"Six what?" Hajia asked, after two minutes of hiatus. She was too baffled to let the words assimilate into her brain. What kind of pregnancy? The one that gives birth to a new born child or not? She prays it's not like that.
Laila cried and said, "It is Hajia, she's six months pregnant, and wallahi Yaya already loves the child like his soul. She slapped me twice in his presence, but he put the blame on me at last."
Hajia sat upright from her resting position, she just had her breakfast, and what Laila is telling her now is making her nauseous. "Wait, don't tell me you're crying because of this? I'll be in the house in the next thirty minutes. Wait for me, don't say a word to him or her." Hajia assured and ended the call, she entered her room and took out her hijab from the closet and hea
