𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

3# HAIL AND HURRICANE

THE ABUBAKR RESIDENCE,
ABOWA.
NOVEMBER, 2020

With Jamila's unexpected entry into the parlour, a door had been left open.

A door that enclosed an unpredented fear in her parents, and an equally unprecedented anger in Gov. Yahya.

He could feel his hands shake as he fought his anger, but he was failing horribly.

Sen. Abubakr looked like he wanted something to kill him right there, eyeing the silent but visibly furious man warily.

Gov Yahya had always been a man of discipline, but he never let himself lose composure, an impenetrable coolness that never thawed.

But now, in that moment, the man's anger was a hurricane, building momentum by the second, screeching in the loudest silence ever experienced, and holding a frost that could, that would, kill.

Senator Abubakr knew it was only a matter of time, that hurricane would go out of control, sooner, by the look of it, rather than later. And he knew that when it did, he would be at the receiving end.

And it scared him.

With desperation the man never knew he had, he fell to the ground, his head pressed onto the carpet in an embarrassingly submissive position.

Safiya next to him was astounded, she had never seen her husband this lowly.

How much power did this governor truly have?!

She glanced at the man cautiously, her eyes catching his. Safiya didn't know what it was in those eyes, that iciness that had so much intent to kill, but she found herself falling to the ground beside her husband compulsively.

She had no control over her body, and before long, a strong compulsion came over her, forced by the dangerous aura that surrounded the man, and her head was soon on the carpet, submissive.

The governor glanced at them icily, regaining a bit of control.

"Get up, only God can accept your apologies, he alone deserves your actions.  I can't forgive you".

Sen. Abubakr and his wife raised their heads off the floor, perspiring.

The man's chilly gaze passed over them, thawing slightly when he saw the girl.

While Bola looked a bit fearful, assuming a protective stance over the girl, Jamilah was all smiles.

She didn't know why, but looking at the man, even with the terrifying aura around him, she found a happiness, some hope for lack of a better term, blossoming in her.

The governor smiled at the girl, an amazement in his eyes.

This was the girl he thought had died, the girl who his heart wept for, who he thought he'd seen being lowered into the ground.

Jamilah Abubakr was a daughter to him.

He could still remember her in her childhood. She was ostracized by the rest of the kids her age, their mothers pounding it in their heads never to get too close to her.

Governor Yahya could understand, even then, why they made such restrictions on their kids. He didn't agree with it, but he understood.

Jamilah had always been outstanding, a genius in school, a beauty about her that everyone knew would only blossom with time, a proverbial heart of gold.

She was the perfect little girl, with an occasional streak of temper here and there when she was denied sweets, and even then, her tantrums were adorable.