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Sukwane emerged from his quarters, instantly revealing his upscale appearance. At first glance, you'd recognize him as a stylish individual. He wore a white shirt from the MK brand, paired with blue MK jeans. His watch was a Rolex, valued at approximately ten thousand American dollars. A ring adorned his finger, adding to his refined look. His shoes were black MK brand casuals. The fragrance he wore was overwhelming, a blend of Tom Ford The King and Arabian King Oud. His face was handsome, fitting the ideal of classic Hausa beauty, with a tall, broad face and well-groomed beard that complemented his round face.

His lips were full, with a slight pout, though not overly pronounced. His long, sharp nose and large, expressive eyes—dark with a blue tinge around the edges—further highlighted his striking appearance. He had a well-built physique, broad shoulders, and a chest filled with strength, complemented by well-defined muscles and a tight waist. He had a commanding presence, making his appearance both impressive and memorable.

He quickly made his way into the first lounge, then moved swiftly to the second lounge, and up to the third floor where he found his mother having her makeup done for a social event she was attending. He approached her with respect and greeted her warmly. She responded graciously and then asked,

"Hakeem, where are you off to?"

He smiled and replied, "We're heading to Lagos, Ummi. Our flight is at 11 this morning."

She frowned slightly and said, "But didn’t you say you’d postpone the trip to next week, Hakeem?"

He sighed, clearly burdened by his response, and said, "Ummi, Nihal is traveling today as well. Please let me go; it's an important work trip."

She withdrew and pulled out her phone, worried, thinking, "When will Nihal and Hakeem ever cooperate on this matter?" She dialed her close friend, Hajiya Baraka, for advice. After exchanging pleasantries, she asked,

"Hakeem says Nihal isn’t staying behind?"

Hajiya Baraka replied with a smile, "Nihal is right here with me. She definitely wants to go, but her father won’t allow it, and all she does is cry about it."

She sighed before continuing,