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Sayyid's POV

I was sitting in my living room, fully absorbed in a FIFA 18 match with Abdulsamad, the tension thick as we exchanged playful banter. Suddenly, my younger sister Sauda walked in, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. "Mami is calling for you," she teased, glancing at the screen with a grin.

I sighed, torn between the game and my mother's call. "Alright, I'll be right back," I replied, pausing the game and ruffling her hair as I stood up. With a quick grin at Abdulsamad, I left the chalet and made my way toward the main house.

I stepped away from my game and made my way to the main house. As I entered the living room, I spotted Ruqaiya and Najeeb engrossed in a TV show. "Where's Mami?" I asked, scanning the room for any sign of her.

"She's in the study," Ruqaiya answered, her gaze returning to the TV screen as if she hadn't just revealed the whereabouts of our mother.

I nodded in appreciation and made my way toward the study, the anticipation of seeing Mami stirring a sense of warmth in my chest.

I headed to the study where I had been told Mami was. I gently knocked on the doorframe before saying, "Assalam Alaikum," as I entered. She was sitting on the sofa, her laptop open on the table in front of her, immersed in whatever task had captured her attention. The soft glow of the screen illuminated her face, and I could see the familiar look of concentration etched there.

"Jam bandu na Mami," I greeted in Fulani, my mother's language.

"Jam sayyid am," she replied with a smile, through her eyes remained focused on her laptop for a moment longer.

Finally, she closed the laptop and turned to face me, her smile widening. It felt a bit unusual, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her mind.

"Sauda told me you were looking for me," I said, sinking into the plush cushions of the couch.

"Yes, I need you to go to Meera's house and collect my gold set for me, please," she replied, her expression serious but softening as she met my gaze.

I nodded. "Okay, Mami. Are you going to a wedding or something?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"Eh, diyar friend dita ake wa aure," she replied, smiling. "My friend's daughter is getting married."

"Oh, okay," I said, processing the information as I got up to leave the study. The excitement of weddings always had a way of lifting the spirits in our family.

My name is Sayyid Muhammad Remawa, the firstborn son of Engineer Muhammad Remawa and my beautiful mother. I have four siblings: Najeeb, Ruqaiya, Sauda, and Ameera. Meera is my half-sister, the daughter of my stepmom. She's a few years older than I am, married, and a mother to a lively little boy named Abdallah.

My father hails from Katsina state, while my mother is from Adamawa state. My stepmom, Hajia Zubaina Shettima—whom we all affectionately call Aunty—is from Borno state.

My father owns a construction company called "MR Construction Company," and I'm now the CEO. Baba has dedicated so much to the business over the years, and he often mentions that he needs to retire and enjoy his well-deserved rest—after all, he's not getting any younger!

I entered my chalet and informed Abdulsamad that Mami had sent me to Meera's to collect something for her. I was already dressed in black sweatpants paired with a Manchester United jersey. After grabbing my Tom Ford sunglasses, I quickly picked up my phone and wallet, ready to head out.

We made our way to the garage and hopped into my sleek, black-tinted Mercedes Benz S63. With the engine purring to life, we set off toward Meera's house in Asokoro, the anticipation of the visit buzzing in the air.

We arrived at a black iron gate on Nelson Mandela Street. I honked the horn again, and after a moment, the security guard approached and opened the gate, allowing us to enter the beautifully landscaped compound beyond.

We walked up to the front door and pressed the bell. A moment later, her maid answered and opened the door. We greeted her with a warm "Assalam Alaikum" and stepped inside. The well-furnished living room greeted us with a delightful aroma, making the space feel inviting and cozy. I turned to the maid and asked, "Where's Meera?"

"She's upstairs, sir," the maid replied. I nodded in acknowledgment and reached for my phone, dialing Meera's number. She picked up immediately.

"Meera, I'm at your house," I said as soon as she answered.

"Okay, I'm coming," she replied, her voice bright and cheerful. I could hear the hint of excitement in her tone.

A few minutes later, Meera came down the stairs, her baby bump now noticeably visible, adding a lovely roundness to her figure. She looked even more radiant, clearly embracing the joys of pregnancy with her second child. Her first son, Abdallah, was already three years old, and I could only imagine how excited she must be to welcome another little one into the family.

"So, what brought you guys to my house?" she asked, a warm smile on her face as she approached us. Her curiosity was evident, and I could sense her eagerness to catch up.

"Well, hello to you too, Mrs. Ibrahim Mahuta," Abdulsamad replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes for dramatic effect. His playful tone lightened the mood, eliciting a chuckle from Meera.

