Arriving at the international airport in Abuja, my wife walked straight to the car waiting for us. I know she's so angry at that moment.
She doesn't even like flying with the Private Jet but she did. We left the hotel that same morning with her not wanting to hear any sort of explanation as to why I did what I did to my mom.
She opened the door by herself and slipped in without even waiting for me. I rounded the car and entered through the other door.
"Good afternoon, sir." My personal driver, Mallam mamman greeted.
"Afternoon, how are you and your family doing?", I asked.
"We are all fine, sir." He answered and I gave him a little smile through the mirror.
"Good Afternoon, Hajiya." He greeted Madina.
"Afternoon." She answered curtly, her sign of telling you she's angry or not in th
