'I am sorry if you i offended." Spoke Gifted with a somewhat honest feelings but a little reserved feelings of evilishness in her eyes.
"No, its ok macaanto. No need to apologize, when i yelled' I beg your pardon, it wasn't an expression of being offended. I was merely struck by the grace of your politeness.
Gifted, excuse herself to go the kitchen and help her aunt with the refreshments,she was gone at least 10 minutes, and that left Basra feeling cold and inspired to be more nosey. She examined the room very quickly, finally dusted the table with her finger, it was bugging her.
Shockingly, there was no dust. How is it possible, she asked herself.She quickly looked around and saw nothing alarming other than Mawacwiis throw on the dinner table and an Arafat Ciimaamad thrown casually on the single sofa away from her.This is a single mother home, why is there mens stuff laying around? Basra had these random thoughts flash her fresh rosey cheeks as she calculated the possibility of a houchie single mother aunt.But she quickly whispered Caudubilaahi, to remove her this poisonous whispers of suspicions. Or she may have seen the aunt walk in with delicious, inviting lemonade drinks and marble cakes.
They sat down beside Basra and began to serve with smiles and talks. Basra couldn't help it.
'Whose Ciimaamaad is that, taloow? I understand the kids children is in Somalia, and he never came to the states. Do you have a male relative guest- Aunt Xawadley? Basra said as she drank her lamonade and still eyes open above the tip of her glass, waiting for an answer in a shameful whisper and look.
Gifted had a look of shock. She could not believe the reer baadiyeniimo of her guest.
The insolence, the rude assumptions, the audacity to inquire gossip, so nakedly. All went through Gifted, as Basra was busy talking to the aunt. Gifted, decided thereupon to hate this woman.
"Aaawww Basra you and curiousity! That ciimaamaad belongs to my nieces- Foxxy and her 8yrs old son r wearing that for Halloween.
Basra did not know whether to believe or reject it. But she did know how to devour the cake with small turns of pieces at a speed that can almost be marked as gluttony.
Disclaimer: i am out of time. Will continue later.
Isma-- i am stating Basra truth here, nothing personal. I am what u get! I hate to sound like dr, phil, but i tell like it is. 
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