The honking of the car prompted the gatekeeper to quickly emerge from his small room beside the gate. He removed the gate's chain and swung it open to allow the car to enter. As the gate swung open, a young woman, who looked about 25-26 years old, and a young man sitting next to her on a plastic chair, dressed in a light-colored, ironed shadda, both looked up to see who was entering. They had been chatting, as evident from the smiles on their faces.

The car drove in and parked in the designated parking area. The back door of the car opened, and a young fair-skinned girl, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, stepped out, pouting and looking annoyed. She wore white flat shoes and had tiny feet, likely around size 37. Her pencil jeans fit snugly, highlighting her slim hips and slightly rounded bottom. Her left ankle was adorned with a stylish silver leg chain that added a touch of elegance to her appearance.

She wore a simple, white, non-logo t-shirt made of soft fabric, perfectly clean without a single stain. Around her neck was a delicate, triple-layered necklace with moon-shaped pendants, the longest of which hung down to her waist, shimmering softly. Her face was makeup-free, her naturally pink lips were dry, and her large, light grey eyes stood out, framed by thick, dark eyebrows. She had a small sky-blue headscarf loosely covering her head, revealing half of her neatly braided hair.

On her left wrist, she wore a digital watch, and on her right, a fine, simple bracelet that accentuated her slender wrist. She was petite, not particularly tall or short, and she had a delicate, lightweight frame.

She glanced at the driver who had opened the door and stepped out after turning off the car. With a pout and a tone of annoyance, she said, "Isa, won't you give me my bag? I'm tired of standing." Isa, the driver, hurriedly approached her with respect and said, "Sorry, Autan Mummy, let me get it for you." She stepped aside, frowning, and placed one hand on her waist as she waited for him to retrieve her bag.

Isa brought her a white backpack, the kind students use, and handed it to her with a smile. "Here you go, Auta," he said. She snatched the bag from him as if they were arguing, turned around, and started walking briskly into the yard, her hips swaying alluringly in her jeans.

From a distance, she shot an angry glare at Siddiqa, who was watching her. When she reached Siddiqa, she let out a loud hiss and said, "Don't just sit there staring, thinking you'll get something. Staring is a useless occupation," she said, rolling her eyes and walking away without greeting the man sitting next to Siddiqa.

Furious, Siddiqa stood up from her chair to follow the girl, but Sadiq grabbed her hand and said, "Where are you going? Leave her alone. Can't you see she's just a child?" Angrily, Siddiqa pulled her hand free and said, "Baby, I swear, her disrespect has gone too far. I won't respond to her alone, but this time, she insulted us both by hissing at us and calling us stare masters. That's an insult. I will break her mouth today in this house."

Before Sadiq could say another word, she pulled her hand away and stormed inside, her chest heaving with anger at how Auta had disrespected her and Sadiq right in front of the man she was going to marry.