She loved the scent of wet sand, it had just rained and Habiba was seated at the flowered Gazebo, which had a nearby garden which the rain had wetted the dry loamy soil, the scent made her head swirl in different emotions.

Her first thought, at the top, was Amal. she wondered how the little girl was doing, She had been bothered ever since the Day the Nanny had Angrily grabbed little Amal from her arm, she could feel the Anger in the Nannys grip which she knows is hatred, Annoyance and any other Black emotion felt by the heart.

She picked up her phone and went straight to The Google app where she typed in Amar Sheikh, And in a jiff, All his info flooded the screen of her phone.

"Amar sheik, CEO OF SHEIKH ESTABLISHERS" she read loudly what was on the net, she also read that his Net worth was worth three hundred Billion USD. Her mouth was already agape. she read more and more informations about him.

She went further into reading his Biography, He was Twenty nine years old, which meant he was nine years older than her.

His favorite sport was basketball and his favorite food was Rice and milk, which was a weird combination. She went further to reading about his location, but it was only his office details that were written on The net, it was written that his office was located at Jabi. A picture of a big building was Added there too.

"Ya habi" Afnan shouted so Loudly because Habiba was lost in her phone, which she stared at with so much Attention.

"Ya Habiiiiiii" she screamed again which finally Got the Attention of poor habiba who was startled.

"Yes Afnan, what is it?" She asked.

"Mum is calling for you and she does not look happy" Afnan said making Habiba smile.

"why are you smiling?, you should Be petrified" Afnan said making habibas, smile widen.

"Why should I be petrified!, I'm used to her shenanigans" She said, getting up from the plastic chair and walking over to Afnan.

"Hmm... Ikr" Afanan mumbled.

They both walked inside the house, they went towards the stairs that led to their mum's room.

"I'll wait for you over here" Afnan whispered, giving her a thumbs up.

Habiba breathed in and out before entering into her mother's room, where she found her mother seated on the Bed with her legs folded as she stared towards the door.

"Come here!" her mother said.

"If it's about the wedding, forget about it. Because I'm not accepting it ever" she said to her mum.

"You must be joking" her mother said.

"I promise you I am not joking and please call them and tell them that I have turned down their proposal" She Spoke in command to her mum, who had an unquenchable scrunch on her face.

"Don't taste my patience habiba and I believe I have enlightened you about the consequences of disagreeing to this Proposal" her mother said.

"Aren't you Ashame of blackmailing your own daughter" She said, tears cascading down her cheeks.

Her mother stared at her, and let out a loud sigh.

"Do you think I am doing this for myself?" Her mother asked.

"i don't know" came her rude response as she put her hands at Akimbo.

"Come and sit down here my daughter" her mother spoke so calmly for the first time and she Abided.

"Amal" her mother called the little girls name before speaking "she is the reason why I want you to get married to Amar"

"why?" Habiba got interested at the mention of Amal, whose thought had clouded her mind.

"That poor little child has never had a mother's Love since birth, she lost her mother even before she was born into this world" her mother's words made her eyes burn as tears threatened to fall.

"I don't understand" habiba wrinkled her bushy eyebrows.

"Her mother placed her in an incubator and left her father" Her mother said.

"why?" habiba inquired.

"I don't know, but that was what was told to me by Amar's mum" her mother said.

"Mum, This is about my life and I do care about Amal but if I marry her father, I know it'll never work out" she said to her mum.

"It Will, I promise. Amar is a nice man" her mother mumbled " just go and see little Amal for once, ask her ‘Do you miss your mummy and hear what she'll say’" her mother said.

Habiba contemplated at first but something in her told her to Go,

"What is their Address?" She asked.