Chapter 42: Chapter 42

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Mika'il roamed around the streets of Abuja trying to focus on the event that has happened earlier. He couldn't believe what is going on with him because the real him would never have done anything like that. His mother is dead, it doesn't mean he is given a certificate of becoming a jerk to his wife who is not at all a suspect. What he did was beyond him, he felt the pull in his memory when he entered the room his mother was killed in. It might be natural, there was no blood to show that someone used a gun, knife or any weapon to kill his mother if anyone killed her.

When he saw his wife sitting on the floor, all the memories he's had with her was nowhere to be found, all he could find is his mother's murderer sitting there looking lost. If he hadn't heard what his siblings are saying that she was his wife, he couldn't believe there is any memory with her, it was empty and blank. But the memories he's had with his mother, they kept flooding choking him, it was suffocating him and egging him to avenge his mother's death, he couldn't hold back the hurtful words he's whispered to her. He even went as far as divorcing her, that was the last straw.

Everyone was disappointed in him which made him realise that he was in love with his wife and they couldn't believe what happened between them. They couldn't believe the man who wasn't able to handle his mother's death and ended up acting like a spineless man. He's regretted what he did but it was too late, it was in a fit of rage.

And the words his second wife kept whispering to him on their way, it was also part of what caused him to do that. He felt drugged, not spiritually but medically, like someone has punched his brains till it yaw blue, he seriously felt the pain at first then the memory loss. The mere sight of Bushra became poisonous, the emotions choking him to the extent he was breathless for a second.

The last thing he can do now is help his ex-wife get justice, at least he will know that he's done something good for her and if the memories rush back, he won't feel too guilt. But will he not feel the guilt after they rush back? The figments and fragments of memories that's flashed before his eyes after he left the room, it shows how happy he was with Bushra and how close his mother and her seems to be, more closer than he is with his mother. So there is a huge question mark here about his mother's murder which he desperately want to erase while proving his first wife innocent.

He will keep the fact that his memory is shaking for now and instead look for the culprit and bring them to justice. With that thought in his head, he made a sharp u turn and made his way back home thinking about something. His father was a private man and didn't want CCTV cameras in his home but Mika'il has never been too trusting like his parents so he put five of them around the house but not inside. Just to see the people going in, doing anything suspicious, no one knows about it but him. He didn't want his father mad at him for not paying heed to his words, it had to be done and this is where it came in handy.

"Check the CCTV camera for eight hours ago." He sat down in the security room, turn on the huge computer that is never connected so his father won't get a whiff of it. Now, he will see who was in the house before Bushra came to see his mother.

"Here, Sir." Ayuba, the head security of their house showed to him. He is an older man, a retired soldier who was eager to take up the job and work under his father many years ago. He hasn't aged one bit, he is still strong for a man hitting off sixty five or maybe more than that.

"Pause it, who is that?" He lean closer to the computer trying to see the unknown car that was there in their home hours ago. This is it, this person will be under the custody too even if they don't know anything. He has a feeling that the person inside that car knows what happened.

"This is the President's stepson, Fuzail." Another thing Mika'il like about Ayuba, he knows everyone there is to know in the world. Anyone important and enemy in their family, he has them all under his radar so it is easy to work with him with so much knowledge.

"What is he doing here? Was my second wife here too?" He lean back, rubbing his hands together trying to fix the puzzle in front of him. He was darn sure Zara was with him at home when Bushra left so it doesn't make sense that she also came to his parent's home.

"She wasn't here, Sir. He left his car looking drunk but I thought she sent him to get her something. He didn't leave the house after several hours and when he came out, he was quite disoriented. I didn't want to bring it up in front of your father so he won't find out about the camera, I was waiting for you. Madam Bushra is innocent in all these. As soon as he left the house, her car came driving in. He should be the one in her place, just in case it wasn't a natural death." Ayuba gave his own piece of information while staring straight at Mika'il, he is a retired soldier after all, he is not afraid of voicing out his opinion.

