He sighed before opening his iPad and turning on the WiFi. He first started checking her Twitter but there weren't much posts there except for her motivational words and some things she wrote about Eshal Home and the businesses she is dealing with. He is proud of how she deals with her business. For a woman, she sure is a hardworking and determined one.

Next was her Instagram account where he could see three hundred and fifty eight posts and one point one million followers whilst she is following only one account and that is Eshal Home. She apologized for not following her fans because she said she doesn't want anyone to feel left out if she followed someone and didn't follow the other, he understood her point.

He moved to the quote underneath her profile and read it out loud; 'Sin is not just doing a bad thing. It is also taking good things and making them the ultimate goal in your life.' He likes it for another odd reason, to some, it is not a big deal but he gave it a deeper meaning and knew that was the lane she took. There are certain things that people don't understand about quote not until it touched somewhere in their lives. There are places where people's head will never go and reading this quote, he knew there is just something underneath that needs to be yanked.

Scrolling down to her posts, he started reading her words, quotes and seeing her pictures. There are also some photos of a cute small girl that she kept posting, she is cute and looks somehow like Aisha Ilham but he didn't stop scrolling and stopped whenever her picture pops up, he will admire he'd beauty before moving down. There is one photo of her without makeup and she still looks breathtakingly beautiful. He doesn't get how she isn't married yet when any man would be head over heels in love with the beauty and brain.

Meandering to her motivational words, he saw a long one that took his attention and so he focus on that to get the inner meaning of it and not to only read it out loud in his lips. Her words always have something deep and raw making him yearn more.

"People will always make you vulnerable. They will make you scared to be you and to tell the truth because at any second, someone could turn against you and just decide one day that they don't want you and use everything you shared with them against you. Opening up and being vulnerable is the easiest way to get hurt. When you're open, honest and unguarded, you leave room for people to judge you. You create space for them to hurt you and damage you whole. And all you can do is hope they don't and they will at least hold onto the fact that you were once close or you just don't open up in the first place. And the latter is a lot easier and less heart wrenching than the first. There is nothing that hurts more than trusting someone only to get betrayed by that same person. 'Falling out of love is hard. Falling for betrayal is worse. Broken hearts and broken trust; Shontelle.' And also closing up doesn't work, you need to say it out to the moon since it won't whisper it to the stars nor anyone or you can do that straight on your pillow, it is yours and at least, it won't say a thing about your vulnerability. Stay strong, you have lovers out there."

He smiled and nodded his head, she really is beauty with lots of brain. She may look like a  chutzpah but he knew just how sensitive and soft she is on the inside, that is what her words are saying. He didn't know when he became so sensitive and understanding but any where she is concerned, he is just pushing himself deeper to get what is happening. He just wants to feel more closer to her though he's never seen her face to face.

He moved back to her highlights and saw her questions and answers. He found out that she is twenty five years old, and she doesn't look like one. She looks like she just clicked twenty two and graduated from college, he should've known after seeing Eshal Home was there for five years, she wouldn't have started that at any lower age, that is just the age she should know about business. He is still very proud of how she works, there are little women like her on earth.

He found out a lot about her through her highlights, a lot more than he'd wanted to but after seeing one, he will feel intrigued to read more and that is how he has everything about her in his mind. It is engraved like a missing piece to the meaning of his life. Is this only a challenge? He feels like it is becoming something more than just that but he brushed away and continued. He clicked the link to her YouTube channel link at the top of the profile and it popped out.

The same picture of that girl is her profile photo. He lie down on his stomach and use a pillow to support his head and kept the iPad in front of him. He tapped the first one and started watching one after the other and before he knew it, he was done watching seven of them and started feeling sleepy seeing her smiles and hearing her pacifying voice lulling him to sleep.

He has nine more to watch but he fell asleep smiling when she cracked a joke. It has been a very long day if he would say so himself but now that sleep has beckoned him, he won't complain and gave himself in completely. He has no other choice but to succumb to it's request.

Waking up to pray fajr, he plugged the iPad to charge before he comes back from the mosque so he could watch more again. And he did but this time, something did touched him and so he rewind back and pause, taking two deep breaths before playing again. He never expected to see something regarding to him though no one knows who he is, it still touched his company and himself.

"What do you think about AAA restaurants and stores and their foods?" She read the question from a phone as she looked down from the camera then raised a brow with a slight smile.

