They sat together in the cozy parlor, engrossed in a movie. Zainaba rested her head on Usman's thighs, enjoying the comforting touch of his fingers running through her soft hair. As she looked up at him, she realized their food was almost ready, and she voiced her concern.

"D, our food is almost finished. I think we only have rice, nothing more," she said, a hint of worry in her voice.

He snapped, "For now, I don't have money. We need to manage."

Ok then she smiled and say "Okay, then what's that I'm smelling?" She. . .