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Well done OP

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I must confess this is the best story I've ever read on nairaland.... Looking real and fascinating!

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mirabelswittie:
I love this story,,,,,you are really good Mr sokodobo

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joshnes:
started from the top yesterday, now we are here. I actually thought I had read the best story on nairaland, but this right here is the bomb. SokoDobo njiyebo shere.

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khaifa:
Yeah!
At last, the long overdue story hits frontpage!
SokoDobo, congrats....

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t1976:
WOW we hit FP,This story surely deserves it.Congrats OP

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Kamal got into his jeep after the leaving the house. He made a call and briefed Derrick.

“But you may get him on the alert. If he is the one, he will know we are after him.” Derrick said.

“That is the objective. If he is the one, he would know it. I made him know that we are suspicious on purpose. It is a Trojan horse. I am going to set men to watch him. I have got plans. But his calmness is befuddling. I could not pick any expression from his face. I hit him with some points but he never reacted out of the norm.”

“Hmmm..”

“But something stinks about him. I will send men to keep eyes on him.”





Three men came out a mosque and walked quietly to a waiting minivan. They were all dressed in white caftans. A close observation would show the bulges under their clothes. Those were hidden guns.
They were all quiet, but their eyes spat fire. These men were out on a mission. Mufty had to die. He was alive and had been found. Now they had to trace him.
The leader of the team was Idi. He looked so calm but he was very deadly. He was referred to as New-Mufty before Jahl banned the name. Mufty had backslid, lost his faith, joined the world of infidels and must not have his name associated with the pious men fighting for God.

“Let me see the address.” He said softly, his deadly eyes on the steering wheel. Kabul, one of the men passed a phone to him. Idi looked scrolled down and studied it.
His lips widened slightly to produce a dangerous smile. He had no doubt that there was going to be carnage that day. Mufty could not go against the laws of God and enjoy his wedding which was that day.

“Masha Allah.” Idi said in a low tone. “Masha Allah. It is a go.”

The car engine was started and the van moved. They were going to finish him on his first night.






“Move it soldiers!” Kamal said as his men jumped into the military trucks, all armed to the teeth. “Serge, fix your helmet.”

He picked a call.

“It worked out.” Kamal said. “He fell for it. It is him.”

“So fast?” Derrick said.

“We are on our way to get him. It is going to be by 17:00 hours.”

“Whoa! How did you do this?”

“I am sorry we are on our way. I will tell you later. My men got things off him and he was so foolish to fall for it. He thought he was being smart.”

“Don’t you need us?”

“It is our party, officer.”

“I have Mopol, officer.”

“Too late. I’m off. It is a pity it is happening on her wedding night. This job of ours.”

“She is an accomplice then. We will have her.”

“Let’s see how it rolls.”

He ended the call and moved with hard, heavy and nimble steps to his jeep. There was a private soldier behind the wheel. The truck was behind.

“Move!”





Mufty came out of the mosque after Isha’i prayer. It was the only mosque in the estate. He loved the mosque because the imam was a real bastion of Islamic ethics.

“Assalamu alaikum.” Someone said from behind him. Mufty was in haste. He turned and saw a middle aged man coming towards him.

“Ah, Ameen wa alaikum salal, Mallam Nuhu.” Mufty replied. “I did not see you in the masjid.”

“I was at the back row. I am impressed to find a new bridegroom at the front row. Congratulations!”

“Thank you.”

“How is your wife?”

How is your wife? That was new and sounded strange. He remembered in the camp when he claimed to have gotten married to Leena. They had congratulated him, and they would ask after his wife but he never felt anything because he knew it was not real. He wondered how those men felt at ease sleeping with women they illegally married to.

He was now a married man. It felt surreal.

“Alhamdulillah.” Mufty replied.

“I can see that you are not used to the question.” Nuhu said and laughed. “I can see that you are in haste. I understand.”

“No, Mallam Nuhu. I wished the imam had decided to preach until morning, I would have stayed behind.”

“Savage!” They both laughed. “Going home is part of religious acts. A million ways to acquire rewards choose. I do not want to waste your time, I just wanted to congratulate you and tell you that I and my wife will come and visit you. I live just three blocks from you.”

“I know right. I saw you the other day I brought paints.”

“That is true. There is something I will like to discuss with you on Monday at office by the grace of God.”

“No problem.”

“Thank you very much.”

“The pleasure is mine. Please extend my regards to madam and the kids.”

Mufty continued his journey back home. The mosque was just a few blocks away from his duplex. He got to the door, and felt his heart racing.
He slot in the key and opened the front door. As he pushed the door, he saluted. There was no reply.
He stepped into the living-room. He loved the chic, sophisticated furnishing. He realised that he had being living a life void of love of luxury all these years. There was nothing wrong in living a luxurious life once the means are legal and it does not take you away from worship.

The fragrance made the air sweet. He had known that Borno natives never took the love for incenses and perfumes likely. He marveled at the amount of money they spent on perfumes and incenses.
Was this real? Was it just a dream? No! It was not a dream because he saw her descending down the stair slowly.
She looked so majestic, radiant, glamorous, charismatic, beautiful and sexy.

He had never seen her like this. Her head was uncovered and her hair was the first thing that made his intestine cobble wobble. It shone and the reflections gave a shade of white and black while they sparkled as she moved slowly.

Her earring was golden, just like her necklace and bangles. Mufty could see the refection of her nose ring and he felt he was going to lose frictional and gravitational forces which was prone to making him fly off the floor.
He mentally grabbed a pole, to stop him from falling or flying off. He could picture an image of him standing like a goon, with mouth opened; eyes wide opened and gaped with his hands on his head. He may not have done those literally or physically but he was mentally there.

He just stood gawking. She still had her make-up. The eye shadow and eye lashes set her dark, eyes into an organ of power, valour and captivation.
She wore a white silky gown which made her curves and edges prominent. Even though her legs were hidden by the gown, her steps made it clear that she had long straight legs. She was a youth, and her chest proved that.

She reached the ground floor and flashed a smile. Her firm lips curved, and her white teeth exposed. As she opened her mouth to speak, he nearly rushed to grab her and devour her mouth but he restrained.

“Welcome back, my love.” She spoke softly.

Was she enticing him or tormenting him? He was almost breathless. He had not started but he felt he would never have enough. Okay, she was his so there was no case of torment. He was just overwhelmed.

Welcome back my love.

His first welcome back. This was not a SIM card welcome back. This was a husband’s welcome back. A welcome back that reminded him that he had a responsibility, someone who expected him back anytime he was not around, someone to come home for, someone who was his and he was hers, someone he could find solace in.

“Thank you my love. You are a beaut but beaut is you. Masha Allah.”

She looked at him, admiring his handsome face and sturdy stature.

“Thank you.” She said and he observed that she held a pack of cards. She raised them to her chest and turned the first one.

Mufty read: my name is Leena Idris.

She turned the second one and he started reading them as she flipped.

I am a married woman.

She flipped.

You are a married man.

Married to the man I love most.

My body and soul are here for you. You are my love and host.

I am imperfect.

But I will always reflect.

From your world I won’t defect.
I may be weak and lame.

But I feel string juts by the mention of your name.

From tonight, I know I will never be the same.

May Allah be with us.

The cards were finished.


He was a man but her words on cards made him emotional. This was a girl who had left everything and everyone to be with him. He promised himself to love her, protect her and care for until his last breath.
He did not say that aloud. He felt words were not enough to express his emotions.

He took a few slow steps and stopped before her. They now stood very close to each other; their faces so close he could feel her warmth.
He lowered his hand and collected the cards.

“I will cherish these for the rest of my life.” He whispered and carefully placed them on a stool. He now lowered both hands and grabbed hers.
Their first touch.

“I do not have much to say Leena. Your eyes make me speechless but in my heart, there is a celebration of love, bliss, hope, oasis, serenity and victory. These are the some of the gifts you brought to me. I just want you to trust me. I trust you totally. Leena, you make my fears leaner, I am a sinner, but you make it thinner.”

He moved his hands, disengaging them from hers but still held on to her. He moved the hands slowly and sensually until they stopped by her arms. He had his eyes piercing into hers. She had to sum up courage to meet his gaze. She felt shy, nervous but she just knew she was at the right place, at the right time with the right person.

