Chapter 89: Chapter 89

The Following Day, an anonymous person delievered a box to Humaira's doorstep.

She quickly opened it. In the box were a pack of bullets and a small, black gun. She took the gun that was placed inside as a smile formed on her lips.

"Good, this is what I should have don't long ago, even before he got released from prison. That man needs to die! He thinks all powers lies within him right?" She carried the gun and carefully examined it.

"I guess he's mistaken."

Just then, she saw his advert on the T.V. It said; 'vote Alhaji Musa Adamu for Senator.' Humaira wanted to switch off the television but something made her watch it.

"His election would be three days from now. Good." A smirk finds its way to her lips.

"I hope I'll get this job done by then or... Why don't I do it today? Yes! I'm going to pay him a visit in his office right away. Let him die and let's have peace. Knowing that that wicked man is still living a good life pisses me off! I'm going to shoot him and I don't care what comes afterwards. I should have done this long ago it not for my profession. But now, I don't care anymore!" She said to herself as she changed into a pair of black jean trouser and white T-shirt. She put on white sneaker and black face cap to compliment the outfit.

She fixed the gun in her back picket and entered her Jeep. Knowing that nothing would stop her, Humaira was more determined to take revenge. For her son, sister, and herself.

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Minutes Later...

Humaira parked her car somewhere by the road and walked into COLFOLDS Company. Going through the dinging lift that finally took her to the tenth floor where Alhaji Musa's office is. By the entrance was Mrs. Lydia, his secretary. Its been over 5 years since Humaira personally met his secretary but she didn't say a word, she just walked towards the Alhaji's office.

"What do you want?" Mrs Lydia stopped her.

"I'm looking for Alhaji Musa. Is he in?"

"No, h..he's not." She lied, trying to cover up but Humaira stormed in.

She met Alhaji Musa rolling on his executive leather chair, making a phone call.

Mrs. Lydia followed her in but Alhaji Musa signalled her to leave them alone. Lydia obeyed, closing the door behind.

"Okay, fine. I'll get back to you." Alhaji Musa muttered over the phone before turning to Humaira's angry face.

"Yes, how may I help you?" He questioned.

"I see you're back to seat. Even with all what you've done, you're still hale and healthy."

"What do you want, Humaira?" He made an eye contact with her.

She pointed the gun at him with all her muscles. Her eyes were focused and serious like that if a lionesses, watching it's prey.

Seeing her pointing a gun at him looked ridiculous. Alhaji Musa let our an evil laughter...

"What's the meaning of this, Aisha? Are you going to kill me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She hissed. "I'm going to make you pay for all the pains and tears you've brought to me."

Hearing her saying this made him remember someone. Alhaji Sanni Ahmad, Humaira's father. Her last words sent goosepimples on this skin as he swallowed. For some reasons, he became nervous but he covered it up with an evil smirk.

"You're just the replica of your father, Humaira. It's no news that you act and think like him but trust me, you have no idea how strong I am. Look here Humaira, there's nothing I'll gain by killing you but it would be my pleasure."

"What are you taking about?"

He smiled at her question. "When your father faced me with such fire in his eyes, I killed him!"

"Y..you what? I thought he had an accident."

"That was what I made people see, Humaira. I sent my boys to attack Sanni and his driver and make it look like an accident. The same goes to your mother."

"M..my mother?" Tears gathered in Humaira's eyes. What did you do to her?

"Well, I paid a nurse to poison her drip. You wouldn't know these stuff if I didn't tell you right. I know you were all thinking she had 168 hours to live. Well, I took that away!"

"So you poisoned my mother? You killed my mum, how dare you?!" She yelled at him, pointing the gun forward.

"Keep that thing down Humaira, theirs no point in beating yourself up the wall. Look, our son is with me so forget about the past and move on with your life."

"What? Are you with Hadee?" Humaira asked with anger, laced in her voice.

He didn't answer. Alhaji Musa couldn't help but to laugh curtly at her curious face.

"He's dead, Aisha! Forget about him!"

Hearing this scattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She shivered at the gun as hot tears lingering down her eyes. "You killed him?"

"Put down that gun!" he warned.

That moment, Humaira couldn't think straight. Her hands shivered like that of a convulsing child but she held the gun with every single bone and muscle.

With the hatred she had for him, and the revenge burning in her, Humaira closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

A loud Poooo! echoed in the building.

