ni rabuwa da inyi game a wayarka harna mance.”

“Angel duk game da nake dashi fa kema na miki installing.”
“Ya Anas ni nafison yi anaka.”
“Naji gashi” nan ya mik’a mata wayar.
“Yeyy! Thank you.”
“Wai Amal ke ana breakfast baraki ajiye wayan ba?” Cewar Ummie.
“Ayyi mana Ummie.”
“Ajiye wayan” Abuu ya fad’a ba wasa. “Se in kin gama breakfast naki kiyi.”
Kamar wacce zatayi kuka tace, “Ya Anas kace musu su barni inyi.”
“Toh da Ya Anas da Abuun waye babba?” Cewar Shettima
“Abuu fad’uwa d’aya kawai zatayi seta karya ko Angel?”
“Eh Ya Anas.” Nan ta buga d’ayan tana fad’i tace, “Ya Anas mu d’au selfie tunda duka munsa black clothes.” Ba musu yace, “okay” nan ta shiga snapchat ta d’aukesu, sosai sukayi kyau. Gallery ta koma tana zooming faces nasu mistakenly hannunta yayi gefe aiko hoton Fannah ya bayyana. “Ya Anas wannan ba hoton Fan-” bata k’are maganar ba yasa hannunsa ya rufe bakinta da sauri.

“Shut up kinji?” Sanda ta gyad’a kai ya sake mata bakin. “Don’t tell anyone kinji Angel zan kaiki shopping anjima.”
“Shopping kad’ai Ya Anas?”
“Toh meh kikeso?” Duk wannan magana da suke su Abuu sun zura musu ido suna kallonsu.
“Acanza min waya.”
“Angel kap ajikinku masu iphone 6 nawa ne? Ai naki ne babba.”
“Ni 6+ (plus) nakeso.”
“Toh naji zan saya miki karki fad’awa kowa kinji.” Kai ta gyad’a masa.
“Meh wannan abun da ba’aso a sanar damu”Abuu ya tambaya.
“Babu” Anas ya basa takaicaccen amsa. “Ni zan fice se anjima” ya fad’i tare da d’aukan wayarsa. “Baba na ka fasa karyawan kenan?” Ummie ta tambaya. “Eh Ummie zanje inchi a waje.”

Allah Allah Shettima yake su k’are breakfast yaje yabuga cikin Amal har seta fad’a masa abun. Bayan sun k’are yaje ya sameta kwance kan gado a d’akinta da ipad nata se temple run take bugawa. “Amal” ya kira sunanta alokacin daya zauna kan gadon nata ko noticing nasa batai ba dan yadda hankalinta yabi game d’in.
“Ke Amal!” ya sake kiranta.
“Meh?” ta fad’i tana cigaba da buga game nata. Ganin inba wai amsar ipad d’in yayi ba barata basa hankalinta ba yasa hannu ya k’wace. Kuka ta fashe masa da “wallahi Ya Shettima Allah ya isa nayi nisa fa ka kama ka k’wace kuma sena fad’awa Ya Anas. Kabani ipad d’ina.”
“Da Allah mumu kawai kika san dawata magana nazo miki da?”
“Banasan ji ni tunda garin Allah ya waye ban kula kaba, kabani Ipad d’ina ko in fad’awa Abuu.”

“Haba Angel d’in Ya Anas ‘yar gaban goshi yi hka’uri kiji?”
“Meh?” ta tambaya tana zumburo d’an bakinta.
“Batun hoton da kika gani wayan Ya Anas ne d’azu nakeson ki d’an fad’amin kinji Amluuluu na, ‘yar autar mu guda.”
“O’o ni barin fad’a ba, bani Ipad d’ina.”
Hannunta yaja ta fad’a jikinsa take ta tashi tana mayar da gashinta baya. “My Amaluuluu tell me mana zan kai ki shopping.” Dariya ta b’arke da, “kaida ko ka kai mutum shopping befi ka siya masa chocolates guda biyar ba kace ya isa, banaso. Ya Anas yace ze siya min 6+.”

