EPISODE TWELVE Hajia Shukroh: (Heading to the door) Hold on, I’m coming. (Opens the door.) Hazeemah: (Tiredly enters) As-salam alaikum warahmatullah, Mum. (Falls onto the couch.) Hajia Shukroh: (Confused) Wa alaikum salam warahmatullah wabarakatuh. What happened? (Joins her on the couch.) Hazeemah: You didn’t tell me marriage was like this! Hajia Shukroh: What is the problem? I was about to call you to thank your husband. My store is filled with foodstuffs, he bought me a bigger fridge, and he sent ₦500,000 to my account. Hazeemah: (Sitting up) When was that? Hajia Shukroh: Last night. So, tell me, what happened? Hazeemah: (Takes out her phone, about to dial his number, then pauses) Maybe I’ll wait until I get home. Only Allah knows how the house will be shaking right now. Hajia Shukroh: What is going on? Can’t you talk? Hazeemah: The thing is, my husband wants us to relocate abroad because of his family issues. (Interrupted.) Ummu Fatimah: (Comes out of the kitchen) Ummu, here’s...