I was seated at home luxuriously when a knock came at the door.I opened the door and in came kambuli, looking very concerned about something. There was something bothering as usual, and she wanted my input. I welcome her inside, naturally, and showed through living room. She was dressed modestly- white hijaab which was tied too tight on her head, squeezing her fat cheek to contour hills.
Basra: Hi Kambuli, u seem very sad walaal -- what is the matter?
Kambuli. Silent.
Basra: Do you want to talk about it?
Kambuli: I think i am pregnant, walaal, i am not sure who is the father, Sir luggoyo or Cawar.
Basra: Silent.
Kambuli : R u okey-- Basra?
Basra: Fainted.
Kambuli: I am kidding looooooooool
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