Mujaheed opened his eyes with a smile and when he didn't feel her on his body, he wondered what had happened. Maybe she had pulled to her side without knowing? Because he was aware of the way she slept. He turned his eyes to the other side of the bed and when he didn't see her there, he thought she was in the bathroom. But for than five minutes he sat on the bed but there wasn't any sign of life in the bathroom and he got there to check it for himself to see if she was inside, but he met an empty bathroom. What just happened?
He went to the living room, kitchen but she wasn't there. Mujaheed could feel the tremble of his fist as he performed his ablution and walked to the mosque where he was certain he would meet Alhaji. During the last prostration, he prayed to Allah that whatever this meant, should be easy on him. Maybe she had went back to the mansion to deal with Asma'u when she was certain he was asleep knowing so well that he wouldn't allow her to go if he was awake.
All set of scenarios kept roaming through his mind until they were done praying and he moved to where Alhaji sat. "Good morning, Alhaji." He greeted with a soft and shaky smile and Alhaji shook hands with him.
"Good morning, Mujaheed. I hope everything is alright? You look somewhat disturbed. It's Fareeda right? What has she done to you?" He asked and pulled himself up to sit properly so he could what his troublesome daughter had done.
He quickly shook his head, "She hadn't done anything, Alhaji. I didn't see her when I wake up now so I thought maybe she's inside. If you'll please ask them to check if she's there." He scratched his nape and silently wished that Fareeda was in there, because if not there, where would Fareeda be?
Alhaji immediately stood up, he knew Fareeda so well to know that just for her to cause trouble in the house, she wouldn't cut her sleep. She loved sleeping so much that she valued it more than lots of her valuable things in life. "Did something suspicious happened last night?" He asked, and as much as Mujaheed raked his brain, all he could remember was her smile, the sound of her laughter, her soft and delicate body on his and how her lips tasted which he couldn't tell Alhaji that, obviously.
He shook his head instead, "Nothing happened that caught my attention, but they had a fight with Hajia and Asma'u so I think maybe she has sneaked inside to do what she knows best." Causing trouble was what she knew best, that everyone knew about her.
"I'll go and check for her myself." Alhaji briskly said and rushed back into the house, even though he had doubts in his mind about Fareeda being in the mansion. Mujaheed waited for him in the parking lot and when Alhaji walked toward him with a terrified expression on his face, he dreaded what would be his answer.
"What happened? Is she inside?" He immediately asked and Alhaji reluctantly shook his head at him, as if he didn't want what he thought to be true.
"She's not inside. I think she has left, with that idiot boyfriend of hers of course." Alhaji palmed his face and found a space to sit. He knew thinking about what what had happened could make him loose his temper and his blood pressure will rise. What had Fareeda done? Was this her way of making him pay for what he did to her? For getting her married to the gateman?
Even though Mujaheed's heart had lost a bit when he heard that, but he held a stoic expression and shook his head. "I don't think she can leave with the guards at the gate and all." Could Fareeda really do this? Was it what she meant by what she had said and her submissiveness yesterday? He just couldn't wrap his hands around what Alhaji had just pointed out and he didn't believe what he thought to be real even though he knew there was a higher tendency of it being true.
"There's a door at the back of the house, no one knows about it, not even the architect that drew this house. Because I felt that incase of emergency, maybe bandits or something, we can escape together with my family. Somehow, she's the only person that knows that door apart from me, because I know she's the one that's bound to cause enough trouble that might need an escape. Let's go there and check, if the lock there is broken, then she has left."
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Married To The Gateman
RomanceShe could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as thoug...