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Opening her eyes, Humaira saw Alhaji Musa dropped dead to the floor. She shivered, the gun was still in her hand.

As if the security guards already knew, the rushed to his office with guns in their hands.

"Hands up!" They commanded.

"Hands up!!"

Humaira slowly raised the gun to her head. She closed her eyes as another tear drop lingered down her faced.

About to pull the trigger, a hand grabbed the fun from her hands as they twisted it to the back. It looked as if everything was slow motioned, everything she saw turned blurry and everywhere got silent. As if water blocked her heardrums, the only thing she saw was Alhaji Musa laying on the floor, bleeding. She didn't know where the blood was pouring from as she struggled to look, the took her out of the place. Her hands were handcuffed as they handed her over to the police officers that just arrived. They took her into the van as they drove away. The last thing Humaira saw was that an ambulance arrived the place. Probably, it came for Alhaji Musa.

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The place was decorated with lights of different colours. The music at the background buzzing with a Nigerian music, 'Cumming' by Nairamarley.

There were half-naked girls of different colours and shades everywhere. Some that were wasted were shaking their hips, dancing to the music while others were laughing at them. The room was hot hot Khalid entered. He got into one room with VIP written at the top of the entrance. The room looked well decorated with only red bulbs, making the place look like a prostitute house. There was a golden-coloured shisha pipe in the middle of the place and a hot looking guy was smoking it. Hee had 6 girls at both sides of his arm making them 12 ladies in total. Some we're also smoking with his while others where stinkingly drunk. It's no doubt that King D was enjoying himself.

One of the girls came to sit on his laps as she planted a kiss on his lips. He grabbed her by the neck, driving more wet kisses, as she wrapped her sexy body to his. Just then, someone interrupted. It was Khalid.

"Fuck! What's happening?" Khalid asked as he entered the VIP room.

"Lord of Wealth!" David hailed as he cuts the passionate kiss with the slut.

"Oh my! You didn't even invite me?

Habaa! It's not like that now...Come and join me." He invited.

Khalid looked mesmerized with the beauties. Where should I start from?" He asked his friend.

"C'mon, start from anywhere." David joked.

"I really need this right now but I want to discuss something with you."

"Something?"

"Yes." Khalid replied. "I need to hear from you because with the look of things, it seems I'm gradually loosing it. Come on, let's go to the bar."

Okay. David replied as he followed him to the bar. There were couple of guys gisting there. Khalid and David took a stool each, facing each other.

What would you have? The bar-man asked.

"Just a bottle of champagne." He requested.

"A bottle of champagne for me too." David asked. The Batman served them as they opened the cork of bottle.

"What's up, Khalid? What's it you wanna tell me?"

"It's about the girl."

"Which girl?" David raised an eyebrow.

"The girl I bumped into, Aliyah."

"Who's Aliyah? The one that lost her memory?"

"Yes..."

David huffed as he poured the drink into an empty cup.

"What has she done again this time?"

"What haven't I seen? Everything about that girl is just so faustrating? I wish I could throw her out already!" He mugged.

"Then do it." David joked.

This isn't funny, David. Khalid said and gulped down the champagne.

"I don't want to face mother's trouble. I woulder what would happen if I do that. I mean, my mum is into that girl already!" Anger laced in his voice as he scoffed.

"Wow! It's barely two weeks... Haven't she remembered anything?" David couldn't help but to laugh at his friend.

Well, it's the first time in forever that a girl would ever challenge Khalid. Most girls are scared of him and nobody what's to be friends with Khalid. For some reasons, David thinks Humaira is smart and fearless.

"No, of course. I feel she's pretending just to enjoy the benefit and luxury of staying with us. I wonder what kind of girl she is that mum loves her so much. She's probably a snake in the green grass. There's no other rational explanation as to how this would have happened."

"I think I love this girl already."David confessed to his friend the bitter truth.

"With the way you speak about her... I feel she's special. C'mon dude, she might be a daughter of a wealthy politician or so! You wouldn't know. Why would she's pretending though?"

"Because I'm curious as to how the bitch wriggled her way into my family. Even my dad said he can't wait to meet her and now you're saying this too? Fuck!" Khalid hissed as he gulped down the last drop of champagne.

"Give me another bottle!" He ordered.

As Khalid poured himself a cup of champagne. David listened to the news as the newscaster read out the headline.

