"What's on your mind?" Salma asked Usman. They had been sitting in silence for almost ten minutes. He had been quiet ever since they got into the car. His eyes were fixed straight on the road as he scratched his beard, not even glancing at Salma.
"Nothing." he muttered, gripping the steering wheel a little bit tighter.
"Did Safiya say anything to upset you?" Salma asked. "I know how she can be."
"She didn't say anything." he replied, a little bit too forcefully.
"Then why are you upset?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Haba mana (Come on)." she pleaded. "Just tell me why you're upset."
"I'm not upset."
"Then why are you brooding?"
"I'm not brooding."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"You're chewing your bottom lip, Usman. That's a clear sign that you're upset."
"I'm not... Wait, how did