“Ke dad’i na dake bakida wayo, yaushe Ya Anas ze siya miki 6+ wallahi k’arya yake miki, trust me.” Kafad’a ta buga da nufin o’o.
“Fad’amin mana hoton waye ne?”
“O’o barin fad’a ba, ai dama na fad’a maka wataran zakazo neman abu wajena. Barin fad’a ba ni kabani ipad d’ina.”
“Mumu kawai karki fad’an, tayi tsami maji.” Nan yamata wulli da ipad d’in. “Ke dama ba’a harka dake mschww.”
“Eh d’in mutum ace se gulma.”

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Anas ne zaune a paint house nasa har yanzu be karya ba pictures na Fannah kawai yake ta kallo, ganin ba mahalicci se Allah kawai ya danna mata kira, ringing d’aya biyu ta d’aga “hello Mr. Fauzi” kasancewar Afrah batta d’akin.
“Fannah” yakira sunanta.
“Na’am” ta amsa.
“I’m hungry.” Toh nikuma nice me baka abinci tace a ranta. “Toh Mr. Fauzi me zan maka? Kaje kaci abinci mana.”
“Not until nasha coffeen ki.” K’arya ta masa, “banida lafiya bareyi infito ba yau Mr. Fauzi.”
Yanaji yagano k’arya take. “Toh shikenan, I’ll look for my beer insha kawai.”
“A’a please karka sha.”
“Then come.”
Nisanta tayi chan tace, “okay, naji zanzo karka sha please kaji?”
“Then kizo da wuri in bahaka ba zan sha.”
“Mr. Fauzi promise me baraka sha ba please.” Shiru yayi bece komai ba “please...”
“Okay.” Nan ya katse. Daman tayi wankanta, d’aya daga cikin had’ad’d’un abayoyin da Anas ya siya mata irin na ‘yan Sudan d’innan tasa. Rolling tayi had’ad’d’e me kyau gashin ta yamata acuci me kyau. Tana fitowa suka had’u dasu Mami tsakar gida suna aikin breakfast da Afrah bayan gaisuwa Mami ta tambayeta “ina zakije haka Fannah da wannan uban kwalya?”
“Kai Mami jan baki fa kawai nasa ko in goge?”
“A’a barsa ina zakije?”
”Mr- I mean Anas ne yake nema na zeyi introducing d’ina ma wasu business colleagues nasa.”
“Aww hakane? Toh Allah kiyaye, Fannah banda yawon banza kinji? Ni na yaba tarbiyyan Anas ba irin ‘yan iskan mazan nan bane amman still ki kiyaye kinsan shi D’A NA MIJI DA SABON SALO yake, a kullum” (book na Lubiee finest!)

“In shaa Allah Mami na tafi.”
“Asha love lafiya, in an sai ice cream kuma a tuna damu” cewar Afrah. Banza da ita Fannah tayi tana fitowa ta tsari napep. In 25 minutes time ta iso paint house na Anas. Golden side bag nata ta daidaita sannan ta k’arisa, bell ta danna yana zaune a parlour ya taso ya bud’e mata. Kallonta yatsaya yi kamar ze cinye ta, sosai abayan ya karb’eta. “Kinyi kyau” yace da ita. Batasan lokacin da ta soma murmushi tana blushing ba. “Thank you” tace tana k’ok’arin kare fuskarta. Gefe ya matsa mata ta shiga, direct kitchen ta nufa ta had’a masa cikin flask biyu harda na gobe sannan ta juye saura cikin cup ta kai masa. “Sir zan koma.”
“No girlfriend wait for me in gama se in kaiki.”
“Karka damu I can manage.”
“No girlfriend your boyfriend insists, kidena so kina kaiwa kasuwa kinji girlfriend?”
“Ni kadena cemin girlfriend please, ai ba cikin mutane muke ba.” Killer smile nasa ya sakar mata sannan ya cigaba da shan coffeen sa yana gamawa ya d’au key’n sa “lets go ko girlfriend?” Ba gardama ta mik’e suka fita shi da kansa ya bud’e mata motar nan suka fice.

