Around ten o'clock at night, the town became quiet. Some people had already gone into their homes to rest after a busy day.
But in one part of the town, music was playing loudly in a big event hall. People were coming and going, and food and drinks of different kinds were being served. Just by looking, you could tell it was a wedding for wealthy people. The hall was beautifully decorated, and the guests looked well-dressed and elegant. Expensive cars were parked all around the event hall.
The bride and groom sat at the high table, watching their guests celebrate. The bride’s friends, the groom’s friends, family members, and important guests were dancing and enjoying themselves. People were throwing money at the dancers to appreciate their performance, while the DJ kept hyping them up, encouraging the fun and excitement.
Then, the Master of Ceremony (MC) spoke through the microphone and said, "Masha Allah! Truly, this is a wedding of wealthy people. Well done to the bride’s friends and the groom’s friends for showing so much energy and love. Your support for the couple is amazing.
But as we enjoy this celebration, I have an announcement. Some very important guests have just arrived. They accepted our invitation to join us and add to the fun of this wonderful wedding. Among these special guests is DJ Sultan and his dance team. And with them is a famous star, a young woman known for her amazing dance skills, Princess Amira, whose talent shines brightly among the best dancers…"
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Tsit ƙaton falon yayi, ba ka jin sautin komai, sai ƙarar gudun AC.
Sai mutanen falon da suke tsaye sun yi cirko-cirko, kamar masu jiran wani sakamako.
Wata matashiyar budurwa ce, durƙushe a kan gwiwoyinta, fuskarta ɗauke da wani yanayi na tsantsar damuwa, da tashin hankali, fuskarta tayi sharkaf da hawaye.
"Yanzu sakamakona kenan a wurinki? Irin wannan sakamakon shi na cancanta daga gare ki ko?"
Cikin ƙulewa wata babbar mace ta ce "Dama wani sakamako ka ke saka ran samu daga tsintaccaiyar mage? Ai ba za ta taɓa mage ba, abun da na din ga ankarar da kai kenan, tun a shekarun baya, amma ka kasa ankarewa, yanzu ta nuna maka ita ƴar kunama ce"
Budurwar ta yakice gumin da yake tsatstsafo mata, ba tare da nadamar abubuwan da suke gudana ba a ƙasan ranta, a zahiri ta ce "Ba mummunan sakamako bane ba, abun da ka tarbiyantar da ni a kai ne, gaskiya ita nake tsaye a kai, bani da niyyar cutar da kowa a gidan nan, kowa aikinsa yake yi, yakamata ayi mini adalci, ba a goyi bayansa a nuna ni ce nake kan ƙarya ba