"This is a random question..." His heart dropped because for some odd reasons, he felt useless and the need to impress her started bubbling inside him but she continued talking.

"But I do like their restaurants because their foods are always out of the world and I will advise you to taste their Italian, it is my favorite and always has my taste buds dancing. It's still sad that we don't know the owner only the fact that he is a great Cook, I would like to meet him someday to get some recipes." And he grinned, it was so wide that his cheeks started aching.

He kept whistling as he took bath and didn't know when he started singing the song she sang with one of her sister's she named Lulu. He didn't even know when he downloaded to song 'It's You by Ali Gatie' and now he can't stop mimicking it in the bathroom and even when he is getting dressed to go to the office. Remembering her favorite colour is denim blue, he removed his armani set of suit, waistcoat and slacks with daisy white dress shirt.

When he reached down the stairs to his family, they all could feel the happiness moving around him in waves to which they raised their brows at but no one said a thing, if he wants to share, he will do that without them asking so they didn't bother and continue to have their meal. He revved his obsidian Lamborghini Urus and drove the his office.

In all around Lagos, Lamborghini Urus is owned by only three people and he is one of them. He heard that there is another musician that has it then a footballer, not like he cared. He only bought the car because he likes cars to death, especially sport cars and he has a lot of them now.

He went to the office grinning to widely that all his employees returned that same smile because he looks happy, real happiness was radiating off of him. He called for staff meeting with a good thing in mind, he will reward everyone that help his restaurants get that review from Aisha Ilham, it is all worth it.

"I'm adding five percent to your salaries by the end of this month, and make sure to tighten about the fact that no one should know my identity since you are the head of departments and you alone know about my identity. Now, tell me what and what should be done to this company and restaurants?" He opened the door for advises and it kept floating like a waterfall, they've been waiting for that.

After the meeting, he left for his electronics company that he is trying to thrive. His father asked him to use his degree for once and build something out from his hard work which he is trying to do now by creating some automatic door.

He loves cooking and so when he grew up and found out that he could cook a lot, he set his dream to own one of the most renowned restaurants and cooking schools in the world and that is slowly coming true because he is already well known so he decided to start with his electronics and use his degree. He mixes lots of things and when it gives good taste, he will just try and give it name that is how he started cooking slowly.

He started his small restaurant with the help of his father before people started asking him to cater for their weddings, naming ceremonies, birthdays, parties and from those small events, he met his father's old friend who helped his business blow but is dead now, may his soul rest in peace. He has helped him when he needed help and vowed to do anything for his family when they are in need.

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Aisha Ilham sighed and pulled up into their home and made her tired self into the house with a salaam. She was immediately engulfed in a bear hug and it was her sister, Nadirah, just like her name, she is always full of energy and is always beaming no matter what. But to Aisha Ilham, that is not just the time for hugs though she missed her terribly too, she is just too tired.

"Woah there, I know you missed me but I'm so tired right now i'mma fall on you." Ilham chuckled when her sister's body immediately left hers and she felt cold again, her sisters' hugs are always awesome.

"I just missed you so much. Ya Ammar and the girls will be back tomorrow and I can't wait for our Sunday night." She rambled as she accompany her to her room, just trying to fill her in.

"I miss you like you can't imagine, now go and get some sleep, we'll talk tomorrow." Aisha Ilham yawned and close the door to her room wanting to feel the softness of her bed engulfing her but she stopped and walked out of the room to check her daughter before going back to her room.

Like a light, she flashed out before she could even finish saying her prayers. She was so tired and knew she has a big day ahead. She is starting a wedding session with a bride who said she wants only her service and because she is best at doing the job and she knew that but sometimes she needs help.

Early in the morning, she woke up with her daughter jumping on her bed so she went to take her bath because Eshal was already dressed in her uniform and waiting for her down the stairs. She didn't hear a sound from her alarm which she clocked around fajr prayer. She must've being more tired than she thought she was.

She got dressed in her favorite midnight blue bandage smart waist loose jumpsuit with v neckline and lantern sleeves. Adding sky blue scarf and tying it like a turban, she took her sky blue grab hand bag and her all time favorite black round toe pumps, she looks good to go.