He drew her closer and the hands coiled her. She moved hers and held him.
Their eyes on each other. It was like they were both nervous, or skeptical. He smiled and the smile broke the line. She melted, feeling hot at the same time cold: paradoxical.
But the blend of both feeling created a balance, which felt so nice and nicer as she saw his face come closer and his lips arrested hers.

The first kiss.

This kiss made her forget that she had cried a few hours ago as she left home. This kiss reminded her that she was home. This was home.
They were almost lost before they came out of the dalliance with an effort. If this had gone on, they could have altered chronology.
She looked at him and turned her face with a smile. Why was she shy. He moved and held her from the back. He sent her hand to his ear and caressed.

“I know you are hungry.” She said. “Food is ready, sir.”

He chuckled, his hands moving over her.

“Thank you ma’am. Yes, I have not eaten since breakfast.”

“Why?”

“They said excitement do take away appetite sometimes. Now I understand better. I just had a bottle of malt in the afternoon.”

She turned and looked at him. He could not stop getting enticed by those eyes.

“Come with me, my baby. You need to get fed.”

“I am vindictive. If you feed me, I will feed you back. No cheating.”

“That is getting even.”

They chuckled and walked to the dining table holding each other with love and joy.




The minivan pulled up close to a long fence in a dark part of the street. The men sat in silence while Idi checked the address.

“Masha Allah.” He said. “We are there.”

The sound of the cracks he heard told him that the men were setting their guns already. “That is the house. They are definitely inside.”






The military cars pulled up at the end of the street. Kamal was first to alight. He held a pistol while another pistol hung in a holster.
He signaled the military men to alight. They began to alight. Their sight was scary.
He gave them a last order and they began to march forward.

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bimberry1307:
Read this wonderful story throughout yesterday and I kept wondering where the hell have I been since? Guy, you garrrrit! Damn! I've never read anything like this.

Thank you.

OK, there are some things I'd like to point out. (correct if I'm wrong, everyone is learning ). For the benefit of the Muslims that are reading, I think Islamically, you can't divorce a wife and marry her back after completing her hidah. I think to marry her back, she'll have to marry someone else first. If the second husband dies, or divorce her too, then you (the first husband ) can re-marry her.

This is only applicable if the divorce is of the third category.

sorry for derailing. Nice work dear, by the way, are you Nupe by tribe?

Bassa-Nge

SokoDobo:
Price slash

The ebook, Married to a fink, is available for N500 only.

Offer last till Monday.

Send a mail to info.bellanbooks@gmail.com to order.

This offer has been extended till month end.

Beneath My Heart coming soon.

regards.

excelmerry:
Honestly, if u read this book to the end, u'll marvel at the writer. It's my favourite amongst all his books I've read. The story's just too much and that ending? Wow.

Thank you

THIRTY-TWO

"Baanah, are you okay? " Aadila said she came back to her senses from her wild imagination. That was what she wished had happened: Kill the b-tch!

"I am okay. " She said. " I am not a killer Adnan.... "

"It is Hayat. "Adnan said. " I am not leaving you with my wife. "

"I think I will be on the alert this time. "Naairah said, glaring at her.

"I will leave the room."Baanah said with an innocent face, "you hit me first."

"Enough of that. Come out Baanah."Aadila said.

They all left the room. Baanah and Aisha went and sat on a pew.

Aadila and Adnan moved aside.

"So? "Aadila said.

" I don't get you mum. "

"Now that your wife is pregnant, what is going to happen? "

"We will pray for her Safe delivery. And we are going to celebrate."

"So what happens to Baanah? "

"I don't know what plans you have for her."

"Are you saying the wedding is cancelled? "

Adnan raised his eyebrows.

"I thought that was automatic. That is certain."

"Adnan, she is your cousin and my niece."

"I know mum."

" What do you want me to tell people? "

"I never intended to have another wife and the only reason for bringing her was because my wife was thought to be barren."

"But we are not sure of her condition yet. Can her womb..... "

"There was no complications in her womb. It was just about bad eggs but it seems the eggs are good. I am not getting married mum. Tell them that our genotype don't blend.
Or I am psychologically unbalanced. Just anything, put the blame on me, just say anything but let me be happy with my wife mum. Let us not get sentimental."

Aadila knew she could not convince him.

Baanah had to go back.

Sergeant Henry of NYPD came out of the car and redressed his police cap. He raised his shoulders, frowned and wore that expression he loved to see in his photographs.
He loved to come to crime scenes late, when the pressmen were there, and the place full, and he would come with a swaggering posture, acting like the long awaited messier.

He looked round and saw photographers, then smugly posed. He has a hand on his holster, caressing the butt of his pistol, his eyes travelling round to show how alert he was, then his expression was stern, that was to show how tough he was.
He was thirty one years old with brown hair and green eyes.

He was a head of a unit of Homicide Squad. He saw the photographers taking shots of him and he began to tag the pictures mentally : The arrival of the great officer Henry ; Here comes the genius officer; The problem solver is around; Homicides nightmare is around.
Some pressman made an attempt to speak with him but he wove at them to stop. He let the wave linger to give the photographers a chance to get the pose.
That would go to his instagram wall.

Detective Tim was there and this got Henry pieced. Tom was a forensic detective and Henry felt intimidated some times.

"Sarge,"Tim said, " a bizarre scene here we have got."

"Feed me." Henry said without stopping. Tim walked by his side as they crossed the police tape.

"Victim is Identified as Yu Chan ,a Chinese immigrant, age 29, occupation : Martial art instructor, has no crime record, single and has been in New York for six years. "

Henry would not admit even to himself how enigmatic Tim's memory was and how fast he gathered information.
Henry paused as he saw the corpse. The short man was lying in his pool of blood. His heart was ripped out.
Henry bent and studied the hole in his chest.

"it was ripped out with bare hand. " Tim said.

Damn!

" He must have died three hours ago."

Henry checked his wristwatch in a dramatic way, hoping the photographers got the shot. "That should be around 4:00am" he adidas if that was a calculating the assumed time was a discovery.

"We need to find out more about him, where he was coming from, where he was heading to, just anything about him. "Henry said. " Any eye witness? "

"No one has come forward to say anything. The people said they did not hear anything. "

"How could someone use a bare hand to do this? "Henry wondered. "Is it some kind of animal? "

" That came to my mind until we saw this...... "

It was the dead man's phone. He was probably sitting in his car, smoking a cigarette, while the car engine was on. The phone was recording his voice, he was singing when they heard someone say, " hey, where is Tania? "
The Chinese said he did not know who Tania was and a sweeping sound was heard. There was no much resistance from him.

"The killer must have been extraordinarily skillful to take a martial art instructor like that. "

A policeman ran up to Henry.

"Sarge, we have a report. Six family members found dead in Devery Street. Eye witnesses say they saw a man go into the house. They all have holes in their hearts and he wrote Tania with blood on the wall! "

Holy smokes!

"What the hell is going on?"Henry wondered aloud.

"Okay, get the prints, check for the slightest details and get back to the station. Detective Tim, I got you on this. I need Team B on with me, we have a scene in Devery"

As he walked back to his car, a journalist stopped him. He was meant to be on an emergency but he never missed the chance of an interview.
He quickly redressed his cap, placed his hand on the butt of his pistol, then posed.

"Well, we have a serial killer in the loose but trust me, we will get to root of this in a jiffy.
I need Americans to calm down, the New York Police Department, under my homicide Squad will apprehend the culprit and keep the citizens safe."

The journalist made to say a word when a hand grabbed him by the neck and squeezed to crush his bone.
It was done so fast Henry could not get out his gun before the man ran away.
Policemen began to fire shots at the man. The way he jumped over cars got them astonished.

Henry hoped the camera did not get the part he flinched and fell backwards.

Who was this strange man?

SokoDobo:
Adnan paced up and down in front of the emergency hall. He did not believe what Aisha said. Naairah would never attack Baanah first and that was certain. There had to be an explanation to this. He was worried about Naairah. He did not call her parents. This was a shame and he had to make sure it never repeat itself again.

She did not deserve this and he would not condole this. They said Baanah was conscious at the moment. He did not even trust her. It was his gate keeper who carried her into the car as he took them to the hospital but he could feel it that she was only pretending to be unconscious.
If this was happening now, what would happen when he got married to her? This having a child thing was not making any sense to him and it seemed his mother wanted to have the child from her family member.

