Sadiya |REWRITING

Chapter Fifteen

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ABUJA, NIGERIA.

There's a theory about secrets that entailed how they're meant to be kept obscure. That was the purpose of them, wasn't it? They were secrets; things that were ought to be kept hidden away from prying eyes and perked ears. But, was it also agreed that those secrets, no matter how hidden, cemented they were, could never be hidden away from the sun?

Because one way or another, derns only became overt. That, was no hypothesis, neither a 'theory', but a truth ought to be brought to light. Sometimes...most times, the people we trust the most, let down our guards for, are those who end up bewraying our darkest secrets—secrets only they, knew of. They could be family, or could be friends.

Oddly, yet, frankly enough, people we trust the most are those who usually end up hurting us the most. Reason; they know right where it hit the most, they're cognizant of one's weaknesses. All what? Because of the word—trust.

Trust. Not only a feeling, could also be tagged as a weakness. It could be the toughest person in the entirety of the globe, and it could also be the jolliest person. You might think you know someone when in actuality, you do not. And that, that's where the saying comes in; the devil you know, is better than the angel you don't know. In the end, all we get is denial, and an apology.

Sorry. A word that could either be compunctious, or rueful to the sayer. As trust had a strong similarity to glass, 'sorry' was in lieu, the glue to put back the pieces of the broken glassware. A renowned fact about glass if broken, was, it could never be gotten back the way it was—good as before, no cracks or an insane map of glass pieces.

Man assumed a word of apology could fix everything, but no, it did not fix trust—the most crucial sentiment known to all.

"You're sick." Sadiya was not one to rebuke another, but there was only so much one could take in. As she stared into the dark pools that only cockiness swirled in, lied vincibleness in the eyes of the stalwart ex-detainee she was alone with in the lot. She saw right through him, the big boy pants on him were slack, his clammy hands, shaky. He was somewhat uncomfortable. If he was, why did he feel the need to show his face?

She wondered whether his detainment had singularly emboldened him more.

She kissed her teeth. "You are sick," she repeated. Khamis could be emotionally inert for all she cared, yet, his unwavering stare at his converse only irritated her further. She had insulted him, yes, the least he could do though, was say what was obviously on the tip of his tongue before it shoved down his trachea and choked him. Not that she cared.

The woman hissed, raised her chin and matched his confused look with that of hers, which was blank. "Excuse me, now, will you?" But he did not. Khamis stared into her eyes, as if searching for a giveaway in them. Sadiya gritted her teeth, it was only morning, all she needed was food and rest. It had been a long day of work, coupled with the staff's new topic of the week.

Doctor Khamis' sudden arrest. Oh, and his mithed relationship with Nusaiba.

Apparently, D.U. was short for Doctor Usman, Sadiya almost cursed herself for not getting the memo. The thought sort of surged more anger within her, he truly had been enjoying seeing the distress behind her tough face, wasn't he? She held herself from saying more that she would regret. So, Sadiya sidestepped the man and took another step toward leaving the underground parking lot.