Chapter 44: Chapter 44

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"I have the evidence to prove Bushra not guilty, come home and see for yourself." Zara sent the message to Mika'il knowing that that will bring him back home even if it is against his will. He won't ever be out of her sight soon, he should act like a free bird with the little time he has.

Few minutes later, she heard the gates opening and his car came rolling into the house. She beamed, this is what she has been waiting for. She is only wearing a towel around her, she walked to the door and welcomed him inside. He looks tired, bags underneath his eyes and exhausted lines all around his face, stubbles by the side of his face. She gave him a pitiful look before kissing him, it is the side effect of that other medicine. She should feel guilty but she doesn't feel anything, he deserves that for what he's made her go through.

He is her beloved after all, she won't let him suffer for long.

"Where is the evidence?" He questioned after sitting down on the dining table and choking down glass of water. She has put the medicine inside too, she don't want to leave any stone unturned, she won't be stupid again.

"Have your iftar first then we can talk about everything and how to get Bushra back to her father's house. Here, I made your favorite pounded yam and ofe owerri." She served it in a plate for him, he was quick to start with the swallow after washing his hand in the basin beside them in the dining table.

Zara stared at him for a long time seeing how the medicine is taking quick effect on him, he is slowly losing it. He fell asleep with his hand inside the soup, she assist him to their room and lie him down before taking off his rings, she will need them in a few hours. She called her mother's ex husband to come get the rings so they can put their plan into action. In the mean time, she booked them ticket to leave the country to Seoul, she won't stay anywhere close to Nigeria and risk anyone finding them though the chances are extremely slim, she is not as dumb as she thought.

After booking an apartment for them, a hospital room for two days, she smiled in triumph and threw her phone. All she needs to do now is leave the country and never come back, she never planned to. She has no one but her father and he will also understand and support her when the time is right but for now, she won't involve anyone in her plan. Too many people is risking the safety of so many things, she can't afford that. This time around, she won't make no mistake, she won't let Bushra Amani win this game no matter what.

Her phone rang beside her and she rolled her eyes seeing her younger sister Hanan calling her. It was only time before all her family members start bombarding her with questions, she is ready to give them all befitting answers. Her father is out of the country to check out his health in Saudi Arabia, any moment he will find out about her mother in-law's death and call her too. She need to act all emotional, fuck! She didn't even pretend in front of Mika'il but she has to do it for her family, they don't understand her plans.

"Why didn't you tell me about your mother in-law's death?" Hanan interrogated as soon as she picked the call, she is acting like mother hen now, Zara don't like it.

She really love her sisters, both of them but sometimes, even the family members can be pain in ass just like at that time. All she wants is some lonely time with her husband who is now hers, he will dance to her tunes now and forever but they had to ruin it for her. The small girl now thinks she has the right over everyone since she is about to become a doctor in every sense of the way. Yes, she is proud of her and will want her to become someone great in the future like her father in-law.

But not then, she only wants her mental focus on Mika'il and Mika'il alone.

"How could I when I don't know where my head is? It's so saddening losing her so soon, she was such a sweetheart." Zara sniffles while rolling her eyes in the background, this is tiring. Just few more hours and she will not have to act, she will be herself around her husband.

"I'm sorry for your lost. Bushra's brother came to me in the gym and was telling me that you guys disappeared from the house and are nowhere to be found. I was worried that you guys went missing and you didn't tell me anything about it. He is suspecting you. Do you know anything about it?" Hanan's voice drop down a little to ask the question like a hypocrite.

"I don't know what they are talking about. I'm here in our home, Mika'il is about to lose it after divorcing Bushra mistakenly." Zara grinned at the last part wanting to stand up and whoop to the earth that she has Bushra down below. She wants to tell the world that Mika'il belongs only to her now.

"Are you serious?! How can he even think about divorcing her mistakenly?" There was this distaste in Hanan's voice that didn't sit well with Zara. Is the girl siding with Bushra Amani now? Did she manage to get through her vein like she does every other soul?

"Shouldn't you be happy that your sister got her husband to herself? Are you sympathizing with Bushra now?" Zara can't help but ask, she don't like how the woman is getting too much without even trying. Zara is here working her ass off to get the man of her dreams, the woman don't have to move a muscle to get everything in a silver platter.

"I don't know why I'm not happy that he divorced her and she was accused of murder. She don't deserve that, she is a nice woman." Hanan hung up the phone, Zara stared at the device in wonder. Is it her or is everyone just cutting her off now? First there is Fuzail and now Hanan? She won't stand any chance with Jiddah if Hanan already did this.