Bushra shouldn't be in any trouble because her husband couldn't take care of her. If fasting in the holy month is what makes him lose it, then he should take time off and get his head straight.

"I'll be right back." He stood up and drove recklessly to the President's house and he saw his wife's car there too. That is beside the point, he can easily get the two of them but he is not sure whether Zara knows about her brother visiting their home so late at night. He asked for Fuzail's chamber not wanting to rise questions and everyone around the Villa will know why he was there.

"What are you-" Mika'il shut his mouth seeing his wife and her stepbrother on the bed, naked. His eyes stared at the two of them then he let out a dark chuckle, the culprits. If there was an ounce of doubt before in his heart, then it has vanished into thin air at the sight of them together.

"What are you doing here, Baby?" Zara stood up, her eyes wide while she try locating her clothes away from Fuzail's but she ended up wearing his white shirt. Mika'il found the whole situation funny for some reason, he couldn't believe it.

Zara is not one to be innocent, he has known that but something almost changed his opinion about her. This is funny because he never expect to see her with someone who murdered his mother which means she also have hands in what happened. He has asked Ayuba to make a CD of that CCTV footage and send it straight to Bushra's father without telling him he was the one who did it. The hearing is tomorrow, giving them more time to orchestrate perfect plans to save Bushra. He will have to deal with this after that is done, when he makes sure Fuzail is the one behind bars with life sentence for his mother's murder.

"Wanted to come see what you are doing but then found out you are with my mother's murderer. What are you now? A murderer too!" His voice was filled with rage, the one that makes you shake unconsciously but his eyes, they are calm. That real definition of calm before the storm, she can see it all written.

"He didn't murder your mother, your wife did. And I was just helping him, nothing happened between us, right Fuzail?" She is shaking like a leaf inside, she shouldn't feel this way when she was assured that her marriage was safe just few minutes ago. This is going downhill, she hopes Fuzail won't do anything stupid to break her marriage for himself, she won't spare him if he does anything as such.

"Yes, it was medical help. And how dare you accuse me of murder? Searching all over to keep your guilt on check while putting the blame on someone?" Fuzail is walking on thin ice but he was sure he didn't kill his mother, she died like everyone else. He was just the one who had seen her and used her last before she died, that is all he knows.

"Don't talk to him like that, Fuzail. Stay out of this, don't interfere." Zara had to say something or this will augment to where she don't want this spreading out to. She has already committed a crime, she will have to do something again to get Mika'il in check, he is going haywire.

"You are also going to stay away from me." Mika'il left the room, there is no use talking to them, he will just give that evidence to Bushra's father and he can handle them for him. Spending time there with them will only make his head explode, he already feels like he is not working with his brains.

"How did he get here?" Zara started shaking, her hands moving around to remove Fuzail's shirt and wear her own clothes. He is staring at her in nothing but contempt but it doesn't matter, he will come around yet again. She needs to get things done, Fuzail is the last person in her mind.

"I have no idea. You are going to rush back to him even after he's left you here to rot? I don't know why you look like a woman with no self-respect, I feel ashamed to have ever loved you. I hope I will be able to get over my feelings and be a better person. I am done being your puppet, do what you think is right but my name should never be mentioned." He left the room wearing only his jeans which he hasn't noticed has one of the loops yanked.

Zara stared at him in amusement before huffing, that kid should not even think about double crossing her. After getting ready, she took her phone from the bedside drawer and dialled a number that will help her now and in future. The person didn't pick the call so she knew what she was going to do, that person need the money before the work get done. She sent a million straight to their account number and waited with baited breathe for them to call her, and they did.

She smiled cruelly, money can do anything on this earth but bringing back the dead.

"I have been waiting for you to send the money but you didn't so I ignored your calls, you figured that out. You can come over at my place, we can plan everything today and you shall be out of this horrible place in no time. Just make sure you have some more cash with you." The man from the other end of the phone didn't allow her to speak, he did all the talking. That's why she likes him, he does his job without letting anything personal coming in between.

