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They were hurriedly preparing for Faty's dinner party, constantly checking the clock mounted on the bedroom wall because they were running late, especially since they were the groom's closest friends and his representatives.
"Isham, we really need to leave now. Look, those poor people keep calling us repeatedly," Faruk said.
The one addressed as Isham looked up, checked the clock, and let out a short, frustrated sigh before saying, "Honestly, Faruk, my spirit is just not in this. I have never seen a wedding dinner like this before. A wedding without a groom? I doubt the bride will even find this enjoyable."
"Hmph, well, she is the one who said she is perfectly fine with it, so what is your business in this, mister? Honestly, it doesn't bother me at all because she knows who JAY is, and she accepted to marry him just like that," Harun chimed in with a laugh.
Yusuf stood up and said, "For God's sake, let's go. I know everyone is waiting for us right now. But seriously, all of you should switch off your phones to avoid Mami's calls, alright?" With that, they all exited the hotel room they were staying in, got into their cars, and headed straight toward Tudun Wada, the bride's neighborhood.
"Hello, we are at the front gate. Come on out."
"Okay, we are coming."
"Hey, get up, everyone! The guys are here," Haneefa, the bride's friend, called out.
They all stood up and came outside, shielding the bride in their midst. She looked stunningly beautiful, tall, and elegant—Masha Allah—as she easily outshone all her friends in stature. The car door was opened for her, and she stepped inside, letting out a deep sigh. Before her friends could get into the other cars, they took
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