Meanwhile, the newscaster read the news on television. News at 10:00 p.m.

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"Nawa o! This is now the latest news in town." David pointed.

"What's it?" Khalid drinks up the first cup.

"About Alhaji Musa Adamu now, the incoming senator. Haven't you heard the news?

No I haven't.... I don't even know the man well. I've only heard his name from people but, what happened to him?

He got shot in his office this afternoon. He's the owner of COLFOLDS Company now.

"Oh! Really? Eyah... May God have mercy on him o." Khalid muttered.

"Amen." David answered. "He's a successful business man. Only God knows why people would gang up to attack him."

"Hmmm.... I'll be on my way now." Khalid said.

"Ah! So soon? Why don't we play backgammon or pool for a while?"

"Sorry to disappoint, dude. I don't get myself lately."

"Is it because of Aliyah?" David joked as Khalid rolls his eyes.

"Don't even talk about that she-devil Abeg!" He stands up from his seat.

"Okay... Whatever! Well chat later right?"

"Yeah, sure. Good bye now. The shake hands in a manly way and gave side hugs before Khalid walked out of the club.

David went to meet his girls to have a wonderful night.

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When Khalid rode in that night, he met Zainab and his mum watching a movie in the living room.

Assalam'Alaikum mum. He greeted as he went to give her a hug. Usually, it used to be the two of them but now, he felt like Zainab was a third party.

"How are you my son, have you eaten?"

"Don't worry mum, I'm fine."

"W..wait! Did you drink again?" Hajia Fati mugged at him with a quirked eyebrow.

She smelt his body from the hug. Well, he wanted to walk straight into his room before but Zainab's presence made him want to hug his mum. For some reasons, he feels she spends more time with his mum than he do. And because of this, Zainab might be able to steal his mum away from him.

"No mum. I only took two bottles of champagne."

Zainab looked at him and he rolled his eyes at her grumpily.

"What's on your mind, Khalid? Anything bothering you lately? You seem so off."

"No mum, I'm fine." He smiled at her as his eyes involuntarily twitched to Zainab's. She didn't even look at him this time, her attention was on the television screen. "Don't scold me in front of her." He whispered to his mum's ears. Hajia Fati couldn't help but to smile at her son's cuteness.

"Okay mum. I'll be going to bed now." He stands up to leave.

"Make sure you take a shower okay?" His mum warned.

"Okay mummy." He answered and decided to pass where Zainab was seated. He stepped on her feet as her walked upstair, Zainab rolled her eyes at him annoyingly.

'He's just a trouble maker. I'll try to avoid him as well. I don't want to associate myself with a drunkard. Imagine calling him brother. God forbid!' Zainab hissed mentally as she focused on the movie.

Meanwhile, Humaira was taken to the prison she was locked up in the dark, lonely prison and this time, she couldn't help but to remember the past. Well, this isn't the first time of being locked up like this but she didn't feel guilty, whatsoever.

'I hate myself so much. I can't believe Alhaji Musa is responsible for my parent's death. I never knew he was a devil.... He's worse than the devil himself. Out of greed, he killed my dad. We had to suffer for that, leaving everything behind. As if that wasn't enough, he killed my mother. My poor mother, she had suffered a lot. He couldn't give me the money from her treatment yet, he poisoned her. So mum really had 168 hours to live but that devil of a man cut off time. She might have survived if I was able to get the money... How I wish I recorded all what he said. I'm just thinking about it now. If only I have a concrete evidence against him. I might be able to make him pay for all what he has done to me and my family. I feel so weak and stupid! Humaira, you're the worse person alive!!' She hit herself mentally cried even harder.

'As if that wasn't enough, he killed Hadee. How is it possible? He killed someone I love and cherish with all of me. Someone I almost gave up schooling for! How do I live my life now... All these wouldn't have happened if Zainab was here with me. Only God knows why she had to leave me like this, especially now when I need her the most. I scored a big, fat zero as a daughter, mother and sister. I have no reason to leave... I just want to die.' Humaira buried her red, burning face in hands and cried.

She whimpered so hard and regret every decision she ever made as a person because nothing worked. Nothing ever worked. She knew that Alhaji Musa might be saved by the gun shot. There are chances that he might still survive.. so far in her entire life, this has been the best thing she's done. Inside that sadnesses that engulfed Humaira, there was satisfaction.

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