"I'll deal with them later." She rolled around and lie down on Mika'il, tracing his handsome face with her finger. The guy is just too much, he does not deserve to suffer so much because of love and obsession. His eyes are looking dead so is his face and whole body, the side effect of the medicine she gave him.

The next morning, Zara woke up with someone poking her arm gently, she opened her eyed to stare at her husband's soft eyes. He has never looked at her like that, his eyes are always guarded around her but for some off reasons, he is gazing at her with warmth that caressed her skin. This must be the medicine working, he don't remember how they got married and how much he loves his ex wife. This is what she has been anticipating, the love and adoration in her husband's eyes whenever he looks at her, he just did that.

She smiled at him, rolling to her side and yawn loudly before reaching over to wrap the towel that flew on the bed around her body. He is watching her keenly, trying to see where he could point her out, he didn't remember anything and this made her happy. Bushra Amani is out of the picture, she has disappeared like she was never there to begin with. Poof, she is not there again, this is just her and Mika'il till forever do them apart. In health or sickness, wealth or poor, they won't leave each other.

"Who are you?" He asked, she had never enjoyed listening to those words like she did at that moment. Everyone knows who she is, she don't need to tell them so him asking that is different.

"I'm your second wife, Zara. I think you drank something that makes your memory work in shambles." She explained, leaving the bed to check her closet for something appropriate meant to leave the country. She is going to take the last step today, this is it, where she begins a life filled with happiness.

"I have a first wife?" His brows drew together, he don't know what to believe now. All his life, he has thought about living with one wife, so hearing this is definitely news to him.

"Yes, she is in jail and you have divorced her." Zara let her voice drop like she was sad, stopping by the door that leads her to the closet. She wants to get something straight in his head before she leaves him alone to ponder on what happened in his life.

"In jail? What crime has she committed?" His head feels like bursting with so many questions, he feels dizzy and his words are slurred for no reason. He just awoke from his sleep, he shouldn't be as tired as he feels.

"Yes, she killed your mother. Don't ask so many question, you won't get the answers right now because we need to leave the country as soon as possible. I can answer all your questions on the way, we need to leave now or miss our flight." Zara closed his mouth by sliding into the closet, he will think about this for awhile before he decide to ask questions again.

She changed into one of her all time favorite denim jeans and white shirt which she tucked inside the jeans. She took a jean jacket and drape it around her, not buttoning it up and her bra is showing through the white shirt, it doesn't matter now. She slipped on white pair of sneakers comfortable enough got her to walk through the airport and also the whole ride, many hours in the plane. Not going for any makeup, she tied denim coloured veil around her head to close her short hair before she move to their packed luggage. She took the liberty of going to Bushra's room to pack for him.

"Get dressed, we should leave now." She said to him, throwing jeans and shirt on the bed for him to change into then pointed at the bathroom door behind him.

Mika'il feels sick all over his body but manage to go take a bath remembering that his mother is dead, he has some memories with her. She was a lovely beautiful woman that takes care of everyone, she is a free soul, always happy and loving. He tried cracking his brain to remember and he did, he could see his family happily enjoying their time and he also know that he is a pilot, he knows that work too. What he is searching for is his first wife who apparently killed his mother, he can't believe he married a murderer. He should not even recall such horrendous memory, she don't deserve to be in his memories.

He got dressed to the clothes given to him feeling more like his old self ready to take charge. All he needs to know now is more about his second wife who seem really loving and caring. She sounded so sad talking about his first wife, like they shared some good old times that she is holding onto. That murderer does not deserve anything good, she does not. Even though he's felt like he was in a coma for many years, he knew he was not that old but feels old at the thought of having another wife.

He is darn sure the younger version of him won't just get married to anyone, he wanted only one wife. It means he is older than thirty now to have two wives, he will ask her more about him. He has the memories of him when he was twenty seven, but from there, they manage to dematerialize.

"Where are we going to and why?" He couldn't stop himself from asking as soon as they buckled into the car while she talked to the security man outside.

"If anyone asks where we are going, tell them we are going to the court." She whispered to the man, she wants no one to find out that she is taking Mika'il out of the country after making sure the erase his memory and tamper with his health.

"We are going to South Korea to live forever because apparently, your first wife is still in haunt of us. She has killed your mother, your family caught up in a fire which everyone is suspecting that she did so she won't spare us. We were advised by a police officer that we should leave the country as soon as we can." She explained, lying in the spot. That wasn't what she wanted to say but at that moment, it sounded perfect to her ears.

