Chapter 32

Hawa’s POV

Someone knocked.

I unplugged the iron, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and went to open the door. I was ironing the clothes I had washed yesterday.

“Good morning.”

“Hello, Moud! Come in!”

I stepped aside, and he walked in, taking a seat on the couch.

“Your place looks so different since the last time I was here. It’s really nice.”

“Thank you.”

“So, you refuse my money but accept Ousmane’s?”

“What makes you think it’s from him?”

“Who else? I know you can’t afford this kind of fancy furniture.”

“It’s not from him; it’s from his mother. Can I get you something? Water, juice? Or food?”

“Anything is fine, Hawa.”

“Moud, are you here to talk about my furniture?”

“You know what, Hawa? I just realized why you don’t want to marry me. You’re in love with Ousmane. You may deny it, but it’s obvious.”

“Look, Moud, I don’t have time for this. I thought you were here to talk about us, but s