Cool music ya kunna a motar. Fannah kuwa in akoi abinda ta tsana befi wak’a ba. “Anas” ta kira sunansa cikin siririyar muryarta.
“Yes Fannah” ya dawo da kallansa a gareta yana tuk’i.
“Nace will you mind turning off the music, please?”
“Why?” Ya tambayeta.
“Anas ba kyau.”
“Mene ba kyau d’in?”
“Jin wak’an.” Ta amsa sa.
“Ke shikenan komai ba kyau, shaye shaye ba kyau, rik’e hannu ba kyau yanzu kuma jin wak’a ba kyau?”
“Mr. Fauzi narkekken dalma ake sama duk me sauraren wak’a a kunne, is better ka kunna karatun Al~Qur’ani kana sauraro mala’ikun rahma suna sauk’a.” Shiru yayi bece komai ba. “Kaji Mr. Fauzi my boyfriend.”

Kallonta ya juya yayi this is the first time take kiransa her boyfriend seyaji kawai yanasan ya fasa jin wak’a ma gabad’aya. “Zaka dena?” Ta sake tambayar sa nanma bece komai ba. “Please Anas, for me, please kaji?”
Kai ya gyad’a mata. “Sir say yes please.” Nisanta yayi “yes zan dena.”
“Yeyy! Mr. Fauzi thank you, now promise me daga yau baraka sake jin wak’a ba.”
“I promise”. Ya amsa ta a takaice nan ya ciro CD d’in yayi wulli dashi waje. “Zan siyo qira’a gobe ko anjima.”
“Yawwa Mr. Fauzi, thank you so much.” Daidai lokacin Kacallah ya soma kiransa bayan ya d’aga Kacallah ya masa wasu bayanau. “Okay bari zanje gida yanzu in duba I think yana d’akina okay. Will call you back.”

“Fannah” ya kira sunanta yadda takeso. “Na’am” ta amsa tare da juyawa. “I suppose to take you home amman I need to get something daga gida it won’t take long kin yarda?”
“Yes ba komai” ta amsa sa. Gaba da gidansu kad’an yayi parking. “I’ll be right back, don’t leave this car kinji ba? Karki shiga cikin gidanmu, am I clear?” Kallonsa take cike da mamaki shikuma rowan gidansu yake? mschww, thank god ba ita tace ya kawo ta ba. K’in amsa sa tayi.
“Fannah Aleeyu am serious karki shigo ni na fad’a miki” yana kaiwa nan ya fice sekuma ya sake dawowa ya kashe AC’n “kafin ki sake min bacci a mota.” Harara ta watsa masa ganin bai kallonta had’ad’d’en gidan dake layin taga ya shiga. “Mschwww sekayi ai.” Wayarta ta ciro ta cigaba da buga candy crush nata. Bayan minti biyar shiru Mr. Fauzi befito ba har yanzu kaman ance ta d’aga kai ta hango dawakai guda biyu sun fafaro da gudu mutanen kansun ma sun kasa controlling, “wayyo Allah doki! Nashiga uku!” Fannah uwar tsoro ai bata san lokacin da ta fita daga motar ba a 360 bata fad’a ko ina ba se gidansu Anas.