She likes dressing to impress because she feels like becoming famous makes her life interesting to people and each moment of hers is captured. Not only that fact, she is always like that and is always conscious with what she is wearing hence, she avoid the mistakes all together with her makeup.

"Good morning mama, Nadirah, Uwani. Eshal, come down and let's go!" She threw the words, immensely thanking her mother for keeping her black lunch bag on the couch near the door.

She wouldn't ask for any other and better mother than her very own wonder woman. Whenever she's late, she keeps her food in food flask so she can eat it when she reached her office. Her love for homemade food knows no bound and whenever she goes a day without having it, she feels hungry for the rest of the day.

Dropping Eshal at her school, she drove to her office and sighed when she saw that none of her clients are there so she is early. Her staffs are going up and down, cleaning places that should be cleaned because of the windy weather that ruins the surfaces with lots of dust. Well, that is winter for them.

Deciding to sit down in the main entrance of her building, she faced the front where a lot of business men are standing discussing something she knows nothing about. The building in front of her is a plaza that has been failing for the past three years so maybe they are finally going to sell it, she sighed and moved back to the salon. She will miss the nice neighbours there that don't get tired of showing their customers that she is there.

The first client walked in looking good if Ilham would say so herself. She is dressed in simple black maxi dress, white veil and matching cross bag. Almost raising a brow at how it didn't match in her eyes, she settled for a smile. It still looked good so, no problem.

"Hello, welcome." She rounded her desk and ask her to sit down before asking one of her staffs to bring refreshments for them.

"Hello, I'm Najma. Heard about how effective and flawless your skin beauty session is so I decided to join a month before my wedding. Is it okay for you?" The woman named Najma asked, moving forward to sip from the cold drink served to her.

"Yes, that is okay and we can start today if you want." Ilham detected rudeness from her behavior and she knew exactly how to handle those stupid rich girls that get money just when they start sulking.

"We didn't talk about the price?" Najma cocked her head to the side, as if waiting to throw the money to her face and Aisha Ilham forced a smile as usual. She doesn't want to sound bitchy to a customer and the smile always gets to them.

"You don't have to worry about that. I do like to finish my service before collecting a penny from that person and you can give the advance to my cashier at the entrance if you are really into paying it now." And she stood up, asking her to follow behind her.

She opened another door beside her office and walked in. The room is painted dark brown to avoid it from changing colour because of the things they use inside. They use a lot of incense burner and that would've dirtied the walls with it's intensity so the painter advised her to paint it a dark colour and the brown colour did it's work.

There are four wooden chairs that have the middle removed, so many incense, perfume, soaps and some other herbal leaves that even some botanists could not list. Most of her things are either from Maiduguri or straight from India. She makes sure her work is perfect and is said out to everyone which brought more customers to them. Her work is very effective and no one has ever complained about it.

"I will just inform my assistant so she won't have to look for me." Aisha Ilham said to Najma before leaving her in the room to go and look for Hibba.

"Where is Hibba?" She stopped another staff of hers to ask when she didn't find her peppy short friend anywhere around the whole building.

"She is outside talking to a man who hit her car just before she could park." Her staff, Patricia, a Yoruba girl pointed to the glass window she's been watching earlier before her client arrived.

Instead of thanking her, she sprinted to the door to see what the commotion outside her building is all about when she saw her friend apologizing to a man wearing a suit and sunglasses. From her view, she would have sworn the man is Arabian and came to visit some dying grandmother so she slowly tiptoed as if she would scare him away but in all truthfulness, she wants to see this man before he leaves so that when her friend is gushing about him later, she will criticise from her part. She knew the conversation is going to rise as soon as they settle down alone.

"Uh, hello? What is going on here?!" She tried to act nonchalance, waving her hand around the two black cars.

From everyone's point of view, all mistakes showed to her best friend. Her car literally hit his bumper and the place throttled in making a huge dent on the expensive black Lamborghini Urus making Aisha Ilham's heart drop to her stomach because if he says that they should pay him, she will have to sell her own car.

"I mistakenly hit his car when I was trying to drive through the building." Hibba apologetically said to Aisha Ilham and she looks too apologetic than her normal Hibba.

"We're so sorry about it, sir." Aisha Ilham apologized, finding the excuse to look at the Arabian hotie that massaged his trimmed beard before nodding and sliding back into the car, waiting for Hibba to remove her car out of the way.

Found her!