Could he let this madness go on? Besides he had to be in USA as soon as possible. Pappy would not agree to that. They must not know that he was in touch with Mason. Could he leave without Naairah?

No! She had to go with him. He did not want to get her involved but he would try as much a possible to keep her out of sight. Besides, he had not trained anyone like he trained her. She had become a computer expert and tracker. He had even thought her to program, and break into systems.

He would need her. She was not just his love but his partner. He trusted her. Then the thought that she was
in a state between life and death hit him. What would happen if she died?

No!

He would kill Baanah here and now!
But that would not bring her back. He should not even think about it. He could not lose her.
Naairah was in there, struggling to survive for doing nothing. He would not forgive Baanah for this. He just didn't believe Aisha.

A door opened and Baanah came out, dragging her feet, looking weak and remorseful. She saw Aadila sitting on a stool and then broke into tears, before she ran into her hands while she spoke in Arabic language.
Adnan took his eyes off them, and waited for the doctor with Naairah.
His heart was beating rapidly. He continued pacing up and down.

The door opened and he was shocked to see Baanah get to the doctor before he did.

"Is she alright? "Baanah asked, looking concerned and her pretence made Adnan boil.

Aadila and Aisha joined them.

The doctor took a deep breath.

"She suffered a severe shock, which was very dangerous but she is lucky she did not loose her pregnancy."

"Loose what? "Aadila asked.

"She is four weeks pregnant. Such accident could have made her lose it. She needs one week of intensive rest."



Baanah was speechless. Did she just hear that Naairah was pregnant? How? Why? Now what going to happen to her? Why did they not tell her that she was pregnant? Why did they have to humiliate her? Now she regretted not killing the bitch!

“ Are you sure about this, doctor?” Aadila asked.

“ I am hundred per cent sure she is pregnant but you can take her for further test.” The doctor said. “If you may excuse me, I have a patient to attend to. She is perfectly okay now but she must have the rest, avoid emotional and physical stress.”

Adnan offered a hand shake.

“Thank you very much doctor.” He said. “ Can we see her?”

“She has been discharged. She is free to go home.” He said, nodded and left.

They went inside and saw her sitting on the bed. They had lied to the hospital management that it was an accident because they might not attend to them without a police authorization.
Naairah saw her husband, broke into tears and hugged him.

“ She wanted to kill me.” She said in tears, “she hit me with the flower vase on the head. What did I do to deserve this? Simply because I am barren?”

“It is okay, Naairah.” Aadila said. “ We can talk about this at home. They don’t know what happened. Baanah said you hit her first.”

“Wallahi I did not touch her. She hit me and I fainted.”

“It is okay, Miss Sunshine.” Adnan said holding her. “ We can’t reverse it and the matter is settled. You are not barren my dear.”

“What?”

“I guess the doctor did not tell you. You are one month pregnant.”

Naairah looked at the faces of everyone in the room in confusion. What was he talking about. How ?

“ Hayati, please don’t toy with me…”

“You know I would not joke over such a thing. You are going to be a mother insha Allah. Allah has the power to do all things and this is just one of His merciful acts. Alhamdulillah and we should leave here pronto! We got to go and celebrate my love.
The only one that gives my heart that yummy feelings, that delectable sensation, that fulfillment ….”

“ Mama is here….” Naairah whispered, still trying to accept the fact that she was pregnant.

“ I am so blind and deaf now. All I see is the mother of my child.”

Baanah was fuming, her lips quivering while her fingers clenched and unclenched.

“ Congratulations Naairah.” Aadila said with a smile. “ May I speak to my son alone?”

“Sure, ma. Thank you.” Naairah said.

Aadila went out.

“ I can't trust her with Baanah alone here.”

“What do you mean?” Baanah asked. “ I am not a psychopath. I am happy for her and I just said Allah is the greatest.”

“Thank you for being happy for me.” Naairah said. “ But it is wrong to say Allah is the greatest.”

Baanah pouted.

“ Oh my God. Are you not a Muslim? Are you against me saying Allah is the greatest. Do you have another God who is greater? SubahanAllah!”

“ It is wrong for a Muslim to say Allah is the greatest but say Allah is great. Greatest is a superlative word and that is used in comparison. You should not compare Allah to anything. Suratul ikhlas tells us that. He is one. If you say He is the greatest, it is like saying there are other Gods but he is the greatest amongst them. Just say Allah is great, faqat.”

Baanah glared at her and she found herself full of detest. She saw a scissors by her bed and she made a swift move that surprised everybody.
She grabbed the scissors and pushed Naairah down. Before Adnan could get to her, she had stabbed her several time in the stomach, shouting,

“die bitch! Die bitch!”

Blood gushed profusely, the bed sheet was turned red at once and the floor became a pool of blood while Naairah screamed.

Adnan extended a hand to grab Baanah but she swung the scissors and it slashed straight into Adnan's neck, it stuck and then she pushed him. He fell on Naairah and the pressure sent the scissors deeper. He gave a deep moan and dropped his head on hers.

Aadila screamed and the shrill sound pierced into terrified Aisha's ear.

Baanah laughed, her face a cloud of horror.

"I told you not to fuc* with me! " And she turned at Aadila. It was her turn.


Adnan was lying on Naairah's dead body.

I am really sorry if you find this disappointing. You know, life is loaded with ups and downs.

Adnan paced up and down in front of the emergency hall. He did not believe what Aisha said. Naairah would never attack Baanah first and that was certain. There had to be an explanation to this. He was worried about Naairah. He did not call her parents. This was a shame and he had to make sure it never repeat itself again.

She did not deserve this and he would not condole this. They said Baanah was conscious at the moment. He did not even trust her. It was his gate keeper who carried her into the car as he took them to the hospital but he could feel it that she was only pretending to be unconscious.
If this was happening now, what would happen when he got married to her? This having a child thing was not making any sense to him and it seemed his mother wanted to have the child from her family member.

Could he let this madness go on? Besides he had to be in USA as soon as possible. Pappy would not agree to that. They must not know that he was in touch with Mason. Could he leave without Naairah?

No! She had to go with him. He did not want to get her involved but he would try as much a possible to keep her out of sight. Besides, he had not trained anyone like he trained her. She had become a computer expert and tracker. He had even thought her to program, and break into systems.

He would need her. She was not just his love but his partner. He trusted her. Then the thought that she was
in a state between life and death hit him. What would happen if she died?

No!

He would kill Baanah here and now!
But that would not bring her back. He should not even think about it. He could not lose her.
Naairah was in there, struggling to survive for doing nothing. He would not forgive Baanah for this. He just didn't believe Aisha.

A door opened and Baanah came out, dragging her feet, looking weak and remorseful. She saw Aadila sitting on a stool and then broke into tears, before she ran into her hands while she spoke in Arabic language.
Adnan took his eyes off them, and waited for the doctor with Naairah.
His heart was beating rapidly. He continued pacing up and down.

The door opened and he was shocked to see Baanah get to the doctor before he did.

"Is she alright? "Baanah asked, looking concerned and her pretence made Adnan boil.

Aadila and Aisha joined them.

The doctor took a deep breath.

"She suffered a severe shock, which was very dangerous but she is lucky she did not loose her pregnancy."

"Loose what? "Aadila asked.

"She is four weeks pregnant. Such accident could have made her lose it. She needs one week of intensive rest."



Baanah was speechless. Did she just hear that Naairah was pregnant? How? Why? Now what going to happen to her? Why did they not tell her that she was pregnant? Why did they have to humiliate her? Now she regretted not killing the bitch!

“ Are you sure about this, doctor?” Aadila asked.

“ I am hundred per cent sure she is pregnant but you can take her for further test.” The doctor said. “If you may excuse me, I have a patient to attend to. She is perfectly okay now but she must have the rest, avoid emotional and physical stress.”

Adnan offered a hand shake.

“Thank you very much doctor.” He said. “ Can we see her?”

“She has been discharged. She is free to go home.” He said, nodded and left.

They went inside and saw her sitting on the bed. They had lied to the hospital management that it was an accident because they might not attend to them without a police authorization.
Naairah saw her husband, broke into tears and hugged him.

“ She wanted to kill me.” She said in tears, “she hit me with the flower vase on the head. What did I do to deserve this? Simply because I am barren?”

