Khadijah's P O V
I thanked them for being so thoughtful, I always had an unconditional love for her creations, be it Abaya, Kimono, Top or whatever.
Ya Mukhtar sat in the parlor with my marble cake in front of him as he took huge bites from the piece he was taking while Ya Bashir went missing.
"Where's your brother Ya Mukhy?" I asked taking the icing off his cake slice and shoving it straight into my mouth.
"Hey! What was that for, you could've cut a piece and take all the icing not take the one off mine!"
"Oh I asked you a question" I pouted.
"Okay, okay. He's been acting weird lately. Always, I mean ALWAYS talking on the phone and I think he's talking to a girl!" he lowered his voice and head.
I shrieked at the news, excited as I came to a conclusion that Ya Bashir has a girlfrien
