"I think it's going to be a boy." Usman said, looking up at Salma through his lashes. They were seated on the dining table, eating the spaghetti bolognese which Hajiya Raliya had prepared with the help of her hardworking daughters.
Salma avoided making eye contact with him. What he had just said to her in the living room was bouncing about in her head.
Did he really mean what he had said? Did he really understand how tyrannical Mansur could be? No one truly understand the extent of his monstrosity. No one but Salma. She had borne the brunt of his malevolence. She had endured his constant abuse and humiliation for one reason alone.
One reason she was too ashamed to admit.
"It'd better be." Mansur said, trying to mask his hostility towards Salma. "I don't want a girl."
"Well, it's not
