THE CONTRACT MARRIAGE

11-WELCOMED

OMNISCIENT

Jawad arrived at the mansion's main entrance and honked the horn of his car. Much to his dismay, nobody pulled open the gate. He released a huge breath and was about to alight the car out of impatience when a guard knocked on his window glass.

"Is Sumaira around?" He raised a question even before the guard could speak.

"Mr Bello, I'm afraid you have to leave. It's an order from our employer, he said no one should be allowed in," He spoke.

"Answer my question. Is Sumaira in this mansion or not?" Jawad agitatedly repeated.

"I don't want to lose my job, please leave now," The guard knew he was walking on thin ice but chose to take the risk instead.

"Don't worry, it's not your fault. Move," Before he could process the words, Jawad revved the engined of the demonic sportscar to life and expertly reversed before speeding off. It happened in a swift motion that the guard almost missed it.

He sighed and went back to his post where his co-workers stood there, mouth agape. They all thought that their colleague was killed by Sumaira's best friend, the eldest son of the Inspector General of the Nigerian police.

"Was he angry when he left? What did you tell him?" One of them asked after he sat down.

"To leave, just as the boss told us," He released a sigh and placed his head on the wall, a troubled feeling settling inside him. If Jawad invites trouble to his employer, then his job will be at stake and he wants anything but that, they've already witnessed so much tragedy in the past week, the sight alone was traumatizing.

*

In the quiet streets of Maitama proudly stood a green and white manse, it was surrounded by green flowers that enhanced its beauty and magnificence. In front of the green gates was a huge emblem of the Nigerian Police with over thirty policemen standing at attention.

Immediately they heard the roaring sound of a luxurious sportscar from afar, the gates were opened even before it approached the house, knowing fully well how the eldest son of their master drives. Just as the gates were fully opened, the silver Bugatti Veyron supersport skillfully took a sharp turn and drove past them like a gust of wind. It was no surprise that the short-tempered golden boy has been angered, the person who did that called for war.

Jawad didn't reduce the speed of the car even with the speed bumps. He passed the first and second gates then picked up his phone from the dashboard and dialled a number. The veins around his neck and wrist were popping, and no matter how he tried to calm himself down, it was just impossible because of the customized car plate number which belonged to the Gremas. What took them there and why wasn't he allowed inside the mansion? He isn't his parents' son if he doesn't find out!

The call was answered almost immediately, the person on the other line wiggled out of her husband's hold immediately after she heard her son's agitated deep voice. Her once peaceful afternoon soon turned into a chaotic one. Her slightly bushy eyebrows creased, her nose flared up and she yawed red, the expensive nose ring that made her look even more beautiful glistening under the dim light.