ABUJA, NIGERIA.
The father and son talked for a very long time and before they knew it, the sky is dark an ominous emitting it's rage as if knowing what is about to happen will not only shake few people but a whole lot will have to be revealed. So many underground secrets are going to be reaped no matter how much they all would want it to be a nightmare. Not everyone knows about the many secrets about to be reaped, just one person and maybe another who is now dead. The real battle of a family is about to be issued sooner rather than later.
"I should get your blood tested first before we proceed with telling everyone that you are alive and kicking." Alhaji Malik stood up from his chair and rounded the table to his son, still in trance as if waiting for his one week old bride to wake him up from this nightmare but it didn't happen. He is now completely sure that his son is alive, right there in front of him looking healthier than ever before.
"Why do you think I have drugs in me? I don't feel any pain or addiction, nothing of that sort is wrong with me." Mika'il furrowed his brows this time around at his father giving him another once over. He can't believe his family is alive, living with the fact that he died two days after his mother's demise. What has they gone through with him enjoying life in Seoul and leaving them there to think he was dead? Were they devastated?
He found out about a month ago that he has a family back in Nigeria, never allowed Zara to suspect that he knows where he is from and that he knows about his family being alive. He started suspecting her the minute she yelled at him about his dead family one night when he asked why he didn't remember them.
And then he continue to take her phone at any given time to search about his family in Nigeria and the little information the media is giving him. Those information's aren't nearly enough but what could he do? He was desperate to know about them that he emailed on Nigerian media to ask about them and got a reply almost instantly, he was grateful for the instantaneous reply since Zara won't see it.
"Mr. Anonymous, thanks for the generous charity you gave our company. You are asking about the Masari family right? Well, the matriarch died some months ago along with her first son who followed her few days later. May their souls rest in peace... And now, the patriarch of the family is focused on his hospital. The children, Kauthar Malik Masari got married to one of the youngest renowned soldiers here in Nigeria, Mujaheed Abubakar Danbazau. And Amir Malik Masari married the renowned tailor, Bushra Amani, Mika'il Malik Masari's ex-wife. Afrah Malik Masari went back to school in Cape Town just few weeks after her siblings marriage. This is all we know going on around the family right now for they are really private. We hope our answer will give you whatever it is you are looking for. Once again, thank you very much."
And then his heart stopped, literally after reading that information. Yes, he's donated some money into their account which he's stolen from Zara, anything to get that expensive news. He knew people won't just tell you about someone else's family just like that, hence, he followed his way and got some money from Zara. He actually transfered the money from her new account that has a fake name, more reasons why he should be suspicious of their whole life for the past many months.
After reading those, he asked about the Danbazau's as he felt connected to them. His younger brother married his ex-wife whom is rumoured to be the love of his life around the media. He's seen the short clips of his marriage with Zara and seen the dances with his first wife. There is no way he wasn't in love with that woman and for some reason, his heart bloomed at the thought of going back to her arms again. Some of the articles said he's divorced her, he didn't know when all that has happened, he has no idea he's divorced his first wife, or not.
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