She sat on the white stool in front of the dressing table, one leg crossed over the other, shaking them with a certain speed. A single glance at her face would reveal an intense expression of anger and distress clearly etched across her features, an anger that no doubt was causing a deep ache in her heart.
Even the color of her eyes and face had changed, a sign that she had been crying heavily. It was evident that not much time had passed since her last bout of tears.
She felt a deep sense of frustration and distress within her. She was trying to calm herself down, but it seemed like an impossible task.
She was one of those women who couldn't keep their anger and frustration bottled up without expressing it to the person who caused it.
"If it's okay, I'd like to go out today, but I won't be gone for more than two hours, I promise," a voice softly echoed through her window, breaking through her curtains and reaching her ears.
Just hearing the voice made her feel as if a hammer had struck her heart. She wanted to hear the response from the person the question was directed at, so she quickly stood up and harshly pulled back the curtain.
She could clearly see the two people talking calmly. The man was tall and well-built, giving him a strong and handsome appearance that made him stand out as a MAN. Although he wasn't extraordinarily handsome, he definitely didn't fall into the category of unattractive. He had a dark complexion, which Hausa people refer to as "wankan tarwada," and was wearing a soft, sky-blue outfit that added to his composed and attractive appearance.