“It is okay, Naairah.” Aadila said. “ We can talk about this at home. They don’t know what happened. Baanah said you hit her first.”

“Wallahi I did not touch her. She hit me and I fainted.”

“It is okay, Miss Sunshine.” Adnan said holding her. “ We can’t reverse it and the matter is settled. You are not barren my dear.”

“What?”

“I guess the doctor did not tell you. You are one month pregnant.”

Naairah looked at the faces of everyone in the room in confusion. What was he talking about. How ?

“ Hayati, please don’t toy with me…”

“You know I would not joke over such a thing. You are going to be a mother insha Allah. Allah has the power to do all things and this is just one of His merciful acts. Alhamdulillah and we should leave here pronto! We got to go and celebrate my love.
The only one that gives my heart that yummy feelings, that delectable sensation, that fulfillment ….”

“ Mama is here….” Naairah whispered, still trying to accept the fact that she was pregnant.

“ I am so blind and deaf now. All I see is the mother of my child.”

Baanah was fuming, her lips quivering while her fingers clenched and unclenched.

“ Congratulations Naairah.” Aadila said with a smile. “ May I speak to my son alone?”

“Sure, ma. Thank you.” Naairah said.

Aadila went out.

“ I can't trust her with Baanah alone here.”

“What do you mean?” Baanah asked. “ I am not a psychopath. I am happy for her and I just said Allah is the greatest.”

“Thank you for being happy for me.” Naairah said. “ But it is wrong to say Allah is the greatest.”

Baanah pouted.

“ Oh my God. Are you not a Muslim? Are you against me saying Allah is the greatest. Do you have another God who is greater? SubahanAllah!”

“ It is wrong for a Muslim to say Allah is the greatest but say Allah is great. Greatest is a superlative word and that is used in comparison. You should not compare Allah to anything. Suratul ikhlas tells us that. He is one. If you say He is the greatest, it is like saying there are other Gods but he is the greatest amongst them. Just say Allah is great, faqat.”

Baanah glared at her and she found herself full of detest. She saw a scissors by her bed and she made a swift move that surprised everybody.
She grabbed the scissors and pushed Naairah down. Before Adnan could get to her, she had stabbed her several time in the stomach, shouting,

“die bitch! Die bitch!”

Blood gushed profusely, the bed sheet was turned red at once and the floor became a pool of blood while Naairah screamed.

Adnan extended a hand to grab Baanah but she swung the scissors and it slashed straight into Adnan's neck, it stuck and then she pushed him. He fell on Naairah and the pressure sent the scissors deeper. He gave a deep moan and dropped his head on hers.

Aadila screamed and the shrill sound pierced into terrified Aisha's ear.

Baanah laughed, her face a cloud of horror.

"I told you not to fuc* with me! " And she turned at Aadila. It was her turn.


Adnan was lying on Naairah's dead body.

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Three days after Mason and Adnan talked on phone for the first time, Adnan received a pack of data through his E-mail. They were coded messages, with pieces of information on the level of Evolution reached and what was expected of him.
Mason sent this after confirming that that Addy was a fraud from headquarters. He had not met Adnan but he felt only someone like him could reach his phone without authorization.

Adnan had studied the data and realized that these people were crazy. What the hell did they need these for? They were trying to make bio-drones. Then he sensed something.
Now they had gone far, made a success of most of the enhancement processes. They introduced a chemical which was induced subcutaneously to make the skin thicker, without affecting the cells. The ear drums were enhanced for more efficient hearing.
These bio-drones were made not to get tired.

What they needed was the enhanced intelligence making them bio-computers. They could not get a formula to manipulate the DNA. It seemed there was more to it.
Adnan had set to work. Only Naairah knew his secret laboratory was in a basement. Adnan was constantly into research, writing books so his knowledge would not waste when he was gone. But some things were better left as secrets.
He did not want to take part of the so called evolution but he kept thinking of the children. He could not let them die and who knew how many more children would be abducted if they succeeded? And it was going to be a continuous project.

Adnan, being a savant, was able to develop a formula within one week but he was not going to give it to them. He told Mason that what he had was a trial sample and needed to be there to work with the DNA expert.
To buy time, he gave them 0.00001 gram of the chemical which could only be administered to twelve people.
Mason sent for it. Adnan had sent one of his boys to Ghana, and told Mason to send someone there.
They were to meet in Secondi-Takoradi. The chemical was given to Mason’s agent without meeting physically. Adnan did not want to endanger his family. Mason must not know how to reach him. The chemical was taken to Mason.

He did not wait for Adnan. The DNA expert could administer it. If it worked, then there will be mass production. Welcome to The Evolution: a new world!
Now he called Adnan. There was a development. Adnan had to come to the States quick or else the children would be gone.



Adnan had just ended the call from Mason when he heard Baanah scream. What was wrong? He rushed out of the room and had barely taken three steps when he heard Naairah shriek. What!
He descended the steps, jumping over steps and landed with an alacrity that showed that he was physically trained. He rushed to the room was to find Aisha crying and wailing. Naairah was lying motionless on the floor, not moving an inch and she seemed not to be breathing.
Next to her was Baanah who also lay motionless. There were pieces of broken flower vases.

Ya Salam!

What the hell was this? What happened?

“What happened?”

“ Your wife hit her and she hit her back before they both fell to the ground. They all look dead.”

Adnan ran out to call the security man. There was an emergency.






“Why are you insulting me?” Hameeda asked with a wrinkled forehead.

“ Lawal is not here to save you now, is he?” She said with a smirk. “ You met me in this house, I am his first wife….I mean second first wife or present first wife….whatever, it makes sense to me. You are going to tell Lawal to get me back my room and kitchen….”

“I did not make him do that. I was not in this house when he took the decision. You should discuss that with him as the second first wife….or however you put it. I do not interfere in your affairs so please excuse me….”

This was the chance Sa'ima was looking for. She took swift steps and slapped Hameeda on the face. Sa'ima imagined stars, with buzzing sounds. Sa'ima held her clothes and tugged before applying a great force to tear it down before she slammed her fist on the girl.
Hameeda yelled and fell to the ground.

Sa'ima ran to the dining and carried a chair and came for her. Hameeda saw this and rushed on her feet before breaking into a run. Sa'ima flung the chair, it moved transnationally until a crashing sound told her that the TV was down and broken.
Hameeda ran into her room and locked the door.

“ Come out here you bastard! You don’t know who I am.” Sa'ima shouted, her chest heaving, her eyes thin and vicious. “ Come out before I break the door. You will learn to mind your business. You cannot come and steal my hard earned husband just like that without a fight and by fight I mean physical brawl. Nadia did it but where is she today? I chased her away.
Small girl like you are! I said come out her. Come and kneel down and raise up your hands! I will break the door!” She started banging at the door violently. “Come out and you dare not call anyone you coward!”

She was banging at the door. She sent a heavy punch at the door but found her hand sweeping through the air as the door was swung open and she missed the door.
Hameeda sent a straight punch which hit Sa'ima on the left breast.
She thought her breast had burst.
Hameeda had changed into a jeans pants and thick shirt. She sent her fingers and scratched Sa'ima on the face, roaring like a tigress.

A serious fight broke. Sa'ima was physically stronger than Hameeda but there was something she never knew about the slim girl. She could fight for hours and would never stop even if the opponent was stronger.
This was one of the reasons she was feared by girls in her secondary school days. You will beat her and start running because she would never let go, she would attack until you were tired and at the end do something savage that might send you to hospital.

Sa'ima discovered this too late.

Hameeda’s roaring , pugnaciousness, wild attack and doggedness sent shivers into Sa'ima. It became worse when Hameeda ran to the front door and locked the door, removed the key and flung it away.

Tab!

Sa'ima was like, “ na shiga uku yau (I am in trouble),’ in her mind. She had bit more than she could chew.

“ But you started it.” Sa'ima said, moving back, “ I did not want to fight you.”

“We have started already and we would not stop until one of us is down. If you don’t take me down, I will take you down.”

“ I am just pitying you.”

“Do not pity me.” Hameeda said. “ I want to die.”

She rushed Sa'ima who was intimidated and moved behind a three sitter sofa, making a barrier between them.

“ I don’t want to fight you.” She said. “ What if I injure you. It is not good islamically.”

