New G.R.A is a new neighborhood featuring beautiful, modern buildings with great appeal. Among these buildings, I spotted an enormous house that was the most beautiful and well-designed in the entire neighborhood of New G.R.A. I was particularly captivated by its color scheme of green and white.

Suddenly, I felt a strong desire to enter the house, so I decided to head there, feeling confident that the house, just like its exterior, would have an intriguing and entertaining story to tell. So, dear reader, if you’re eager to hear the story, follow me.

When I arrived at the gate, I found all the doors, both the small one and the main gate, tightly closed. "Oh, dear RASULU," I thought to myself, "how do I get inside now?" I pondered my next move, not knowing what to do, so I simply moved aside and waited.

After a while, I saw five very beautiful cars speeding towards the house. Three of the cars had no markings, but two of them had posters of a handsome, fair-skinned man named *Hon. Habibullah Hashim Soro* (BB Smart), running for the position of senator. To my surprise, the cars headed straight for the house.

Quickly, I hid to avoid being seen. The cars honked once, and the gatekeeper opened the gate swiftly, allowing them to enter one by one. As the gatekeeper was about to close the gate, I hurriedly sneaked in. "I hope no one saw me," I thought, chuckling to myself.

The house truly lived up to its reputation. Every corner was adorned with beautiful flowers, and their fragrance was so soothing it could calm anyone’s mind. I noticed three sections: two identical parts with impressive two-story buildings and one single-story building, all sharing the same color scheme.

From the first car, the driver quickly got out and opened the back door. A pair of long, slender legs stepped out, wearing black shoes. The person moved gracefully, still on the phone, so I couldn’t see their face. However, I noticed the person was fair-skinned, judging by his hand adorned with an expensive watch, which was also holding the phone.

He was tall and had broad shoulders, but he wasn’t overweight, suggesting he had a lean build typical of an athlete, with a flat stomach. He appeared to be around 36 to 37 years old.

He was dressed in a stylish black outfit that was evidently expensive. His head was bare, showcasing neatly groomed black hair that gleamed in the light. He finally turned, revealing his handsome face with a gentle smile, just as the others began to get out of their cars.

"Wow," I thought, recognizing him as the man from the poster. In person, he looked even better. He was incredibly handsome, with an aristocratic face featuring a long nose, striking eyes, and a neatly trimmed beard that added to his charm. He looked like someone accustomed to comfort and luxury. After making sure everyone had gotten out, he walked toward one of the parts with confidence and grace, still on the phone, while the others followed closely behind.

I quickly followed them, but by the time I reached, the door was already closed. I waited for a while until the two cars with posters drove away, and he went back inside, closing the door again. Left with no choice, I headed to the small part which was still open.

Inside, I heard the sound of Quranic recitation coming from a beautiful, well-arranged living room. An elderly, elegant man was sitting on a prayer mat, reciting the Quran in the traditional Fulani manner. He wore white clothes, a white cap, and a small turban, with glasses that seemed to be medicated. His hands held a large Quran with distinct pages known as Warsh. Beside him sat a young girl, also holding a Quran, though hers was a smaller Hafiz edition. She was wearing a black abaya, with a matching headscarf, and looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The elderly man recited slowly, and she responded in a sweet, soft voice. Nearby, a beautiful elderly woman in a red atamfa dress with yellow stripes sat on a cushion, listening to them. Her appearance indicated she was Fulani. They continued reciting for a long time until they finished Surah Al-Ankabut, after which the elderly man made a supplication, and they closed their Qurans. He asked her, "I hope you read Surah Al-Kahf?" She replied affirmatively, "Yes, I did." He responded, "Mashallah."

One look at the girl confirmed that the elderly couple were her parents because of their resemblance. The girl was indeed very beautiful, with large eyes that were not too big, adorned with long eyelashes and neatly shaped eyebrows that almost met. She had a long nose and small pink lips, which she kept sucking as if she were enjoying candy. Truly, she was captivating.

In a soft voice, she said, "Baffana (my father), I need to give my sweet *Feeya* her medicine because I know she hasn’t taken her evening dose yet."

Smiling warmly, he said, "Well, you and your sister both dislike taking medicine, and if you don’t give it to each other, no one else can make you take it, except for your Hamman (older brother) when he scolds you. She pouted and said, "But Baffa, *Hamman Habeeb* always scolds us," to which he replied with a smile, "Whatever it is, he is the one who can make you take your medicine."

With that, she stood up slowly and headed to a table filled with books to put away her Quran. Her figure was graceful, with a shapely body, especially her full chest, typical of Fulani women. Her abaya fit her perfectly, enhancing her beauty. Turning to the elderly woman, she said, "Inna, I’m going to see *Safeeya* and Hajiya," to which the woman responded, "Alright, give my regards to *Safeeya* and Hajiya," and she left the part.

She headed toward another part, not the one the others had entered. She walked gracefully, as if not wanting to disturb the ground beneath her, her body swaying slightly like a tree. Then, in a soft, pleasant voice, I heard someone say, "Hey!" I turned slowly to see who it was.

It was the handsome man, now dressed in a brown jalabiya, indicating he had showered and changed. This time, his face was serious, unlike earlier when he had been sm

iling. Firmly, he repeated, "Hey!"

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