"Sure, I'll be there in ten." She left Fuzail's chamber hearing the sound of shower, he must be taking bath. She rolled her eyes, the kid finally grew some balls and have the audacity to say crap to her, not her concern.

She drove with a smile of triumph, everything will fall into place by tomorrow evening right before or after the hearing. This has been her plan for a long time, she just didn't know how she could put it into action but then Fuzail helped her with it, her dead mother in-law helped too. Ramadan hasn't even reached half and all her plans are getting perfect, she thought it was going to take until Eid. If this is how her Ramadans are going to be, she will always sit down and calmly wait for this blessed month. She is evil, but she still prays and Allah answer all her prayers like he does everyone else's.

Shortly, she arrived at the dinky looking room at the outskirts of Abuja, the ghetto side of Abuja. The room is about to fall off as the blocks are already eaten by water, she wonder how the man manage to live there. He has so much money, he works dirty for everyone, he still don't live a good life in good place, how sad is that. With the money to get him out of the world if he wants, he is still living such horrible life a poor man won't live.

But Allah has promised, dirty money won't ever make a good living, she could see the example in so many people around her.

She packed her car and entered inside while checking around to make sure the coast is clear, you can never be too sure of who and what is following. Especially now that Bushra's brothers are restlessly trying to gather enough evidence to get her out of that jail, poor them. She's planned to do a lot of things before she gets released, she is sure she will get released tomorrow so her plan is going to take place before the hearing. There are so many people around her, they want to help her plan this so she won't fail it.

"Have you given him the flurazepam?" The old man that looks to be around seventy questioned. His lips are rotten yellow, almost yawing brown due to kolanut, cocaine, marijuana and cigarette.

"Yes, but his memories are still kind of fresh, they move around but still are in one place. I thought he won't remember his wife but he did and now he is accusing my stepbrother of murdering his mother. We need something stronger, this won't work on him." She explained, moving closer to him on the dirty old couch. If not that she is desperate, she wouldn't have entered that filthy place. This is not the time for her to think about her expensive designer outfit.

"Give him this, the strongest benzodiazepine, alprazolam. It will work in no time, give it to him after the accident takes place." She grinned, taking the bottle from the man because this is where her happily ever after begin. This man is willing to help her orchestrate her plan for five million, she don't mind spending more if it means getting Mika'il all to herself. He deserve that and more from her.

"Are you sure it will work? I don't want him to remember anything about Bushra, she should be blank in his head. I can work on building our memories with him, he will believe photos." She voice out her concern, she don't want things to go wrong when she has come to the last stage of her struggles. Something can ricochet unexpectedly, she can't afford that.

"Don't worry about it, that will be perfect. He won't have much memories with anyone, only the new ones you are going to build with him. But, he can't see pictures of this Bushra woman or he will remember everything." He warned, leaning back against his underhanded couch looking unethical and vile. This is his work, ruin people's life while making others life, and he is no God, people tend to make him feel like one.

"Thank you so much. I'll send the rest of the payment as soon as everything is sorted." She stood up, her hand holding the bottle tightly against her like fragile egg. If this bottle were to slip, she was sure she would cry her life out along with it.

"I don't joke with my balance, Zara. I'm only doing this because of your mother, pay on time or you will regret it." Oh yes, he is her mother's ex-husband who divorced her after going to jail for five years and her mother couldn't wait that long. She married him after leaving their real father, the president.

"Don't worry, I also don't play with such things. Just make sure everything goes as we planned, you can even get double." She shrugged, she was not kidding. If he helps her get Mika'il, she will do everything he wants without second thought, it is all up to him to decide.

She left the dingy place and drove back home, not bothering to find out where Mika'il is, she will get him under her radar in few hours. She prepared food for them and put the alprazolam inside his own. He might not want to come back home, but that is also planned in her books so she went to her room and took a bath. She feels happy and sated after her time with Fuzail, he was one heck of a beast.