𝓜𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂, 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮

33# PROTECTION

JAMIL KHALIL RESIDENCE,
JABI, ABUJA.
JANUARY, 2022.

When morning came, the world was in chaos.

But somewhere in Jabi, Jamilah was oblivious to it all.

If she'd known her name was on every headline, on every phone, on every TV, perhaps the furthest thing from her mind would be snuggling up into Jamil.

Jamil had already been awake long ago.

His phone had been ringing non-stop since the first newspaper had aired its news.

His eyes met Jamilah, brows furrowed as he watched her curl into him more in her sleep.

Situations were quickly becoming dire, and he couldn't stop the restlessness he felt.

His worries could be completely unfounded, and the news would roll over. But somehow, he knew that this wasn't one of those things people would forget that easily, they wouldn't rest till Jamilah herself had come forward to make a public announcement.

He was glad he'd agreed to stay home with her the entire day, that day he could prevent her from getting wind of the news.

Or at least, prolong it for as long as he could till it wasn't possible to hide anymore.

His father had called him a while ago.

As they'd expected, people were screaming outside the gates of the Khalil residence, demanding to see Jamilah.

Both Yahya's wives had been flown abroad until things died down, and he alone was left to deal with the people.

No one still knew where Ayman was, but they were sure he was still in the country......except he'd bought a ticket in another person's name and had disguised himself while leaving.

Yahya had all the airports in the country on the look out for him, but the man was adamant on being invisible.

Jamil's influence wasn't so much that he had private investigators like his father.

He had to go through the same routes as anyone else. Go to the police station, file a report for a missing person, and have faith in the police that they did their jobs properly for once.

One thing he could handle however, was making sure his wife was safe. And in that matter, nothing would make him fail in shaa Allah*.

When Jamilah woke up, he was already up, on his system.

"Good morning", she said yawning.

"Wa alaykum salam to you too", he simply answered, ruffling her hair gently even though his laptop still had his attention.

"Not exactly an early riser, are we?", He quipped distractedly, fingers rapping along the keys of his laptop as he typed.

Jamilah's only response was a faint blush, as she pulled away from the bed to the bathroom.

"But I wake up for subhi before I go back to sleep", She called over her shoulder as she entered the bathroom.

Jamil just shook his head, finishing up the last of his work.

Since he wouldn't be going to the office, he'd have to do his work from home.

In recent times, his industry had been flourishing, both domestically and internationally. He'd gotten a lot of investors too, and a team of professional designers.

His next goal was to expand his franchise. He'd put plans in place for textile mills in four states, including Abuja.

One of the major expenditures his company made was importing high-quality textiles for their clothes.