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61.

They were already in the third month of their marriage, and according to their arrangement, they had two months left until they get divorced. But, none of them speaks about it, it was as though they were both trying to forget the fact that they had agreed to something like that. All they do is enjoy each other's company and try as much as they both can to get to know more about each other.Zeenah smiled as she hailed a taxi to ride home. She had just finished her exams for the semester, and couldn't wait to get home and have a nice sleep without thinking of her pending exams. Oh! How sweet can life be without thinking about having to write any exams?The abrupt beeping of her phone made her look through it. It was Nana, asking her if she was done with her exams and when was she going to get home so she can come over. Zeenah quickly typed a reply that she was already on her way home. Over the past month, Zeenah and Nana had become friends,

62.

As he drove through the street, AbdulRasheed's thought drifted towards the envelopes at home. Ever since he had spoken with Zeenah about them that Afternoon, AbdulRasheed found out that he was very nervous at the outcome of the content of those envelopes. He also couldn't help the creeping feeling of thinking it was Aliya that had sent them, rather than Abubakar, as Zeenah thought.Didn't she say she'll find a way to get back to him if he doesn't do something? Perhaps, she was already making her move.Overcoming enormous trepidation, AbdulRasheed eased the car slowly into their street, and honk at the gate for Musa, who had come rushing while greeting his master."Welcome, Alhaji," Musa greeted."Thank you, Musa," AbdulRasheed replied, as he stopped a little to talk to him. "How was your day?""It was fine, Alhaji.""That's good," AbdulRasheed replied. He had wanted to ask

63.

It was a bright beautiful morning, and for some reason known best to her, Zeenah found that she had been walking around the house with a goofy smile on her lips. Oddly enough, she knew well enough that it was the odd satisfaction she felt for having spent the night again in the arms of her husband. She giggled slowly when she recalled how she had woken up wrapped in his arms, her arms were tightly secured around him as though she was afraid something or someone was going to snatch him away from her, and her right leg was in between his legs, while the left was atop them. She recollected how she had flushed with mortification when he had softly whispered into her ears to wake her up that morning. How deep must the sleep be for her to have slept through all that? She placed the last food warmer she had carried on the dining table, and adjusted the plate edging by the end of the table. There was an entirely different aura enveloping her, someth

64.

Her head was throbbing. Terribly. And her eyes were bloodshot, red, puffed and painfully sloped. She hadn't winked throughout the night, sleep didn't come, and she didn't force it to. Her heart was a jumble of emotions that were riling her up, emotions that had no meaning, and some that she honestly regret ever feeling.How had she been this gullible? Gullible enough to actually believe that AbdulRasheed was different. He was nothing less than Abubakar, perhaps, he was even worse than Abubakar. Because he had caught her off guard when she was vulnerable, when she was least expecting it. He had thoroughly shattered her to pieces, and this time around, she was sure that nothing or no way would be able to fix her.But what if he was the one telling the truth and not Nana? What if Nana was the one telling the truth? She groaned in frustration, clearly, she was confused, and had no way of knowing.Unless, she decides to at least, listen to what Abdul wanted to say, which she wasn't actually

65.

Everything was back to square one. It was though they had never, not even for once shared an intimate moment, as though they've never smiled at each other, or spoke to each other. Life was truly unpredictable. There was a saying that nothing lasts forever, that nothing actually stays as it is. Perhaps, that was true and was same for their own case of love. Maybe, they were only destined to live happily for some time, maybe they were destined to only find comfort in each other for just a while. Perhaps, there's was never to last. AbdulRasheed peered blankly at the piece of paper Zeenah had left on the dining, just like she did in the first days of their marriage. But what gave him some hope was that, she had wished him luck in his day to day activities. Maybe, just maybe there was some hope left for their tragic love that had simply ended before they could even enjoy it. He inhaled deeply and tucked the piece of paper in

66.

His shoulders were stiff, tension radiating from them. AbdulRasheed ran his hands through his hair and sighed, "What do you mean she's not there?" He asked, and cursed himself slowly when he heard his voice crack a little at the end, clearly, he wasn't in his right senses and nothing actually made enough sense to him. Where was Zeenah? "I'm serious. She's not here, Abdul," Samirah replied, the tension in her voice easily noticed. "What happened? Isn't she at home?" "I wouldn't have called to ask if she was home," he replied harshly, then realised who he was talking to and decided to soften his voice a little. "I'm sorry, I'm just so..." "It's okay, I perfectly understand you, Abdul. How long has she been gone?" "Since yesterday morning," he replied, pacing the room in long strides. "She left to go see Maama but didn't get home. I had planned to go get her myself when I left work, but something came u

67.

Three days later. Three days and six hours later, Zeenah was still yet to be found, and nothing has been heard from her. Despite how hard AbdulRasheed had tried, he couldn't hold it in anymore. So, he did the only reasonable thing that came to his mind. He went home and told his parents about the situation. His father had been furious that he took that long to tell them what had been happening. Worse of all was Maama's reaction after telling that Zeenah was missing. If Bashir hadn't forced him to, AbdulRasheed wouldn't have told his parents or Zeenah's parents about her disappearance. He had had a firm belief that Zeenah had run off away from him, not that something happened like they were all insisting. But, what if something had really happened to her? "Let's go to the police station," AbdulRasheed's father had announced the second day they couldn't get a hold of Zeenah. "We can't wait here when we

68.

The room was dark, and there was an unbearable stench to it. She moved a little, and the rope which held her hands tightly behind the chair squeezed more tightly. She groaned and yelled angrily and felt like yanking so hard at her hands, maybe, just maybe she'll set them free and remove the blindfold from her eyes. The only time she wasn't blindfolded or tied to a chair was when she was being fed. The first day she had been brought, Zeenah refused to eat everything she was given. But by the second day, when she realized that she needed to eat to survive, she began eating, while the large hulk man stands beside her, his hands folded across his chest. She was still yet to see any face apart from his. She tried so hard to think of any reason why someone will decide to kidnap her but couldn't. Nothing actually makes any sense to her no matter how hard she tried. The only other time she had felt a presence, was when she was snapped. She knew she had been snapped beca

69.

AbdulRasheed surveyed the house once more before he moved toward it slowly. This was the house he had met Aliyah the night Zeenah had been kidnapped. He had called her number and was lucky that it went through and she picked up, telling him to come to meet her there if he wants to get his wife back.AbdulRasheed didn't waver, however, he had told Bashir to come along but stay hidden. He hooped out of the car and turned discreetly to check up on Bashir, who had parked some few meters away from the house. He had no idea why Aliya had told him to come over, but whatever it is, he was going to see the end of it today.He thumped on the door and waited for some minutes before the door was yanked open. Aliya stood by the door, dressed in a mint green fitted gown. Even her breasts were showing, despite knowing the consequences of her actions, it seemed as though all that didn't bother Aliya one bit. "Hello, handsome. Look, I'm wearing your favour

70.

Two days laterShe tried to open her eyes, but it felt as though they've been glued by something. She tried again but quickly shut them back as soon as she had opened them because of the blinding lights from the light bulbs in the room. The next time she tried, she was able to squint her eyes a little to adjust to the blinding lights. However, the first thing that caught her attention was the white Celine and the white walls surrounding her. Was she dead already? Perhaps, she might already be in heaven. God, what a life she had had to live to have died that way.She turned her head a little, and that was when she saw someone sitting right beside her. From all indications, it was a man, because the curly hair was bent right towards her, enough to want to make her move her hand and run them through the hair. A sigh escaped her lips when she finally realized who was sitting there.At the sound of her sigh, AbdulRashe

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