I Promise You (Islamic Story)

Chapter 5 - Investigation

Although i was quietly frustrated with him, i agreed to the deal. But told the police in advance. They said they will give me a tracking code so they can tract me down in case of anything. Immediately, i got dressed in a silky dress(expensive again) and a long leather coat. i looked like a villain. ugh..

I went down to the cafe, and waited there. Here came the man looking all dressed up in a Toxido. His eyes green as usual, his beard now well kept, his dog? There was no dog. “Okay, so what the hell is it that you are doing? Why have you changed all of a sudden? you don’t look too down-to-earth yourself.” He lifted his hand from behind his back with a red rose, and bowed down to me, giving me a smile. “Hey, accept this. What if i’m the good guy and your so called future husband the thief?”

I didn’t want to believe it, but it seems like he hasn’t been replying ever since my pouchy got kidnapped, and my house robbed of all my £3.5 billion! Omg…stop, do not get too upset. “You are utter nonsense. Did you know, I have the police here with me?” I said with a mischevious smile. A smile than made him pause, his leg still on top of the other, the rose left bare on the table. “Oh, and what are they going to do to me when i’m the good guy? you have no evidence to say that I’m bad. Not even the emails I sent you. i may tease you a little bit but that’s because …i kind of like you.”

“Oh sure. what if you are the bad guy who kidnapped my husband, my pouchy and stole all my belongings from me just to ..’teach’ me a lesson?’ Just so you know you have your chance right now..”

“Not until your wedding day. I can show you evidences that your husband is the one who’s in suspect. He seems to have disappeared or last seen with..your maid called Dana, is that right? A CEO Advisor and Director who supposedly got fired, and earned your sympathy. This guy is rich and wealthy. you think he wants to be alone in this pity too? No man accepts such pity especially when they get married to a materialistic girl like you. No wonder he is now with Dana, a humble maid who asks for nothing more except his company.”

I wanted to get up and choke this guy, but i was taken aback because this could be true. Why would Tariq hang out with her? Why was he the first to know that pouchy was sick? “Who are you really?”. I asked in a begging tone. “I’m what I am.” He said simply shrugging in his toxido as if i’m joking around. Why am i having an headache. “You cannot force me to tell you who i am. It’s not necessary. It’s none of your business. What your business is is that your house got robbed, your husband, maid and pouchy disappeared and you will be marrying soon. I am just a stranger here to help.”

“Shut up! You’re not helping you bum!” I couldn’t hold my anger. Tears started falling from my eyes. “I’m so lost right now.” He kept silent. “Fine, if I’m not helping, then may I leave?” His face gave a glint
of frustration. I held his hands, and he paused looking at me having so much confidence to grab at him. “Please, tell me where my husband and my cat is.” 

“I can help you find them just as long as we work together in this.”

“Just give me a name…”

He looked confused. “A name?”

“Yes, your name.”

“Oh Jason Malik.”

“Oh, you muslim?”

“Mom is ..” He said. 

“Oh.” I said. “Maa shaa Alah. Ok, Hope you do not mind me reporting all this information to the Police but i will tell them you are no longer a suspect, but instead trying to help.” Mariam’s face looked sincere but of course that wasn’t her plan. Her plan was to tell the police all the information and keep him as a suspect. “Thanks for trusting me.” And with a piece of paper of his phone number, he left.