Hameeda jump over the sofa but Sa'ima ran away. Hameeda chased her, carried a stool and flung it. It hit Sa'ima on the back but she still made it into her room but could not lock the door when Hameeda forced the door open and another fight broke out in there.
Sa'ima was stronger but she was tired and could barely raise a fist. She was breathing hard. Hameeda kept punching her randomly, while Sa'ima began to scream. It was by chance she pushed Hameeda away and ran out, shouting for help, calling on the gate keeper .

The gate keeper who heard the violent clash had since called Lawal who rushed down home. He met the door locked. He had a spare key, he unlocked the door and went in but he was unlucky.
A stray metal flung by Hameeda accidentally met him on the head and he fell down, passing out at once. That brought the end of the fight that day and they both began to pour water on him. He resuscitated after a few minutes and the first image that came to his mind was Nadia.

Had he known.

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“ We have been waiting for ages.” Baanah said. “ Where the hell have you guys been?”

“ What is going on here?” Adnan asked.

“ Umm Aaliyah told me to bring her here. This is Aisha, she is going to stay here and teach Naairah how to cook.” She said. “ The wedding date has been fixed and I feel ill-prepared. Three weeks is a small time though but Umm Aaliyah would not change it.” “Three weeks?” Adnan asked.

“ I told her to make it a month but she won’t listen. It’s even easier since it is not taking place in Yemen. Not everyone likes to come here.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged.

Adnan could not understand this. He had the right to run his house. Why should such decisions be taken without his consent? Three weeks? Was this really going to happen? He was just twenty five for crying out loud and they are putting him through this already.
Aisha was around eighteen years old, with a small structure, very long black hair which she covered with a light veil.

Naairah looked at Aisha and smiled.

“You are welcome.” She said, went and opened the door and went inside.

Three weeks!
Three weeks and Adnan is no longer hers alone. Okay, let every lady never hope to keep a man alone even if he never gets married to another but have it at the back of your mind that anything could happen. But it was hard to swallow and not so soon. It was just too soon but she did not want to be selfish. They needed a child she could not give and it seemed they were in a hurry.
It would have been easier if Baanah was nice. It was consoling that Adnan loved her and was probably not in love with her……for now. But she trusted him, and felt he would never maltreat her. She just felt that.
Should she beg him to get another house for her, even if it just a two bedroom apartment where she could have some peace and leave the mansion for her?

Adnan also went in while Baanah called the gatekeeper to carry Aisha’s box inside even though it was not so big.

“ Naairah, where is her room?” Baanah asked authoritatively.

“ Come with me.” Naairah said and led them to a guest room.

“ When last was this place cleaned?”

“ The cleaners do that daily but if you are not satisfied, you can clean it more.” Naairah said.

“ I should do that myself?” Baanah asked.

“Who else do you expect to do that?”

“ Naairah, you should show me some respect. I am not coming to stay here like your house help but as a wife.”

“ I show you some respect but you never seems to notice. I used to be rude too and the skill is not completely out of me, I just submerge it . It would not be okay if we unleash it on ourselves. I am ready for peace if you wish for the same.”

Baanah smirked.

“ Naairah my friend, if you feel so uncomfortable why not leave? Umm Aaliyah has the same parents with my father. He is her younger brother. I and Adnan are not just going to be a couple but we are cousins. What he feels right now is the aftermath of what you guys have shared. It is more of gratitude because I heard you were with him since he was nothing.
I like him for that. Never forget the ladies that helped you or took advantage of your poverty to get you. And having the good blood of our family, he never forgot that but know that there is a difference between love and gratitude.
We met in Dubai when he came with his mum. It was love at first sight. I never really liked black men. You rarely see a Saudi Arabian which is our root marry a black man. You could have Egyptians, and other Arab speaking girls do that but it is rare for us do that.
His father is black and that makes him black so you can see that it is love. But he was indebted to you. He had to pay you back by getting married to you. I saw how he used to stare at me,” she chuckled, “and when Umm Aaliyah told me that he was still interested in me, I knew our hearts met on the moon and what will be more interesting that having an everlasting bond with him, “she ran her hand on her tommy, “ having his children? You cannot have that and I sympathize with you. I know the pain of being a woman who can only drop in the toilet and fill up the soak away.
Maybe you and he are not compatible. Do you know if you leave and marry another man, you may have a child? I am saying this from the bottom of my heart. I am not forcing you to leave. I just want to avoid a situation that is inexorable. Just a piece of advice.”

Naairah was burning inside. And she burnt more when she talked about her bareness. She felt like bursting into tears, run to her room and cry but she did not want to give her the grace of ridiculing her.

“ Your hearts met on the moon, if it is true they met, ours met on a star. Moon is so close compared to the star. The heart you think you met on the moon was two hearts that merged from the star. His and mine. I may not have a child but thank God it is not a result of a reckless life I lived in the past and he did not marry me just to breed. I guess that is your only duty here, brought to breed. If not for religion, it would have been just on contract bases.
Thank you for advising me to leave but I will wait until it is obvious that I am not wanted not now that I am still his only wife and the queen of his heart. If anyone is to leave, it is you who has not gotten the chance to feel his love but I will not ask you to leave because you are here to produce a child for them.
I said them because my Hayati did not demand for your service. I pray after that, if you don’t find love you leave and find someone who would appreciate you and love you not just a baby producing machine.
Thank you for bringing someone to teach me how to cook but it will only be fair that I return the gesture. I will send for Hauwa to come and teach you Hausa food too. But for now, let her stay and cook for herself. I am not ready to learn now…..”

Baanah could not take it anymore. Did she just refer to her as someone who was only here to breed? Making her look so worthless and unwanted! Who the hell did she think she was? How dare she talk to her in such a manner?
This was an insult to her personality. Oh no! She could not stop the tears anymore, and she began to tremble, her teeth chattering while she her hands turned into claws.
She let out a loud yell and then rushed and picked up a flower vase. Before Naairah could make a move, she slammed it on her head and the vase broke. Naairah shrieked and felt something drift out of her. She stopped thinking, seeing and dropped on the ground.
Baanah looked at Aisha who seemed terrified. Baanah smiled.

“ I got it under control.”

THIRTY-ONE

She did not hear him sneak up on her but she felt his cologne and relaxed. He coiled his strong arms round her, his warm breath splashing on her back neck and she felt herself melting. She dropped the knife and sent the hand back to find his ear, circled it with her finger before resting it on the neck.
Jamil let out a deep sigh, then found his palms moving up until they cupped her chest. It was unexpected and she flinched, moaned then chuckled trying to shove off his hands.

“No honey….”she whispered, “ I am cooking.”

“ I know..”He whispered and used his hand to lift her face, set the lips in a position that was easy for him to kiss. The softness of her body driving him crazy, and he found himself holding on tighter before a hissing sound brought them out the hold.

“You see, if you let my food get burnt, I will deal with you.” She said and opened the cover of the pot and added water. “ Go away……woman wrapper.”

He laughed. “I haven’t heard that phrase for long. I was a little kid then when it was prevalently used. Okay, I am going nowhere so better accept me.”

“No touching.”

“No touching.”

“Deal.”

“Deal.”

“Good boy.” She smiled.

“ Did you spill oil on your neck?”

She raised her eyebrow.

“I am not sure but you cannot tell with a woman in kitchen.”

“Wipe it off.”

“Where?”

“Your neck….”he moved closer and began to rub her neck sensually . It was after it lingered too long she got his trick.

“ You enhh! I said go out of here…”she chased him and he ran out. He went out of the kitchen and hid behind the door. She came out and did not see him.

“ Ojujuuuuu!”He said in a deep voice and she flinched, automatically ran and jumped on him out of fear. He laughed at her .

“Now it was you who came to me..”

She laughed.

“You got me wallahi.”

But she was in his arms, he held her by the waist, her legs could on his thighs and she felt solace in his arms, she moved her head closer to his and they kissed.
He carried her back on the kitchen, moving while they kissed and sat her on the cabinet.

“ Sweetheart…..”she whispered.

“ Darling….”

“ I love you.”

“I love you raised to the power of zillion.”

“Awwwwnnnnnnn”

They held each other.

“They can’t separate us.” He said . “ No matter what they do insha Allah.”

