IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

39; ARRESTED.

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.