"With whose permission did you go out?" He asked calmly as he shoved his hands in his sleeping wear pocket. She folded her arms around her chest while she looked away. She had no explanations to give or any excuses. He had caught and she couldn't argue and she had no other choice but to keep her mouth shut. "I said who gave you the permission to go out? I'm talking to you and you're ignoring me, are you deaf?" He raised his voice, making her to jolt back.

"I.. I... my friend came here and asked for my help. She wanted to go visit her aunt and she had no car and I volunteered to help her. You should be proud that I helped someone...." she still tried to lie.

"You're lying, amira. You don't even feel anything when lying? Especially to me! Are you even.... Okay, so after you went to the naming ceremony that you also didn't tell me about, you decided to branch at that prostitute's house? What took you there amira? Haven't I warned about this girl karima?" He asked disappointed.

Her whole body trembled in fear, how did he knew she went there? "Now who told you I went to a naming ceremony for crying out loud? People won't just mind their business. I... I just.. I didn't," she stuttered then paused.

"You actually thought there wasn't going to be anyone who knows you there? The most heartbreaking part is your dressing, and that stupid human being you called your friend because you're too dumb to realize she's not the kind of person you should mingle with."

"That's enough, muhsin. You insulted my friend that wasn't nothing to you, you called her aunt a prostitute which is a big lie, you insulted me also... what else, muhsin? What else? Whatever I do is always wrong, right? I am always the bad person here? And who are you to tell me who I will mingle with? Do I keep an eye on who you're friends with? I am old enough to..."

"Just shut up! Shut up! You're very stupid, Amira. You have the audacity to talk back at me after what you've done? You have the audacity to raise your voice at me instead of apologising because your brain isn't functioning well? As from today, if I see that woman any where near my house I will deal with the both of you and if you ever, I mean ever step your foot out without my permission, you'll regret knowing muhsin in your life."

He angrily stormed out of the room and banged the door. She settled down on her bed when her legs couldn't take it anymore. She can't go out without his permission? That was impossible, he knew that. Now he wants to separate her from her closest friend. She hissed annoyingly and stood up like she was sitting on a sharp needle. She paced around her room thinking what she actually did wrong?

What's there if she goes out without his permission. Her mother had never stopped her from going out, except her father which it wasn't all the time that he bays at her. She did absolutely nothing wrong. Stopping her from going out or mingling with Karima is what he can never have power over it.

She shrugged it off and laid down on her bed after she had turned off the lights. She is her own boss and no one could control whatever she wished to do.

**

The next day he got ready early and headed to daddy's house to pick up Dalia as she was starting her registration that day. He reached the house and parked the car at the parking lot before he stepped out. He entered the living room, uttering greetings.

Daddy was all dressed up, eating his breakfast at the dinning room together with mommy and Dalia. He ushered muhsin in and asked him to eat breakfast before they leave. Amira's mother didn't say anything after she had answered his greetings. At the end, she stood up and left the place without finishing her breakfast.

"You should get going now before you get late. Dalia, call the driver when you're done, he will come pick you up later," he informed her and she nodded. "Allah bada sa'a," he prayed and she answered. He gave her enough money before she followed muhsin outside to his car.

She entered the car before he started the ignition. "I hope all what they'll ask for is here with you," he spoke as he peered at the brown file she was holding. "Yes, everything is here," she responded while nodding. They zoned out of the house and headed to Nile University.

She scanned through the buildings, the students walking about and everything her eyes landed on while a smile grew wider on her face. He gazed at her and looked away before he smiled a little. He could say that was the first time he saw her excited about something. The car came to a halt and she looked at him. "Let's head in and see if they have started with the screening," he told her before coming down the car.

She gently came down the car and swayed her bag on her shoulder before hugging her file to her chest as she started following him into the building. He shoved his right hand in his pocket as he looked around the place. The hall was crowded with people, and the chaos was perfect. There were different groups with different skin complexion, tribe and gender. She also walked into the hall filled with people she doesn't know. She hugged her file tighter and exhaled.

Muhsin spotted a group of girls and walked over to them. "Salamu alaikum," he greeted. They all looked up thinking he might be a lecturer. They answered before he spoke again. "This is my sister.... Ermm... Dalia, she's new here and she's starting her registration today. Please if you don't mind, it will be amazing if you guide her through it."

"Sure, no problem. We're also starting ours today. We will help her in sha Allah," one of them assured him. He thanked them before he turned to leave. She looked at his retreating back and sighed. She felt horror-stricken all of a sudden. All the reasons not to do that came flooding in, as if her body chemistry just sent them a blanket invitation. She felt the soft panic that could grow or fade depending on what she does next. It would fade if she ran to him and follow him home, but then she still has to come back tomorrow or the next to do it. There was no way out of it.

"Come let's sit, Dalia. The screening is about to start," one of the girls jolted her out of her ocean of thoughts. She smiled a little before she followed them to the seats arranged in the hall. "My name is Hamida, this is Asiya, and this is Amina," hamida introduced herself and her other new friends she also met that day. Dalia looked at the person called Amina, her mother's namesake. "It's pleasure to meet you all. I am Dalia Ja'afaar. I was offered microbiology," she spoke gazing at the girls. "Me too, hamida was offered civil engineering while Asiya was offered Biochemistry."

Her mother's namesake and also her course mate. She smiled brightly and nodded, feeling a bit relieved. They continued conversing till it was their turn to go through the screening. After that, they headed out to the mosque and prayed before going to the cafeteria to eat lunch before they went back for their second screening.