“ Ameen.” She said. “ I am glad it is over. Thanks to Hayat.”

“Yeah….that guy is more powerful than I thought. I don’t know how he got him to his knees.”

“ Yeah. The storm is over.”

“ Now all we have to do is love, love ,love, and love.”

“Endlessly. Lionel Richie and Diana Rose sang that song, Endless Love.”

“ Eternally. Yeah, and that is the love we have here insha Allah.”

They kissed.

“ Don’t do that again. What if they shot you? You were fighting armed policemen.”

“I know I was wrong. I should not have done that. That is why I hardly get angry. They got me to the egde and I lost it. They were taking you away from me. I will do anything to stop them ,that does not mean my actions were reasonable.”

“I understand my love. I am glad it is over and you are not hurt.”

“No my love. I am okay just the scratch from the mosquito bite in the cell.” He said and chuckled.

“ Is that why they said love is dangerous?”

He nodded.

“Especially when it is real. I will bear anything just to be with you.”

“ Shut up and kiss me, please.”





Lawal walked into his living room and lurched on the sofa. Sa'ima walked in and sat down.
She was playing her Ayatul khursiyu, still chasing away demons.

“Sa'ima.”

“Yeah?”

“ I just got married today.” He said. “ They are on their way now bringing the bride.”

What?

“It seems it has just been mere coincidence and not Ayatul khursiyu because if the Ayatul khursiyu is to work for you, then you would be out of this house because you are evil.

“Yes, then the house would be empty because you are evil too. Let her come and meet me. She will know who I am.”
She sprang up, crying and ran inside.



Sa'ima could not take it any longer. This was too much for her to bear.
The bride was a slim girl whom she was sure she could break with a twist. Sa'ima had tried to provoke her, so she could beat her up but the girl kept ignoring her. Lawal put her in the big room, gave her the kitchen and spent almost every day with her.
When she played Ayatul khursiyu, the girl would be playing Audhu billahi min ash-shaytan rajim.
The girl would make phone calls to her friends and say, “ sorry I did not pick your call. I was with my husband and you know how it is, and after everything, I will be so tired I won’t know when I sleep on his body. It is everyday but never humdrum. Don’t mind him, he says he just found a wife…..now.”

Sa'ima had gone to her kitchen the other day and poured her food away, the girl- Hameeda did not act as if she knew what happened and that pained Sa'ima most.
Sa'ima would not work, the girl did the same. They would both sleep until Lawal returned. Lawal would come back and meet no food, then he would go out and buy something.
Well, it was only a matter of time.
He married Hameeda to quell his anger and punish Sa'ima but the punishment was falling on him in the end. He had received a call from Mallam Zakari that day, who said he was scared of going to court to bear false witness. He was ready to return the house and the refund part of the money.

“I have forgiven them.” Lawal said. “They came to beg me so I let them go. But I need a favor from you. I need a girl to marry within the next one week. Money is not a problem you know. There is one of your daughters I see….”

“Hameeda? She is a very good girl. She knows how to cook, and …..”

“Name her bride price.”

“ I have given her to you. Because of the inconvenience of timing, and the ………”

“Name the price.”

“Bride price of one week notice is ….one million naira.”

“Okay, I will send people to you tomorrow. Send the sizes of her wears to me now. I will send everything with the lefe tomorrow.”

“No problem…..but you know I am not ready now, You are a big man and your wife must bring big things to your house. I cannot….”

“I will send five million into your account right now. Manage that for her things.”

“ Angama (Done). Hameedaa! Ke Hameeda!”

He heard Mallam Zakari calling at once

The next day, Hammeda was outside with her fiancé, Ashiru crying.

“ I don’t know what he means. He wants to get me married to someone else.”

Ashiru Sighed.

“Who is the person?”

“I don’t know. I do not want to know, I do not care. It is you I love and nothing will separate me from you. Forceful marriage is not allowed in Islam and I will tell Mallams to preach to him. Knowledge is prevalent now. I love you Ashiru. Nothing will separate us.” And she began to cry.
It was while she was crying three expensive cars came and pulled up in front of their house. She saw some men carrying expensive boxes into the house. These were the lefe he had bought for Nadia. They were filled with expensive things.
It was loaded in a Lexus SUV. Then she saw a man come out of another SUV. It was Lawal and his friends. Lawal remained outside, leaned on the car and sipped bottled water.

Jamila, Hameeda’s sister ran to call her. She said she was being called. She excused herself and went in. Her father called her inside and showed her the boxes and the things inside. He showed her ten bundles of one thousand naira notes.

“This is one million naira, your bride price. And there is a Lexus SUV outside for you. Your husband to be is outside, he wants to say hello to you.”

Hameeda nodded and began to cry. She went out, passed Lawal and went to Ashiru.

“My love, stop crying.”He said. “I know how you feel.”

“Ashiru….you know they are my parents, and it is not good to go against their wish.”

Ashiru said nothing.

“ They said I should marry him. I do not have an option.”

“You have an option . Let us talk to Sheikh Khalid..”

“No need. They just want to punish me. No problem, I will bear the pain…”

“But I don’t want to lose you.”

“You have lost me already Ashiru.”

“What?”

“That is him standing over there. The boxes you saw was my lefe and that car there is mine. I don’t care about that but I want to obey my parents.”

“ Please, the love we shared….”

“Haba Ashiru, which love are you talking about? Mai hankali ke gane dingishin kwado (it is a wise man who detects the limping of a frog). Understand this please. My bride price is one million Naira. Take, this is two hundred thousand naira. This is another two hundred naira, get a bike and go back home. I did not want it to end like this. May Allah give you a better wife.”

Ashiru was shocked.

“Are you buying me off?”

“No. Just giving an ex lover something …..”

“I won’t take it. You can’t buy my love. Go away with your money.”

She dropped the money on the ground and walked away to meet Lawal. It was in the night but he could still see the money.
He walked away angrily, paused, turned and saw her talking and smiling at Lawal. Look at the girl who was swearing and crying minutes ago.
He quietly walked back, picked the money, used his flashlight to look for the two hundred naira which was not part of the bundles. Wind was taking it away; he chased and picked it, hissed then left.

That was how Lawal got married to the twenty year old girl.
Now Sa'ima was happy Lawal was not around. It was just her and Hameeda. They were going to settle it today.

“Hameeda…..” Sa'ima called her, her eyes red from Codeine. “ Dan kutumar ubanki zo nan (insults her and asked her to come).”

Hameeda stared at her as she walked dangerously towards her.

TWENTY-ONE

“Leena is leaving you guys.” Kamal said with a roguish smile. “A cousin or a friend?”

“Leaving us?”

“She is getting married, right and you may not have the chance to see her like you used to do.”

“Ohhh, you are right. She is getting married but I will see her more than anyone else because I am her bridegroom.”

Kamal feigned to be astonished. He had confirmed that this was Manga. Why did he feel there was something sticky about this man?

“Are you serious? I thought it was Adam. The last time I checked, it was him. Sorry, let me reintroduce myself: I am Captain Kamal of ATOF.”

“Captain? That means you are a military man?”

“Yes, I am.”

“What is the meaning of ATOF?”

“Anti-Terrorism Operation Force. I am surprised you have not heard about us.”

“I have heard about ATOF but I did not know the meaning.”

“Okay. But I guess you know about the insurgents.”

He was watching Mufty closely to see his reaction.

Mufty smiled.

“Who hasn’t? Even those outside North-East know about it. We all live in fear.”

“It is a menace but we will get to the root of it.”

“Insha Allah.”

“I was in charge of her case when she was first abducted. That was how I got to know them. I was also I charge when she was said to be abducted the second time. That was when I met Adam.”
When she was said to be abducted, Mufty underlined the phrase. That meant he was suspicious. This man was here for a reason.

“I saw the state of perturbation he fell into. He was introduced as her fiancé. You can see why I am shocked that you are the bridegroom.”

“I understand. I would have being more astonished than you if I was I your position. That is the irony of life. It happened so fast. You believe in Destiny, don’t you? Maybe she was destined to be his wife”

“I do. Sorry, Manga, I am just a bit curious. Were you dating her before?”

“We met a few months ago.”

“Even when she was with him”

“I don’t know about that. I only got to him later as her friend’s fiancé.”

“Oh, Haneefa.”

“Yes.”