"She must be horrible." His face scrunch in distaste and Zara smirked from the drivers side, this is what she wants. She didn't allow him to drive saying he is sick, he should rest for a while.

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"Are you ready?" Murad ask his mother who has this determined look across her face, she will get her daughter back no matter what. She won't let her stay another night in that place, she can't allow that under her watch.

"Yes, let's go." Together, all the siblings along with a maid that stuck to them move to the SUV and drove to the court. Her husband didn't spend the two nights at home, he was working on bringing their daughter back home, she supported him thoroughly.

Arriving at the court, they left the car and into the court where they get to sit at the front row with the Masaris, except for Mika'il. No one interrogated or asked where he is, it was not important. They manage to escape the media outside, there are so many of them wanting to see what will happen between the Judge's daughter and her husband. The case is really popular, everyone is trying to get a glimpse of what is happening inside the courtroom. A daughter in-law killing her mother in-law? This is not something anyone hears everyday so it got them curious.

"The hearing shall begin." Alhaji Abubakar Danbazau's voice gyrated in the room, booming the courtroom with his audacious voice. He is sitting at the highchair meant for the judges while he glance down at the people inside, seeing his daughter getting dragged from a door behind. She still looks out of place, faraway look sat in her eyes till then.

"My Lord, we have so many evidence to prove that my client, Ms. Danbazau is not the one who murdered her mother in-law in cold blood because apparently, it was a natural death." Barrister Abdussalam glided his words coolly in the room, taking everyone's attention to him and what he has in his hands. He's got full proof that Bushra is not a murderer and will leave jail that day.

Alhaji Abdussalam is a family friend to the Danbazaus' and he offered to fight the case knowing that her father won't be able to fight it being the judge. He gave him everything they have and will need to fight against them, he has no one to fight against actually. Even the Mika'il who filed the FIR against her is nowhere to be found, the case will be theirs. The proofs in their hands is worth everything, no one can dare to accuse Bushra or even as much look at her with distrust. They have the real culprit at hand after much research.

"Present them." Alhaji Abubakar is eager to have his daughter's image cleared, and he wants his wife's evidence first to come to place.

"Mrs. Danbazau, can you come to the witness box?" Barrister Abdussalam called out for Bushra's mother and she confidently walked there in her expensive England lace sewn in half bubu. She is confident her daughter will go home with her, she dressed nicely for that welcome.

"I promise to say the truth and only the truth." She vowed while touching the holy Book with both hands which was presented to her.

"What do you have to prove that your daughter is innocent in this case?" Barrister Abdussalam crossed his arms against the wooden witness box she is standing in.

"I have full proof that late Mrs. Masari was raped before she died and when she couldn't handle the fact that she was in fact raped, she had cardiac arrest and died instantly. Whoever the raper was, he didn't kill her after he was done, she died a natural death and may her soul rest in peace." The confidence she spoke with was really worth being proud of. The people in the court start nodding their heads as if they are pleased with what she's said.

"So, you are saying that she wasn't murdered but raped before she died?" When she nodded her head at that, he asked again, "Can we see the proof please?"

"Yes, here." She gave them a few papers that contain scans and other necessities she was allowed to perform, the autopsy, on Hajiya Khadija before her final rites was performed. The woman went through a lot and the sorrowful event lead to heart arrest and she died on spot.

Her husband couldn't do the autopsy so he gave it to her. He wasn't able to take the fact that someone came into his home and raped his wife while he wasn't around. He failed to protect his family, he felt like a failure.

"Do we know who the raper is?" Barrister Abdussalam asked himself before he gave a CD to be played where it showed that Fuzail went into the house looking suspicious to the whole court and murmurs breakout in the courtroom. There is no doubt who raped Hajiya Khadija now.

"Present Fuzail Sameen here in the witness box please."

"Did you rape Mrs. Masari?" Barrister Abdussalam's face was stern and enough to scare Fuzail but that isn't what made him feel the need to spill out the truth. He wants to repent like the woman had asked him to, this is the first step.

"Yes." Again murmurs breakout throughout the courtroom, most of them filled with disgust and astonishment.

"Case closed. Bushra Amani Abubakar Danbazau is cleared of all the charges against her..." Cheers echoed throughout the court room before the smiling judge hit the hammer close to him to silence them and sentenced Fuzail to few years in jail with hard punishment.