Innar Rabi exclaimed, “Innallillahi wa inna ilaihir raji un,” as she contemplated the children’s wedding, wondering how they would fare without her.

As Shatu and Rabi departed, Asia Sarkin Tsiwa Yar Gaggo stood watching them. She playfully remarked, “You two just stand there and watch me. Where are my mangoes?”

Asia’s distinctive hair and Rabi’s fiery temperament were well-known in their neighborhood. They exchanged humorous banter to amuse themselves.

Shatu chimed in with a smile, “That’s right, Asia.”

Asia indulged herself in a hearty meal and noticed a young boy nearby, deep in prayer. She quipped, “Looks like God has sent a good boy your way today, so beat it. Let’s go.”

The trio ventured out and eventually came across the young boy. Asia addressed him warmly, “Come here, cousin.” She observed the boy closely.

To their surprise, the boy replied, “I’m not your cousin,” hesitating as he looked at Asia.

Asia, the daughter of the king of Tsiwa Gaggo, rolled her eyes and retorted, “Eyyee, who’s your mother?” She continued, “I said, whose mother?”

Rabi chimed in, “Is it true that this child has no shame?”

Asia added with humor, “A fool with a comma above is a true fool!” They both ran away, snatching the bag of awara with them. They continued running until they were far away and decided to take a break. They found a quiet spot, changed their clothes, and eventually climbed up a mango tree.

Meanwhile, the boy they had encountered lay on the ground, crying and muttering to himself. A servant of God approached him, concerned. He asked, “Hafizu, are you alright? Why are you sitting here and crying like this?”

Through his tears, Hafizu replied, “They took me away from my mother. My aunt said she was gone, but she was with me.” His sobs overtook him.

The mischievous girls had entrapped yet another boy. Asia paid no heed to anyone’s advice when she had her sights set on a target. They were now perched in a mango tree, where Rabi inquired, “Asia Yar Gaggo, do you know what you’ve done?”

Quickly responding, Asia asked, “What’s the big deal?”

Back in the town owner’s room, they overheard a commotion as a young boy entered with a girl and closed the door. Rabi and Shatu listened closely.

Asia was nosey and asked, “Dad, who’s that? Get up and go to God’s place. I’ll find out what he’s up to.”

Shatu chimed in, criticizing, “That child should be ashamed.”

They overheard explicit conversations in the room, including the boy moaning and saying, “Please stay with me. Don’t let me suffer alone. You’re really good at this, Asia.”

Shatu remarked that they should make the boy pay dearly.

Asia added, “Let’s go home, but we’ll come back. It’s the night before the festival begins. Today, I’m afraid of him.”

So, they decided to return home. As they approached Gaggo’s house, Asia, the daughter of the king of Tsiwa Gaggo, noticed her aunt in the yard. She approached the window and greeted Gaggo as she entered the room.

Gaggo was puzzled and looked at Shatu and Rabi. He inquired, “Are you alright? Will you come inside, or will you stand there without greeting?”

Shatu responded, “Honestly, we have no greetings, Mr. Gaggo. By God, we’re starving.” She attempted to sit down.

Gaggo scolded her, “The way you’ve gone astray is apparent. Is this how you raise people’s children?”

Asia stood up, rebuking, “What kind of hypocrite came to our house to gossip?”

Gaggo sighed, replying, “There’s no smoke without fire. I know what I know. If you do wrong, God will prepare for you.”

The girls couldn’t contain themselves and fervently prayed, “Amen, O God, let Gaggo perish, let Gaggo perish. May God make us hate Gaggo.”

Gaggo was familiar with their antics. Asia contemplated for a moment before saying, “I believe it won’t take more than five weeks.”

She humorously reminded them, “Thank you, my dear mother. Innallillahi wa inna ilaihir raji un. You guys, we’ve spent five weeks without bathing. It’s time to take care of ourselves. God has prepared us. Today, let’s take a bath, and I’ll prepare some food.”

As she spoke, she suddenly noticed a commotion in the yard and rushed outside.

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