Abba and Umma were in a panic as they raised Suhaima. Umma quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbed some water, and ran back, mixing it as she handed it to Abba. He took it and sprinkled it on Suhaima's face, but she remained unresponsive. Umma knelt down, took the water, sipped it, and then sprinkled it on Suhaima's face. Suhaima gasped for air and bolted upright, eyes wide open. Seeing Abba and Umma sitting there, she moved closer to Abba and said, "I swear, Abba, I saw them behead him."

Umma and Abba exchanged worried glances, both wondering if Suhaima had lost her sanity without their knowledge. Umma placed a comforting hand on Suhaima's shoulder, her voice trembling as she asked, "Suhaima, what is wrong with you? Did you see someone behead Baban Sanin? If so, where did this happen?" 

She burst into tears, clutching their hands, and said, "Last night, I had a dream where I saw Uncle being beheaded right in front of me. And now, they've said he's been killed. I remember what Yaya Sanin said; he mentioned that Uncle was slaughtered." 

She finished her statement, looking at them, deeply troubled. She closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Umma wiped her tears, comforting her until she calmed down.

"Who killed him, Suhaima?" Abba and Umma asked in unison, their surprise evident.

"I didn't see who killed him, but I saw him being beheaded in my dream last night," she replied, breaking into tears again.

Abba said, "Who told you dreams are real? Don't let me hear you telling anyone this nonsense again." He sternly warned Suhaima before leaving for Alhaji Abdallah's house.

Suhaima couldn't calm down; she was restless, unable to stand or sit still, eagerly waiting for Umma, who had gone to get ready so they could attend Abdullah's funeral. She stood up and entered the room where she had spent the night, moving cautiously like a thief, peeking around nervously. Seeing nothing unusual, she heaved a sigh of relief and sat on the bed, clutching her chest. She hadn't been there for a full minute when the room was enveloped in a pitch-black darkness. Her anxiety spiked as she clung to herself, eyes shut tight. The room shook violently as if it would collapse, and Suhaima cried out louder, calling for Umma.

"Suhaima! Suhaima!" she heard her name being called from above the room. She looked up with trembling lips and saw the girl from her dream, holding two babies, one in each hand, extending them towards her.

The girl descended with the babies and approached Suhaima. The dim light in the room barely illuminated the space around them. The girl smiled wickedly, then said with a stern face, "Suhaima, have you ever seen a place where the liver is separated from the blood?"

Suhaima shook her head, refusing to meet the girl's eyes. The girl shouted angrily, "Hey! If you dare shake your head again when I'm speaking, I'll turn you into a cat or a rat." 

Suhaima quickly pleaded, "No, please help me, don't expose me, and don't turn me into a cat. I'm terrified of cats and rats..." Before she could finish, the girl and the babies transformed into large dogs, one white, one black, and one blue, all staring at her and barking. Suhaima leaped to the corner of the bed, clutching herself tightly. Seeing her reaction, they burst into laughter and returned to their human forms.

"We will leave now, but know that we will return for you because you must reap what you have sown. The game is just beginning." Suhaima, wide-eyed and unsure of what to say, asked, "What did I do to you to deserve this? I have never even insulted an elder, let alone a child like you. And what about these babies? You're scaring me. Please, forgive me and leave me alone."

The babies gave her a harsh look that made her stomach churn. "I can help you, but only after I've completed my task with other humans that I plan to finish soon. These babies, I can't tell you who they are; they will reveal everything to you themselves. I brought them because they wanted to see you, otherwise, you wouldn't see me until your next dream, where we would meet in the graveyard. I plan to seek revenge more painful than you can imagine."

Suhaima, speechless and shocked, didn't realize the girl had finished speaking. The girl, irritated, slapped her hard across the face, saying, "When I speak, you don't daydream."

Suhaima felt a sharp pain and heat from the slap, it resonated deep within her brain. She held her cheek and said, "S... Sorry, Anty."

"If you call me Anty again, I'll turn you into a jinn." The girl said, stepping off the bed, cradling the babies. Before Suhaima could respond, the girl turned back, glaring at her, "If I hear you mention the dream to anyone again, you'll know the consequences."

She said and disappeared from the room. Once she was gone, Suhaima, weak and trembling, rushed to the toilet. Before she could squat, she wet herself. She had to take off her clothes and head to the bathtub. As she turned the faucet, eyes closed, she cupped her hands to splash water on her face. A foul smell hit her; she quickly opened her eyes and saw her hands covered in blood. She jumped back, dropping the blood, only to see the faucet turning on by itself. She watched in fear, seeing the water was clear. Hesitantly, she tried again, and it was just water this time. Quickly, she washed her hands, feet, and face before rushing out of the bathroom.

When she emerged, she hurriedly put on a long dress and grabbed her hijab, wearing it hastily, so much so that the top was at the bottom, and the bottom was on top. She rushed out like she was about to take flight