“Did you not know that Adam was her fiancé? The date had being fixed then.”

“I was told later. They decided to break up.”

“That is astonishing. I saw how agitated he was when she was missing. Did they have a quarrel? I am sorry for being so inquisitive. I have a fiancée and I am scared.”

Mufty smiled.

“If Allah says she is your wife, then it will be. If she will not, then it will not be.”

“I know right but there is always a causative factor.”

“I did not press to know what happened between them. There is no rift between them. In fact, Adam is my friend he is like a brother to her
now.

“That is true. Did she tell you about the guy who saved them?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think her encounter with the insurgents made her change her mind about getting married to Adam?”

“Are you interrogating me, sir? I thought you handled the case and may have talked to her.”

“I am not interrogating you. I am here on a personal visit but meeting you, and finding out that she is no more getting married to Adam got me curious. I am worried because her life may still be in danger. She saw the insurgent. She saw Jahl. They may see her as a threat.”

“Everyone has seen Jahl. The video is viral. He has nothing to be scared of. He wanted us to see him.”

“Yes, but she may have seen other things. They may have threatened her. The guy who saved them may have gone into a pact with them. We want to meet him. He may be of great help to us.”

“From what I am told, he saved over one hundred girls.”

“Yes, he did but it seems he was closer to her. He was said to have let the rest go and took her and another girl along. I need you to help me. You are her future husband. Her safety is important to you. I need you to help us with anything you can. Just anything.”

“I will.”

“And her break up with Adam….”

“With all due respect, sir, I am a very jealous guy. What transpired between she and Adam is over. I did not ask her for details because I do not want to know.”

“Yes, I am sorry if I trigger any emotion. This job of ours, makes us pesky and poke nosing but we just have to do it for the safety of the caboodle.”

“I understand.”

Leena came back and told Kamal that her father was expecting him. He nodded, smiled at Mufty and walked in.

“What has he been saying?” Leena asked.

Mufty smiled.

“He is curious. He wants to know why you and Adam split up. He is suspicious. He wants to know about the guy who saved you.”

“Oh my God!”

“There is nothing to be worried about. It is not astonishing.
I know the tracks. It is normal for them to be.”

“But….”

“Shhh….darling, I need you to let this off your mind. This should not spoil our mood. Can you get me a little from the gara( food brought by bride)?”

She laughed and forgot about Kamal immediately.

“What kind of bridegroom are you?”

“A proactive one. I guess you have started making alkaki, dubalan.”

She laughed again.

“I am not giving it to you.”

“Why?”

“Because I will like to feed you myself and I can’t do that now. Meanwhile, I think there is food in the house.”

“Save me dear..and about feeding me, can we just get married now?”

“Nah, they said it is next year.”

“If anyone asks after me, just say I am dead.”

Mallam Zakari could not sleep at night. He kept tossing on the bed. He had taken a very wrong step for the sake of money. False witnessing was a grievous sin. He was going to swear in court, and lie. SubahanAllah! That was dangerous.
He began to sweat. What if he refused? Lawal was going to collect his house, and even demand for his money. Then what will happen? His pension was meagre and was not enough to keep him up, besides he had a larger family, and now used to money, car and eating good food.
Falmata now claims she had stopped eating tuwo, and miyan kuka just like Talatu.

“ But you have been eating that all your life!” He had said to her.

“ What about Talatu yar gidan Ado Wanzam? She used to fry and sell waina at Gwaraji Junction but she too does not take all of that today. You give her what she wants so that should apply to me.”She had rolled her eyes.”
There was competition in the house and that meant needing more money. It was all his fault. He was a little above sixty years old, he ought to be preparing for his grave and not going out of his way to seek for worldly things. Shaidar zur(false witnessing) was not something taking lightly.
He was not going to do this. He had failed himself. Let Lawal take back his house but the money was no more intact. He still had three million Naira left which he was planning to invest. Let it all go for the sake of Allah. He was going to confess, and apologise to Professor and his family.
Let it go.
With that he slept off.
He did not know that the case had been withdrawn.


“ I hope you did not expose yourself?” Naairah said as they drove back home, “ because everyone is astonished at the way he withdrew the case and even apologised.”

“ I did nothing.”

“You are speaking with your wife Mr Hayati. You must have taking him so hard. He was literally scared. The police dropped the assault charges, and everything just died with Lawal writing an undertaken. But thank God they can live in peace. My dear Nadia, she went through hell.”

“I know I crossed limits but I was so angry and could not let them suffer more. Okay, I did not tell you but I punched him and slapped him. You know that is very unlike of me but he got me off the edge. And I threatened him, and got some dirt out of him. The police know that what they did was out of their jurisdiction so it was easy for me. I was going to use some mighty powers to fight it. Life is all about risk and I did that to save the poor couple.”

“ Thank you very much Hayati.” She smiled. “ I am so happy right now.”

“ So am I.” He said then remembered Baanah. That was his biggest trouble right now. She was so rude, condescending and so full of herself.

“Where are you going to?”She asked as she saw him take a turn.

“Bread.”

“Funny, you have a confectionary and you are buying bread here.”

“ We have not I have, Miss sunshine and you just committed a great crime.”

“I am sorry.”

“ Okay, I will decide on how to punish you later on.” He slowed the car and then parked. “ Do you have special needs?’

“Yes, chocolates.”

“ You and chocolates, I hope you will reduce the intake when you get pregnant because I will fight you hard.”

“Pregnant?”

He stopped and gave her a pacific look then smiled, touched her face with his palms then bent forward to kiss her, “yes, insha Allah. I pray you would carry my child one day.”
She nodded, short of words, and felt her eyes accumulating tears. That was just a dream now, and he was only calming her down but it worked. She was lucky he was a darling, and tried to make her feel happy. He went out of the car and went inside the confectionary.

Naairah quickly wiped off her tears, and Baanah came into her mind. If Baanah behaved the way she did even when she was not yet his wife, what would happen when he married her and she began to give him babies? What would become of her? Would Adnan’s love for the babies make him derail?
She trusted him, but a woman could not be underestimated and one of such women was Baanah.
It was at that time she heard an argument. It was between an ‘express’ man and a lady. Naairah recognised the man to be the one who said he was educated that day and spoke very horrible English.
He seemed to be a trouble maker. He was dressed in an old fashioned coat, then covered his head with an old beanie.

“ whose you?” he shouted at the lady. “ because I am express is nos means you can insulting me.”

The lady seemed shocked.

“I did not insult you. We were bargaining and I said it was too expensive. What I said was an idiomatic expression.”

The word idiomatic expression was what got him angry the most.

“ God punish you!” he barked.

“ Otuh, relax nah!” His colleague said.

“Why I go relax? Because I dey do express no mean say she abuse me. I agree I dey do express but I no be idiot. She call me idiomatic express. Na her papa be idiot no be me.”

The lady now got it. He took idiomatic expression to an insult. Idiot and express.

“I see why you are apoplectic …”She said trying to calm him since she realised his ignorance.

“Una hear ba? Una carry una ear hear ba? She don turn from idiot to epileptic. She think say I no know epileptic.”

The lady gave up and moved to another bike man.

Naairah was so engrossed in watching the drama she was not aware that her husband was back.

“What is going on there?” He asked.

“ Never you call say idiomatic expression because I am not an idiot.”

“How?"

“The lady said idiomatic expression and the guy went mad that she called him an idiot express man. And she made it worse by saying he was apoplectic and the poor guy told her that he was not epileptic.”

“ Damn!” Adnan laughed.

They arrived home to find Baanah waiting with her small pack. What was wrong? What was she doing here?

Adnan alighted first.

“Baanah, what is wrong?”

It was then Naairah noticed another girl who was sitting on a small box.

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It was around ten o'clock in the morning when Adnan was allowed into Lawal's office.
He met him sitting behind his desk comfortably with a smirk on his face.

" I have Hayat in my place today. You are welcome."

"Thank you Lawal."

"Please sit down. "

Adnan sat down.

"I will not waste your time. I am bringing a personal issue during official hours. It is about your case with Jamil."

"Hmmmm"

"I want you to drop the case today. "

Lawal laughed.

"Hayat, you have guts. How dare you tell me what to do and when to do it? "

Adan gave him a glare.

" Because you are taking a very dangerous step."

