IN TWENTY ONE DAYS

41; GRATIS.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

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Colossal smiles took over everyone's face at the release of Bushra Amani, all her family members came forward to rejoice like every other. They were fully confident that Allah will help them through this and he has helped them, she is out of that awful place for good. But she wasn't rejoicing herself, she is looking at her fingers clasped in front of her on the wooden chair she was asked to sit on after being cleared of all charges. They are now worried about her, she is not showing any sign of improvement or any signal that will show she is back to herself again. The happiness and jovial moment is short lived.

"Why is your husband not here with you?"

"Both your husband and cowife are absent, why?"

"How do you feel about this, Ma'am?" The media keep pushing their electronics to Bushra's face and thank God Kauthar thought to bring her something to wear to look presentable in front of the media.

"Can you all disappear from here? Can't you see we are still grieving? Please, just leave." Mujaheed stood in front, scaring the media away with his uniform and his two other brothers stand like a shield in front of her like they always do. The media reluctantly turn away to do their thing and they manage to get her to the car.

They all drove to the Danbazau mansion since she can't exactly go back to her house or her in-laws, she can't take so much by herself so they all decide that her father's home is the best option. Everyone is with her from Mika'il's family, her family and some of her friends. The maid that lied about seeing Bushra killing Hajiya Khadija was also given punishment for lying and being a hypocrite for she denied everything in the court. The worst part is, no one asked her to do that, not even Zara did nor Fuzail, she just wanted to cause drama.

No one asked for Mika'il or his wife, he was tossed aside for the time being and they want to concentrate on making sure Bushra is okay. She should at least show some emotion, cry or throw things out but she was motionless, that is the worst it could be. They are not worrying about their mother anymore, her soul will definitely rest in peace since they bring her justice, she was a nice woman. And when Fuzail told them she died saying those beautiful words, every burden was lifted off their shoulders. Not all of us are or will be given the chance to die with those words and the few that manage to say it are the luckiest to ever exist.

They dismounted the cars and file inside the house like a party, thank God everyone was fasting they don't need to eat anything. They scattered around the house, trying to find things to take her mind off struggles and to help her cope with her emotions. Her mother was the most worried followed by her father, they are all restless even after getting her out from the jail. Bushra is never one to close her emotions, her doing it now is just heartbreaking. She'd yell out and put the blame on someone, she don't shut people down to cope, she never does.

And since she's never done that, no one knows how to help or where to start from. Some went as far as to browse it in google but it was useless, not everything google answers goes. Bushra is sitting amongst them in the living room but you hardly notice her, she is shrinking with each passing second and not even her daughter could help bring her back. Anaan has been crawling around her mother like a cat seeking attention from it's owner, Bushra didn't once look down at her or show that she knows she was around her.

"Zainabu, get the bath running in Amani's bathroom." Hajiya Mariya suddenly yelled out to one of the maids lurking around grieving with them. She perked up at the mention of her name then smiled brightly knowing her madam's idea.

"Yes, Ma'am." And she ran up the stairs to get the bath running for her, it was a new bathtub placed for her, she didn't know about it. She's always loved soaking herself in hot water if she is tired or just stressed out so this will have to do.