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Meanwhile, downstairs, a storm was brewing.

"Ramlah! Get the food flask already! Why are you acting sluggishly all of a sudden?" Hafsa bellowed, her voice laced with barely contained excitement. To celebrate her daughters return, she decided to prepare all of her favorite dishes.

"Mum." Ramlah rolled her eyes and face palmed. "I just did a while ago, It's right in front of you."

"Oh! Right!" She smiled sheepishly. "How about the cupcakes in the oven, have you checked them?"

Ramlah rolled her eyes again. "Mum, you literally put them in the oven like a minute ago. There is no way they are baked already." She groaned.

"Can you blame me, my dear? I just want everything to be ready before she wakes up. I hope you didn't set an alarm for her? Let her sleep for as long as she wants. She looks exhausted."

"No alarm, mum," Ramlah reassured her.

"Good, good. Now, let's get back to cooking. While I check on the rice in the kitchen, why don't you start setting the table." Hafsa inst