"I know. I am up to the task, Hayat. I am fighting for my right and there is nothing anyone can do about that. "

" Are you sure? "

"You should have known that by now. Her father made some contacts, but the outcome was negative because he is dealing with a higher power here.
I hold the cards. We run things so no one can infringe on my right. "

" Now listen to me Lawal. "


“ I understand your psychopathological condition of megalomania.” Adnan said. “ And obsession which is getting you delusional. As a man, I will tell you this, just for the records: when a woman tells you that she is not in love with you, or she is in love with another person, let her go and have peace.
I hate men who go after women who don’t love them but your case is bizarre. This lady is married, and you were part of the contenders, and she chose him over you but you still resort to disrupting the fragile peace.
She is like a sister to my wife and I can go to any length to stand for her. Any length, Lawal Nasir and that means you are stepping on the wrong toes. You are crossing the line and that is going to be bad for you.
You are using the back door to manipulate things. I am good at that too. I tell you to back out for the last time before I bring you down….”

“Who the hell do you think you are Hayat? You come into my ……..”

Boop! Pas!

He was cut short with a blow in his stomach and a slap. The punch felt as if it has made a hole in his intestines, and the slap felt like an acid attack.
He was shocked to see a pistol in Adnan’s hand.
What?
Was he a criminal? A gun! And the way he had hit him was so professional.

“ If you make a noise, I will blow your head.” Adnan warned and his eyes brooked no argument. Lawal held his stomach, whimpering in pain.

“Now listen to me you doofus! You decided to play the game in the underworld way. Let us go under and see who would surface.
You feel haughty and confident that you pull the strings, you rule the world because you have the privilege of knowing top men through your father and your position as a former youth leader and adviser to a governor.
You know governors, senators and it ends there. The governors you know are also local champions. They don’t pull international strings. They may know one or two people they do business with abroad, but most Of them cannot even see a world leader except when they are part an entourage of a sitting president.
That is why Addy would not even shake hands with most of you. He pulled world strings, he saw you as piece of shit, his father made governors, so shut the fuc* up and stay humble. Now I am going to give you a dose of your game. You are going to receive a termination letter of approval for your importation of Guwenba Products from China.
All I did was a phone call. Let me see how your powers will avert that. ….”

How did he know about that? Lawal wondered.

“ You will not be allowed visa to travel to USA. I made a recommendation about you. Try me and see. And you are so stupid to think we will not ask why you sent five million naira into Mallam Zakari’s account. I also have a recording of your conversations with Mallam Zakari since last night.
You felt wise not to give Justice Bala cash, so you bought a house and he claimed to buy it from you but he did not give you a dime. A smart way of bribing but no so smart to me because I got your line tapped, and I have been monitoring your calls.”

“That is illegal.”

“I know. I am giving you a dose of your medicine. That is the quickest way to quell this madness because you are going to back off this case it this moment or else you will be rotting in jail soon. And try to claim that I am involved, that is when you will know that I am as slippery as an ice. All I just said is going to be your word against mine.
If you think anything can be traced to me, you are in for another think. I am trained to do this idiot. You are to me a piece of shit Lawal. You are nothing and I am going to prove that to you and mark my words, if anything happens to Nadia and her husband that looks fishy, even if you are not the one, then you are a dead meat.
You are coming with me right now, and you are going to withdraw that case, and apologise to the family, and get the fuc* out of their lives. Remember you guys bent the law. Which law gives the judge power to give such an order? What the hell is official quarters? Who gave him the right to ask her to leave when there was no hearing?
I will get at him in my time and I swear he will go down bad. Now move your big head up and we leave because I feel like smacking you again.”

Lawal knew when not to argue and this was one of such times.

" I hope your wife would learn how to cook Arabian cuisines." Baanah said flicking her fingers . " She would need to cook them when it is her turn to cook. I want her to learn how to make Saltah which is a national dish in Yemen. That is important and remember that we Arabs eat chicken, lamb and goat more than beef.
We flavour our tea with cardamom, clove or mint. I guess you will learn to use take Karaden, Naqe'e Al Zabib which are my favourite cold beverages.
Aisha will teach you how to make Yamen dishes like Aseedah, jachnun, kabsa, thareed and many more."

"I think that will be a great idea." Naairah said. " I think you would also learn some Hausa cuisines too. You will learn how to make danwake, funkasau, kwakumeti, pate, damboo, masa and awara."

Baanah pouted.

" We need to leave now Hayati." She said ignoring her remark. " We have a day ahead of us."

Adnan turned at Naairah.

" My Miss Sunshine, we have not had our bath yet. Let us go and do that then we go out."

"Go where?" Baanah asked.

" We are going together."

"No! You can go with her another time. This is my trip and she is not going to intrude!"

" Have you thought of the fact that you and I are not meant to be in seclusion. We need a third party."

"You have a chauffeur. He will do that."

" Baanah we are not married yet. She is my wife, mark that."

"Who says she is not your wife for now? I just......"

"Hayati just go and get set so you can leave." Naairah said. "We don't have to argue over this. Let the chauffeur go with you. I don't know why
I have not been able to reach Nadia I would have gone to spend some time with her."

"Is that what you guys do here?" Baanah asked . " A married woman just leaves her house to spend time with her friend simply because her husband is going out?"

"Yes, Baanah. " Adnan replied. " That is what we do. When you trust and love your wife, you give her permission to see the people she loves and feels she would have a good time with. Telling me this means she would not go without my consent."

" But where is good time without you, Hayati?" Baanah said. " All my good time should be with you. Every time I spend with someone else would be mere necessity except when we start making babies. I love babies Hayati. It is good to have them."

Naairah tried to ignore her comments, but the part of child bearing hurt her but she was not going to cry in her presence.

"Please Hayati go and get ready so you guys can leave." She pleaded and Adnan saw how hurt she was. He felt hurt himself and he could not help going to her, holding her and kissed her.

"I love you, Miss Sunshine."

"I love you too."

Baanah grimaced but said nothing. She was very sure Naairah was going to be a hindrance and something had to be done. She was not going to take this. Maybe it was because they were not married yet. She would definitely take Adnan away from her.

Adnan took just a few steps towards the staircase when Naairah received a call.

" Ameen wa alaikum salam, good afternoon ma....."she listened, " Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihu raji'un. When?............Now?......where?..........okay ."

"What is wrong?" Adnan who had paused asked.

" Nadia and her husband have been arrested."

"Why?"

"I have not gotten the details but her mother said Lawal filed a case that Jamil was married to his wife and they wanted to take her away when Jamil tried to stop them."

"Where are they right now?"

" They are in a police station around Karu. I will call them. They won't even let them see them."

Adnan frowned.

"It does not make sense. Why should they take her away? What kind of law is that?"

"I don't have much details now."

"Let us go at once." Adnan said and ran upstairs.

"What?" Baanah said. " Let her go Hayati, we have to go."

Adnan ignored her, went and wore clothes without taking a bath. Naairah only wore a veil and they were set.

" Baanah we have a situation and the trip is cancelled. The chauffeur will take you back."

"No! I am coming with you. It is still part of the trip. I will know Kura today, and that is something."

Adnan gave her a stare.

"But I will not take any more of your pesky attitudes. Do not go and embarrass us."

"I promise I won't Hayati."

They arrived Karu about thirty minutes later. After some enquiries, they located the Police station.

They met

Hajiya Fatima outside while Professor Abubakar was on phone.

They exchanged greetings and Professor Abubakar finished his call.

"Thank you for coming ." He said. "This is a debilitating farrago of law annihilation! It is unheard of. I can't even see them? I was called and thought it was a scuttlebutt but I was reverberated to find the quiddity of the situation.
Lawal is a maverick nincompoop! He resorted to mud-slinging nepotistic pizzazz! I called the Minister of Education who was a colleague and he promised to talk to the Minister of Justice but the lackadaisical nepotation of the stakeholders is sickening.
The deliberate ineptness of the court and police is a manifestation of chicanery, which is so befuddling. There must be some high profile subterfuge machine in play...."

Adnan wanted details and not the big words.

" Sir, what really happened?"

Hajiya Fatima offered a detailed explanation because she knew who her husband was.
Adnan got the key points: the name of the court and judge.
He had to do something fast.

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Can Lawal just become a cripple or blind, I'm tired of his manipulation's

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