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  Kallonta yake kamar TV a yayinda take sauri sauri tayi tagama dan zuwa samin Yusuf. Guda 4 tayi cikin goma amman wani zogi hannunta ke mata saboda tsawon mails d’in, idanunta ta d’ago tareda maraice fuska koze d’an ji k’anta. Sosai shima yaji ta basa tausayi amman kuma ya ya iya? In yace tabari definately zata je ta samu Yusuf abinda baiso kenan, shikuma bayasan raini bayasan tasan kishinta yake ta d’au ko sonta yake (ni Miemie nace toh da ba sontan kake ba?) Yanason ce mata barata fita da Yusuf ba amman bayasan ta d’auka da wani manufa ta d’au ko santa yake kanta ya soma girma. Kansa ya kawar daga gareta kawai dan kar tausayinta ya kama sa tare da concerntrating akan laptop nasa.

    Bayan tasamu tayi guda takwas ta d’ago kai “Mr. Fauzi please kayi hak’uri nagaji.” Banza da ita yayi. “Mr. Fauzi please” nanma bece da ita komi ba dan yasan muddin bakinsa ya bud’u zece ta ajiye shikenan, abinda baiya so kenan. Wayarta ne ya soma ringing tana kai dubanta taga Yusuf ke kira bayan ta d’aga tace, “Yusuf I’m sorry wallahi aiki ne yad’an rik’eni amman I’m almost done yanzu zan sauk’o.” Nan ta katse.
 
       Anas dake sauraronta yace a ransa yanzu zaki sauk’o ba? We shall see. Bayan 10 minutes tagama, wani hamdala ta saki se murza yatsunta take dan azaba. “Sir gashi na gama” ta sanardashi alokacin da take tsaye gaban table nasa. Amsa yayi yana dubawa one-by-one komai yayi sede bayasan ya barta ta tafi, taya zataje tayi having lunch da Yusuf bayan gashinan, bayan tasan tare suke ci always, Isn’t he her boyfriend? Ai koda relationship nasun na k’arya ne still be kamata ba. Besan meh ba amman yanzu bayasan ganin Fannah da wani d’a na miji in ba shiba.
    “Sir can I go now?”
    “Wait” yace, tare da zaro d’aya daga cikin papers d’in “seda nace miki be careful banason cancelation kalli nan. D’au new plane sheet ki sake copying.” Kamar wacce zatayi kuka tace, “ayyaahh manaaaa Sir mana, letter ‘f’ nefa kawai nayi canceling its not looking rough ai.”

      “Ma ke kenan, to me it is morethan rough...” Yacigaba da duban sauran nan ya tsakula wasu guda ukun da tad’anyi light mistakes, in aka had’a dana farkon hud’u kenan. “Recopy them all duk kinyi omiting mistakes”
   Baki ta sake, “Mr. Fauzi wallahi barin iya ba dan Allah karka min haka.”
   “Miss Aleeyu what is wrong with you? I am paying you bawai aiki kike min kyauta ba d’auka kije ki zauna ki gama yanzu.” Ya fad’i authoritatively tare da kawar da kallonsa daga gareta. Harara mai rai da lafiya ta watsa masa ganin bai ganinta sannan ta tattara ta koma ta zauna. Yusuf takira ta basa hak’uri kan fitarsu bareyi ba seko next week saboda tasan ba yanzu zata gama ba, hannunta yayi tsami layi d’aya ta rubuta seta tsaya taja yatsunta.
     “Ba komai” yace “Allah kaimu” tare da katsewa.

   Dad’i sosai Anas yaji dayaji tace ta hak’ura. Kallonta yake tayi ta tsaya tayi ta tsaya tana gama guda d’aya tausayinta ya kama sa, tasowa yayi daga kujeran sa ya nufo gabanta, ita a zatonta ko yaga mistake na ‘a’ da ‘e’ da tayi ne yazo mata masifa. A maraice tace, “Sir dan Allah kayi hak’uri don’t make me recopy it please, wallahi guda d’aya ne kuma bara’a gane ba” ta k’are maganar kamar wacce zatayi kuka. Tsugunawa yayi a gabanta, ido wuru-wuru ta zaro meyake shirin yi? Kafin ta kawo wani abu a ranta ya ja hannunta a hankali, bugun zuciyarta taji ya k’aru, a hankali take k’ok’arin k’watan hannun nata gudun karya k’ara mata wasu papers d’in. Biron ya amsa ya ajiye tare da bud’o tafin hannunta me uban laushi yana mata tausa a hankali daga kan yatsunta har zuwa wrist nata.

