Halima makes her way inside the house, walking with what can be recognized as power, radiance and also...pride? Setting her feet in her room, she's met with the most agonizing sight she has ever seen in all of her twenty four years of life.

Aleesha is leaning on Sa'eed's shoulders laughing at a ridiculous picture of Cardi B that has been leaked. Probably just the normal photoshops jobless Nigerians engage in, nothing new or baffling there.

Wanting to show of her new found confidence, Halima takes small lady like steps towards Sa'eed and pecks him on the cheek. The smell is still there but it isn't as strong as it was in the morning, Sa'eed muses. It's already quarter past six, where has Halima been?

"Hey, weren't you taught not to enter a woman's matrimonial room without her permission or are you simply deranged?" Halima snaps at Aleesha.

Aleesha gulps at the way Halima is looking at her. That look makes her weak in the knees due to fear. How comes Halima is suddenly having that effect on her? It's supposed to be the other way round.

Aleesha nods and Halima let's out a teasing satisfactory smile that can pass of as a smirk. Aleesha walks out hurriedly almost falling in the process, what can possibly be happening to her?

Halima smiles at her and then scowls at Sa'eed. She drops the shopping bags on the bed and starts arranging the contents - perfumes similar to the ones that she had destroyed in the morning - on the dressing mirror inside the walk in closet.

She takes the numerous bath bombs she bought to the bathroom. After taking a nice long bubble bath with different scented materials, she walks out and puts on a modernized charcoal which requires just a spark of light from a match to catch.

She brings out seven glass bottles, one with kajiji incense in it, another with scented sandalwood and the others with wierd looking scenting stuff. There's even one that looks like cotton candy.

She places a pinch of each on the charcoal giving of an extremely good smell. She squats above it for a few minutes then places her furry night wear a little above it. After exhausting the incense she had placed on the charcoal, she puts it off and wears the night gown before walking out.

If Aleesha thinks Halima is going to back down that easily, then she's highly mistaken. This is her territory, her empire and her world. She does what she wants, when she wants and how she wants it!

Remembering that Sa'eed is going to work tomorrow, Halima sets an alarm to 4am. She would wake up and make sure no one cooks for Sa'eed nor does he have any access to the kitchen or store. Afterall, it was never mentioned in any Hadith, Ayah or scripture that a woman is married to be a chef in her husband's home. She's Islamically not expected to cook for her husband although it's not bad to cook for him. If she wishes, she can decide not to. It's just stupid useless Northern Nigerian tradition which she would be the first to break.

Women are queens, not chefs, care takers, birth giving machines, nannies or baby sitters. They are queens and should be treated as such.

Lash rushes out when she hears her phone ring. She's been doing that a lot lately. Expecting a call from that Greek god is all she's been doing lately. She hasn't even prepared the Kohl for Aleesha.

Luckily, it is an unknown number so she picks with more enthusiasm than ever.

"Assalamu Alaikum." That voice. It's him! It's the Greek god! Finally.

"Wa Alaikas salam. Who am i speaking to?" Lash says with enough casualty she can muster.

"My name is Zurqan-nayn. I'm the man you met at the mall." Lash hums as if remembering him when she recognized him the moment that mellifluous voice hit her ear.

"I want to see you." Zurqan-nayn simply says and Lash resists the urge to send him her home address right that minute.

"I'll have to check my schedule to know if I don't have any appointment. Once I confirm everything, I'll get back to you and tell you the location."

"As you say velvety voice." And he ends the call.

Lash resists the urge to squeal. She saves the number as Zurqa with a heart emoji. She quickly prepares Aleesha's Kohl and gives her maid, Angela to deliver it. She sends a quick message to Aleesha telling her to give a location where Angela would bring her the Kohl. After some time, Zurqan-nayn texts her.

I'm awaiting a response, Velvety Voice.

She smiles to herself and tries to think of a place that is hardly ever crowded. No place pops up in her head so she texts him back.

I'll be free in the next one hour, pick a location and I'll come and meet you.

He quickly replies with an okay. And she starts rummaging her closet for what to wear, she wants to dress to kill but it mustn't be the shouty type of dressing. So she settles for a pale pink A-line Abaya with tiny gold stones adorning the flay hands at the edge at intervals. The neck is in a V-shape. She pairs it up with a gold veil. Slipping on pale pink loafers, she picks her two phones and puts them in the bag Angela has arranged for her - a gold Susen bag with a slim strap for the hand - then takes it and walks out.

She doesn't want to come off as filthy rich even though she knows her car and phones might give her out. She takes the less expensive of her six cars - a black Ford - and drives to the location he sent her - a garden in Maitama which she doesn't know of.

Before she reaches Maitama, it's already around Maghrib time because of the hold-up she met on her way. Immediately she reaches the place, she finds out its empty, lifeless. Using her phone to check if she's in the right place, that mellifluous voice she knows all too well demands she turns around.