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Sumayyah slid a file on the table towards Awwal, locking eye contact with Baffa. She smirk as he averted his eyes hissing. "What is this?" Awwal asked.

"Open it and see for yourself. It's Mr Baffa's conviction of course. We don't have the need to go to court and so the judge handed it in writing." She narrated. Awwal was still confused before he opened to read. Meanwhile, Maimuna was sitting firm beside Sumayyah, it was as if she was a different person even to Sumayyah.

She is not that shy and frightened little girl anymore, and she won't be surprised if she isn't because she is already a mother of two sons at such a young age.

They were at Awwal's law firm. Mansur & co! It's quite a big firm compared to her own so she thought it would be a good idea to have their final meeting here rather than going to court again. Maimuna had suggested that if meeting at the firm would be better than returning to court, she wouldn't mind going there because she hates the court now and she wishes she never returns there and Summayyah understands how she felt.

"What the hell!" Awwal shouted, starting all of them as he looked at Baffa, Baffa stared at him perplexed as he snatched the file away from Awwal and read through. In the means of scanning, he reached a paragraph that was flabbergasting as his eyes popped out and his jaws dropped. "What is this? Maimuna! What the hell is the meaning of this? You are not being serious right? This is some kind of joke you are pulling ko? Ki gaya min! (Tell me!)" He asked, getting tense.

Summayyah wanted to speak but Maimuna spoke instead. She shook her head, twitching her lips to the left as she stared at him in the eye. "No Baffa, it is what you are seeing there, and it is what you deserve!" She said, calm and cold.

He shuddered before reading back. He was sentenced to a year imprisonment under Vapp act for domestically violating his wife, sexually, mentally and physically with a fine of 200,000 Naira. He couldn't believe that his wife could actually do that to him. When he raised his head to look at her, he noticed some changes in her compared to the very first day the trial started.

She looked calm, outspoken and full of herself.

Where was his scaredy ugly looking wife? He thought.

"I presume there is more to this right?" Sumayyah said, facing Auwal.

"What is that?" He asked.

"My divorce. I believe that you have come with it. I asked you to come with it at our last meeting!" Maimuna answered, staring at Baffa coldly. He went numb, he didn't believe to lose this easily. All this was her mother's fault but he would do anything not to get jailed, he can do anything or even be a good husband but she shouldn't jail him.

"M... Maimuna, you are joking right, this is not true right?" He asked, chuckling awkwardly. She pressed her lips tightly together as she closed her eyes, lowering her head. She can't become soft, not after how much she has endured.

He reached for her hand but she quickly pulled away. "Don't you dare touch me!" She shouted, shocking the three of them and even the people around the office. "Maimuna!" Baffa mutters.

She's changed.

"You... You think i don't know why you married me Baffa? You... You did it because my mother owes you money. My mother knows you are a drug dealer, even though she never loved me. She made you marry me and cause all those hate towards me because she couldn't pay you. You married me with a minimum dower! You think I don't know all of this? You think I don't know about Laila and Sahir? You think i dont know of the woman you impregnated?" She chuckled, sniffling.

"I... I had to respect my dignity. I had to recure my image but you, you were a whole iblis! You are worse than a kafir! You have no religion Baffa! You are just not even a pegan. You do not have a belief and now you kneel before me asking for a second Chance." She scoffs.  "Let me make it clear to you Baffa, even if the world gives second chances. I would never give you a second chance. No matter how much affection you would shower me with. I would never forget how many time you tried to kill me and my children. You better stop your crocodile tears and give me my papers or this time around, i will sue you to a sharia court!"

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