      Har wani sanyi sanyi takeji saboda yadda hannun yayi tsami yana mata ciwo amman kuma be kamata  tabar masa hannunta yana tab’awa harda mata tausa ba. “Ermmm Mr. Fauzi” ta fad’i tana k’ok’arin karb’e hannun nata, sarai yagane tanason k’watan hannunta ne amman be kula ta ba, hasali yi ma yayi kamar be san tanayi ba, sanda ya tabbata ya mata tausan da yaci ace hannun ya bar zafi ya bari. Mik’ewa yayi ya koma ya zauna ba tare da yace da ita komi ba, dukda kuwa so yake ya bata hak’uri amman inaaa girman kai!
 
    Bayan ya zauna ta d’aga biron daga inda ya ajiye da nufin cigaba da rubutun tunda ba cewa yayi ta bari ba. Bece komi ba har yanzu se da yaga zata fara rubutun. “Keep the pen, stop it, don’t write.” Ya bata wannan commands. Kallonsa take  fuskarta d’auke da kan mamaki. “Sir bangama bafa-”
   “I know” ya katse ta, “just kibari don’t write again.” Dad’i sosai taji yanzu seta samu tafita da Yusuf ma tunda Boss yace tabari. Arranging papers d’in tayi ta kai ta ajiye masa kan table sannan ta koma ta d’au jakarta ta saqala, duk kallonta yake bece komai ba seda ta kai bakin k’ofa ya daka mata kira “Miss Aleeyu!” Har tsakiyar kanta tajiwo muryarsa. Juyowa tayi tana b’ari dan firgitan da tayi. Toh me tayi kuma yanzu? Da hannu yayi gesturing nata kan tazo. Taku take k’afa na rawa har takai gaban table nasa.

   “Who asked you to leave?” Ya tambayeta yana kallon cikin idanunta. Da sauri ta kawar da kallonta elsewhere ba tare da tace komai ba. “Am talking to you!” ya fad’a ad’an tsawace duk ransa yabi ya b’aci har yanzu be yarda Yusuf nada gut daze ce zekai Fannah cin abinci ba, yaushe ma yagama ciyar da kansa kuma awani local restaurant zekaita ko hotel ma bare iya kama musu ba to talk more of ya musu reserving.

     I’ina tasoma “ermm.. Si.. Sis.. Sir naji kace in ajiye in bari kuma aikin daka sani kenan.”
   “Amman nace ki tafi?” Kai ta girgiza a hankali. “Good kinga book shelve d’in can?” Kai ta giad’a tana kallon shelve d’in. “Jeki min arranging nasu.”
      Kallon shelve d’in ta tsaya yi nakusan ‘yan mintuna sannan back to Mr. Fauzi. Itade bata ga abin gyara cikin shelve d’in ba ga books nan duk anyi arranging nasu tsatsaf. “Bakiji me nace bane?” Ya tambayeta.
   “Naji Sir amman kuma naga ba abin gyara ciki, shelve d’in is well arranged.”
    “Toh ni banasan arrangement d’in na hannun dama a k’asa nakeson su koma hannun hagu a sama. Na tsakiya ki dawo dasu second to the last row, second row ki raba into two a 4th raw...” Haka ya ringa juye-juye. Kallonsa take kamar tayi kuka, ita ba abinda taji ma inbanda na hanun dama a k’asa su koma hannun hagu a sama.
  “Well baraki fara bane?”
   “Zan fara” ta amsa sa a takaice murya k’asa k’asa. Jakarta ta ajiye ta nufa wajen book shelve d’in. A hankali ta fiddo da na saman tayi replacing nasu dana k’asan kamar yadda ya buk’ata, a yayinda shikuma ya katse duk wani abinda yakeyi yana kallonta ko kyafta ido baiyi.