Dalia looked at the student around who doesn't seem friendly or care about anything. She heaved a sigh thinking if she could cope being around rich people like them. She gawked at her new friends and looked away. They seem very friendly, maybe because they thought she was also rich? She was wearing one of the new abayas daddy bought her few days ago. She doesn't look anything close to a rich kid except the dress and shoes she was wearing and also her bag. Does that count? Her face showed a typical villager, if she may say.

"What would you like to eat? Or should I order anything for you?" Hamida asked politely as she smiled at Dalia. She slowly nodded and returned a smile before looking away. They continued conversing while waiting for their order.

"Dalia is there something bothering you? You're so quiet," Asiya observed since when they started talking dalia haven't said a word. She looked at them, eyes widened before she shook her head a smiled. "No at all. When is the second screening starting?" She asked instead. "They've already started, we just need to eat before we go do ours, that's if the queue isn't long," Hamida responded. Dalia sighed and nodded.

After they have eaten lunch, they moved back to the hall, waiting in line for their turn to do the second screening. If they were lucky, they might finish everything that same day.

"I think we should leave this second screening till tomorrow," hamida spoke tiredly. Asiya chuckled softly, "says the girl that was offered the toughest course among ours. And besides it just 2pm now. If we don't get to do it by 4, we can leave it till tomorrow or the next." Dalia quickly nodded in agreement. She preferred to do everything in just two to three days before they started attending lectures.

"I heard we're starting lectures in two weeks so it's better we finish our registration early," Amina spoke. Hamida sighed and slumped in her seat. Dalia noticed hamida was the talkative one but also the lazy one and carefree. Amina talks too but not as Hamida did. Asiya was the gentle one, she always had a smile on her face.

An hour later, they had finally done their second screening and they were to began with their registration which was the easy part. They walked outside the hall to the parking lot. "We should exchange numbers," hamida suggested and they all agreed except Dalia that was peering at their faces. The three exchanged numbers before turning their attention to Dalia who kept fiddling with her fingers. "Your turn Dalia, what's your number?" Hamida asked politely.

"Uhh, I don't know actually. My mother just gave me the phone so I'd be conversing with the driver but you can give me yours and I will save it." She brought out her small phone her mother gave her few days ago and handed it to Hamida. She smiled and took it before she dialled her number. She saved it afterwards before she gave it to the others to also save their numbers.

She searched through the phone, looking for the drivers number. After she has seen it, she dialled his number and informed him she was done for the day. "Where do you live?" Asiya asked her. Dalia looked up from her phone, "me?" She asked pointing at herself. Asiya nodded gently as she beamed. She hesitated before replying. Was she going to tell them that she lives in Kuje or Daddy's house at Maitama. "I live in Maitama," she found her voice. It would be too early or rather weird to start speaking about herself that much.

They continued conversing while Dalia only spoke when it was necessary for her to do so. Amina left first then Hamida before Dalia left Asiya alone waiting for whomever was to come pick her up.

The driver dropped her off at home and went back to daddy's office like he was instructed to do so.

Meanwhile, amira paced around her room as she dialled on Karima's number. It was the umpteenth time she was calling her that day but she never picked. At the end she switched off her phone. She wanted to take the risked of going out but whenever she remembered his furious expression, she grew more and more despondent. And she knew he would be back in just few hours.

She hissed as she walked over to her closet and fetched out her veil and car keys before she hurriedly stepped out. She entered her car and started the ignition before zoning out of the house after the gate man has opened the gate for her.

She stepped on the gas as she looked at the rear mirror like someone that committed a suicide. She finally arrived at karima's house, she couldn't even choose how to deal with her for not answering her calls. She swallowed the anger as she walked to the gate and banged on it till the gateman hurriedly opened it to see who dared bang at the door like that. His facial expression changed when his eyes met amira. "Good evening madam. Hajiya is not around, she went out with one man since in the morning and...."

"Shut up," she yelled before hissing. She walked over to her car and entered. She took her phone from the passengers seat before she dialled again but it was switched off. She started the car as her heart pounded against her ribcage.

She was about to leave when she spotted Karima dropping off from someone's car. She heaved a sigh of relief before she stepped out of the car. Karima was about to head in when she saw amira walking over to her.

She smiled, scratching the back of her head. "Amira, hey, I didn't know you were...."

"Just Kindly hand me my jewelries please," she spoke as she stretched out her hand to karima. "Let's head inside first we need to talk." She insisted but amira shook her head. "Please I need to head home before my husband does just remove it now and let me leave," she urged her. Karima hissed slightly before she took off the whole set of gold she was wearing and handed it to the owner. Amira turned away and started walking towards her car.

"I will call you later, I have gists," karima yelled but amira didn't turn or thought of replying. She got into her car and drove away. She looked at the gold and heaved a sigh of relieve. If something had happened to it what would she tell her husband. Not that he would care the fortune it costs but because his mother gave it to her. She knew how he valued his mother and how he takes whatever she gives him seriously.

Her heart did a back flip when she drove into the house same time he was dropping out of his car. He looked at her car and exhaled tiredly. He waited till she parked the car and alight from it. She slowly started walking over to him but he stopped her by raising a hand. "Muhsin... I.."

She daren't move, she daren't even breathe. She was frozen to her spot. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Deep heavy breathes sound. His face sent chills down her spine. He moved closer to her as he stared at her hand. "What's that you're holding?"

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