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g else. He had seen love, heard of it but never felt it. He grew up all alone, taught himself how to love himself and groom himself into what he was then. His mother and father get divorced when he

one rang, snapping him out of his reverie. He cleared his throat and picked the call. It was Othman. "Hey buddy, so you cool now?" He asked with a 'hehe' kind of -not-so-heartily- laughter. "Yeah man, I am cool but doesn't mean I have given up; Manchester united is the best football club in the world." Othman replied him. El-Mustapha smiled. He won't start arguing with Othman. Besides, he didn't even know so much enough about the football to argue. He wondered why Othman was still arguing even though the match played yesterday was won by the Chelsea. "Whatever." He dropped the argument. "Yeah. Actually I saw something on the net trending. A picture of a girl is everywhere and some people are even claiming that she's our blood. Go to your Instagram newsfeed." Othman sighed when he said that. They, - the Kabo's were very keen in maintaining the good reputation of their family. El-Mustapha cut the call, running his fingers through his palmful hair. He didn't know why he was already sweating. He took his iPad and logged into his account that was almost useless. All he did with it was to have a glance on what the world was up to. He didn't care about posting his photos and he had strictly warned Othman too. To his dismay, the picture in display was posted by an anonymous account. It was a rare picture of Maya and Jaybee hugging each other by a . He swiped, the next revealed Maya's lips glued to Jaybee's cheeks. The caption read. 'Seems like the women's crush and the greatest of all times player celebrated his victory with his perhaps secret wife, Maya Mahmoud Kabo. Or is she his girlfriend?' El-Mustapha dropped his iPad and hissed. "Maya!" He shouted, massaging his knuckles. _________ Saturdays in the Alhaji Rabi'us' house were sanitation days. Everyone was expected to clean their room in the most neatest way possible. Then the master himself, Alhaji would check eveywhere. The person that cleaned up their room best received fifty thousand naira gift by the end of the month. Hajiya Sadiya won twice, Adeelah won thrice, Hafsatu twice and Haneey won once since the new rule was set. Adeelah had kept the money, not having anything to do with it. But she loved checking her balance and seeing the figures sitting prettily. Since Fajr, Adeelah had cleaned her room and did all the things to be done. All she was waiting was to see Abba in her room. She sprayed airfreshner and all her perfumes around. She went out of the room straight to their study room in order to read. The study room was stacked with textbooks, religious books and inspirational books. No one had reason to fail exam, Abba said because he had provided all one needed in the house. Adeelah didn't have any problem with studies and she doesn't read until a day before the exam. It was a bad habit, she knew but factually, she saw no reason why she should read before the exam. It will expire and gradually disappear. She once told Fatimah. Nevertheless, she was a second class upper student. Her friends used to say that if she would press harder and read more, she would graduate with first class. Now, the reason of visiting the room was to read biochemistry. The lecturer chased her out and she had tried to enter his class t