   Itade Fannah arranging take yadda taga dama, chan ta tsaya admiring wani latest english novel data jima tana nema bata samu ba. «Half Bad by Sally Green» kusan na minti biyu tana kallon littafin sannan ta had’a da sauran ta cigaba. A takaice de seda ta kusan awa tagama had’a uban book shelve na Anas dake nan kamar library. Daidai lokacin k’arfe 11:30AM kenan. Tagaji iya gajiya.

     “Sir na gama” tace all exhausted, ga wani uban yunwan daya keto mata lokaci guda. Bece da ita komai ba illa d’akinsa da ya nufa bayan like 5 minutes ya fito se k’amshin turare yake, gashin kansa ma ya sake gyarawa, kallonsa Fannah ta tsaya yi. “My girlfriend” yace da ita yana kallonta dawani killer smile tattare da fuskarsa shikansa yasan yayi kyau yau. Zuciyarta taji ya tsallaka bugu uku lokaci guda, kai ta d’ago a rikice tana kallonsa da ita yake koko a’a. “Me?” Ta tambayesa tana nuna kanta.

    “Yes you, you are my girlfriend ko kin manta ne?” Lallai ma! Kallansa take cike da mamaki yanzu yagama azabar tar da ita yawani zo yana shegen murmushinsa yana kiranta girlfriend nasa. “I’m hungry muje muci abinci nasan kema you must be hungry.” Yunwan takeji amman ta dake “no I’m not ni barinje ba kawai ka sallameni in koma gida.”
    “No ba gidan da zakije, we are going to eat, oya stand up na baki 5 minutes kije ki kimtsa a office naki.” Yi tayi kamar bata ji saba.
    “Miss Aleeyu! Don’t try my patience.” Ganin bai kallonta ta galla masa harara kan zata cire idanta sannan ta mik’e tare da jan jakarta ta fice zuwa office nata wajen book shelve d’in ya nufa yad’anyi dube-dubensa. Exactly after 5 minutes d’in yafito daga office nasan itama a daidai lokacin ta fito.

     Light makeup nata ta gyara ta hanyan k’ara powder da zalla datayi sekuma d’aurinta data sake gyarashi. Gyalen nanan yadda yake d’azu ta yafasa kamar yadda Afrah tamata d’azu. Kallonta yake wane ze had’iyeta. A hankali cikin k’asaita ya tako gabanta gam ta rufe idanta tana jiran ya fara suburbud’a mata surutu setaji ya kama hannunta take ta bud’e idan so take tace masa ya sake mata hannu sekuma ta tuna there will be no point doing so dan ba jin maganarta zeyi ba. Wajen elevator’nsa suka nufa bayan daya bud’u tace, “Sir semun nunawa duka ‘yan office naka muna dating ne? Kabari in mun fita anan amnan yanzu ka sakemin hannu please.” Ko tanka ta beyi ba illa janta waje da yayi suka soma tafiya.

      Take floor d’in yakama da surutu da gulma kowa se tofa albarkacin bakinsa yake k’us-k’us dan sun san halin Boss yanzu seya buga fire! Kunya ne ya rufe Fannah kamar ta nitse k’asa yanzu shikenan zasuce daman abinda ita da Mr. Fauzi keyi kenan kullum a office nasa, soyayya. Da idansu ya had’u da receptionist kuwa harara ta watsa mata dan ta jima da fad’awa tarkon san Mr. Fauzi koda ta fad’a masa kuwa tatas ya mata ya k’yamace ta. Ignoring nata kawai Fannah tayi, Yusuf dake shigowa yanzu ne yagansu tare da Mr. Fauzi amman ko kad’an idanunsa be kai kan hannun su ba.

   “Fannah!” Ya danna mata kira a yayinda ya gama