"Abeg, Mami sent me to collect her gold set from you. Otherwise, you probably wouldn't have seen us here," I said, smirking at her. It was always nice to drop by, but this visit definitely had a purpose!

"Oh, okay, so you're not even here to see me. Shikenan, ai," she replied, playfully rolling her eyes as she turned and headed back upstairs. Her lighthearted teasing only added to the warmth of the visit.

Abdulsamad and Meera are cousins; his dad and her mom are siblings. The familial connection always added a special dynamic to their interactions, filled with playful banter and shared memories.

I picked up the remote and switched to SuperSport, where a La Liga match between Madrid and Barcelona was playing. Just then, Meera returned, carrying a rectangular-shaped box. She handed it to me with a serious look, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Handle it with care, Sayyid," she warned, clearly wanting to emphasize the importance of the contents inside.

"Okay, now I'm going to sell it," I replied, smirking playfully. "By the way, where's my little guy, Abdallah?" I asked, scanning the room for her son.

"Babu ruwana fah, ah toh! Your little guy is at his grandparents' house," she replied, raising an eyebrow as if to remind me of my responsibilities. With a playful grin, she turned and headed back upstairs, leaving me to contemplate my next move.

We arrived home at Mississippi Street in Maitama. The security guard opened the gate, and we drove through, coming to a stop in front of the elegant water fountain that adorned the entrance. The sound of the gently flowing water added a serene ambiance to the evening.

I headed straight to the main house and went upstairs to Mami's room. I knocked gently and greeted "Assalam Alaikum" as I entered. She responded, and I stepped further inside, immediately enveloped by the amazing scent of bakhoor that filled the air, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere.

"Mami, here's your thing," I said, handing her the box containing the jewelry. The moment she took it, her eyes lit up with excitement, and I could tell how much it meant to her.

"Thank you so much, Sayyidi na," she said with a radiant smile, her gratitude evident in her warm gaze. It always felt good to make her happy.

I returned to my chalet and found Najeeb, Samad, and Ruqaiya in the living room, laughing about something amusing. I joined in on their banter, exchanging playful jests until Samad suddenly announced that he was leaving—his girl needed him.

"Ah Ahn, Ya Samad, ko kunya?" Ruqaiya teased, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you shy around us?"

"Ruqaiya, shy for what? Or for who?" he replied with a laugh, clearly amused.

"Of us now, your little ones," she said, chuckling as she nudged him playfully.

"Why would I be shy of you guys?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"Kai Mallam, just go and meet your girl," I urged, trying to push him along, playfully.

"You don't keep a girl waiting," Najeeb chimed in with a grin.

"Toh, goodnight, guys," he said, chuckling as he headed toward the door. I walked him outside to where he had parked his car, the evening air cool and refreshing.

Samad quickly dashed inside the main house to say goodnight to Mami and Aunty. Moments later, he returned, a satisfied grin on his face, before he hopped into his car and drove off into the night.

Samad has been my best friend since childhood. We've shared the same school and the same class since pre-nursery, creating countless memories together. However, we were separated when we reached university. Samad went to Lynn University in Florida, while I headed to Harvard University. Despite the distance, our bond remained strong, and we always found time to catch up whenever we could.

Samad being cousins with my sister also helped strengthen our bond. It felt like we were more than just friends; we were practically family, which made our connection even deeper. We shared family gatherings and celebrations, creating a network of support and laughter that enriched our lives.

Alhamdulillah, now we're all done with our studies and thriving in our careers, Mashallah. It's fulfilling to see our hard work paying off and to support each other along the way.

I returned to my chalet and found Ruqaiya, Sauda, and Najeeb gathered together. After exchanging some light banter, I decided to send the girls back to the main house. "Alright, you two, it's time to head back. Mami will be looking for you," I said, ushering them out with a smile. Once they left, the atmosphere felt a bit lighter, allowing me to catch up with Najeeb in peace.

Najeeb and I chatted about various random topics, enjoying the easy flow of conversation. We covered everything from our latest projects to funny childhood memories. Eventually, he stood up, stretching his arms. "Alright, I'm heading to my side," he said with a yawn. His chalet was right next to mine, making it easy for us to keep the conversations going whenever we wanted. As he walked away, I felt a sense of contentment, grateful for the close-knit family we had.

I made my way to my room to freshen up and prepare for bed. After changing into comfortable loose pajama pants and a soft shirt, I took a moment to pray my Nafils. Once I was settled, I hopped onto my bed and grabbed my laptop from the bedside table. I spent a little time reviewing some ongoing projects, jotting down notes and ideas, before finally deciding it was time to call it a night. The soft glow of the screen illuminated my thoughts as I reflected on the day's events, feeling grateful and content.

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