Tagged Ƙaddarar ramlah book 1 complete na nana diso

.....I went in and pulled on my hijab, I started cooking like someone who has been used to this life since birth. "Ramlah, wash the dressing, then grind the tomatoes. When you're done, grind the spice powder, but grind half of it, you know your father doesn't eat spicy food very much," These words of hers are more than ten times daily, as well as the way she tries to show that she cares, while I know better than anyone that I have a different position in her heart. I didn't finish leaving the town when I heard Abba's greeting, that is my father. She quickly came out of the kitchen laughing, "Well, Alhaji, welcome! Come here early, we are about to finish the meal." "Hello, Abba." I looked at him while he was studying and I heard him say, "God bless Ramlatu." I think the community is responding. I turned away from the spear and struck, and continued my work. "Wai Ramlah, won't you hurry?!" Her voice filled the entire house. "By the way, if you can't work like I have to, I don't know why you are upset! The day I don't have a soul, you will prove that I am a privilege for you!" My head is bowed, my body is shaking. I feel that her words cut my heart, but I could not say anything to her