CHASING MY HEART, A TSAKANIN SO

CHASING MY HEART, A TSAKANIN SO Complete Document Written By Aysher Angel

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**Katsina Town:**

In the chilly morning of Katsina Town, a dense fog envelops the streets, giving the illusion of rising smoke when one looks into the distance. The sun struggles to pierce through, casting a reddish hue. Most individuals venturing outside are clad in sweaters, cold hats, glasses, and some even wear face masks. Santa, hosting the homes of low-income residents, comprises mostly small, ground-floor structures with unpaved roads. Despite the cold, children make their way to school.

Amidst the modest houses, I noticed a flat structure with a substantial metal gate, though strangely lacking an actual gate. The spacious attic is enclosed, and a short distance away, an empty room with a well and three other rooms can be found. The house, meticulously painted, emanates cleanliness.

Inside, a spacious bedroom boasts a bathroom, a grand royal bed with luxurious bed sheets and various pillows. A closet with a makeup-filled dressing mirror, a shoe rack, a sofa with a glass table, and a fridge complete the room. The atmosphere is further adorned with a designer carpet.

**9:30 am:**
The bedroom’s wall clock indicates the time. A captivating sixteen-year-old girl lounges in the middle of the royal bed, draped in a blanket, iPhone 11 in hand. She’s dressed in a black sleeping gown with a veil over half of her hair, revealing her eyes, just waking up from sleep.

She admires her appearance, attributing her beauty to the light, expressing gratitude, and acknowledging her figure’s allure. With black eyelashes, white-as-milk eyes, and distinct features, she radiates charm. The girl, engrossed in her phone, suddenly remembers something, breaking into a smile, revealing dimples, and letting go of a red package in her hand.

In a moment of distraction, she receives a call and, oblivious to a video call, she says, “I’m sorry, I forgot, but here are the pictures I sent you…” Unaware of the ongoing video call, she moves and accidentally drops her phone while adjusting her iPad. As she stands, her veil falls, showcasing her smooth, white legs, captivating and enchanting.

**Abuja:**

In a spacious office within his company in Abuja, Abdurrahman, a handsome and remarkable man, receives an unexpected call. Pulling out the phone with surprise, he exclaims, “Rumaaa…” Saida calls again, and Rumana, who had been kneeling to pick up her veil, answers the call, unaware of the video aspect. Abdurrahman, calming down, greets her with a soft, husky voice, “Salaam work…”

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