A young girl, estimated to be around seventeen years old, was squatting by the water pump. She was playing with a small fish swimming in the water, smiling as she felt someone cover her eyes. The scent of the perfume that wafted into her nose told her who it was, and she laughed, revealing her beautiful teeth. "Yaya Zain, you surprised me! I bet Umma doesn't know you're here today."

He uncovered her eyes and said, "Zainab, you are so naive. It's raining, and here you are, playing with fish at the pump, soaking wet."

Umma, coming out of the house, said, "Thank God you came. Though you are easy to climb, unlike DEEN who would have hidden away by now, at least you are here. Welcome. Did you come without telling us?" He smiled, taking Zainab's hand and leading her to the pump, where he turned on the tap and started washing her hands. "My little sister, I ran away from camp because I missed you all, especially this charming little sister of mine. And I see her chest is beginning to fill out..."

She pulled her hand away, stomping her foot, and said, "Oh my God, Yaya Zain, stop it! I won’t pay attention to you anymore and I won’t call you 'Yaya' anymore either...". He grabbed her and said, "Okay, let's sew up that mouth of yours then you can stop calling me 'Yaya' with your proof." She ran off into the house with him chasing after her while Umma laughed at them. "Zain, you’ll never grow up. These kids have all taken you for a joke as if you are their playmate. Once you're done fooling around, come eat," she called after them.

As they entered the house, Zainab threw herself onto Bahijjah, who was lying down, laughing and saying, "Oh Yaya, I repent. I swear I won't do it again." Bahijjah pushed her away, saying, "If only you knew how much you look like a donkey when you're being carried." Seeing Zain enter, she jumped up and hugged him too. "Oh bro, we’ve missed you so much. Umma hasn’t let us go anywhere since you left. We begged her to let us go pick out the outfits for Yaya Deen’s wedding, but she refused. It’s only three weeks away now."

He sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Good thing I ran away then. Let’s pray, eat, and then go pick the best outfits." They cheered, with Zainab even dancing. They rushed to the kitchen, greeting Umma, who looked up and said, "You lazy girls! You only come to me when there's food. You’d better save your strength for your husbands." They laughed, scratching their heads as she continued, "Now go serve yourselves if you want, or serve your brother Deen."

They started play-fighting over who would serve the food, with Zain eventually stepping in, saying, "Give it all to me, I’ll serve it." Bahijjah handed him the plate, sticking her tongue out at Zainab, who tried to hit her but missed. They all headed to the living room, where they sat down to eat. One would grab a piece of meat, the other would snatch it away and give it to Yaya Zain. Umma watched them, smiling at how close her children were and how they always tried to make each other happy

Just then, Deen came in, carrying his bag. Everyone looked up as he entered. Zainab's heart skipped a beat when she saw his stern face. She thought to herself, "If not for his good looks, he'd be invisible because of his constant sternness, always looking like a storm is coming...". She was brought back to reality when she heard him say, "Hello Abulle." Her heart sank as she stammered, "Welcome back, Yaya." He didn’t reply, just scoffed and asked, "Why did you come back?" Zain scratched his head and said, "We got an interval in training, so I decided to come home." Deen nodded and said, "Good for you. Zainab, bring me some lemonade and food to my room."

She hesitated, glancing at Umma, wanting to speak but fearing Deen's wrath. She kept her head down, stirring the salad she had taken