Married To A Captain

Chapter 28

Assalamu Alaikum fellas, long time no me Koh?

Muhammad felt utterly lost as he boarded his flight to Maiduguri. He had just gotten the biggest shock of his life and didn't know whether he could handle the pain of losing his father, his role model, the person he looked up to throughout his entire life.

When he answered Sarauniya's call, he knew something was wrong from her voice; she sounded so empty and hollow. Then she told him, "Mai Martaba is late, Allah ya masa rasuwa."

Utterly lost and hurt about the death of his father, he forgot that he had left an injured wife in Abuja all alone.

Immediately his plane reached Maiduguri, he got in the convoy that was already waiting for him at the airport, and they zoomed off.

When he arrived at the palace, he felt empty, like an arrow piercing through every vein and artery of his body, shredding the meat off the bone. He knew this was the last time he would ever see this place peaceful. He made his way to Mai Martaba's chamber, and there he was, laid out in the malaria, covered in white clothing. He looked so peaceful, like he was asleep, but unfortunately, he wasn't-he was gone from this world until Akhira. He wiped the tears from his eyes before he approached Sarauniya.

"Mama," he called out in a crooked and broken voice, but Sarauniya kept quiet and continued sobbing. He pulled her to him.

"It's going to be alright; he is in a better place. May Allah grant his soul mercy."

Sarauniya only continued sobbing. He went to the other queens and offered his condolences to them before he stood up, as it was time to take Mai Martaba to his final resting place.

He was expecting him to come because it was what he wanted. He got what he wanted after years of waiting and attempting to kill Mai Martaba. What else to expect from Aliyu Muhammad Waziri?

He and some other relatives of Mai Martaba held the makara and lifted it above their heads before moving towards the door.

They buried him in the cemetery in the palace. And that was it. And that was it.

Muhammad came back to the chamber, ya amshi gasuwar rasuwa, Sarauniya and the rest of the queens had already gone back to their chambers.

Eventually, even he retreated back to his room, damn tired and exhausted. Da wanne zeji, da mutuwar mahaifinsa koh fitinar fada.

All he wanted at that moment was to get some sleep, to get some rest. He wished what he considered a comfort zone would be there and well, that did it.

"Nashiga uku," he mumbled in a low voice.

He left his wife in Abuja, he fucking left her with a sprain. He looked around for his phone, spotting it on the dressing mirror. He took the phone and made a call.

He called one of his friends, Maisha, and told her about Fatima and the situation.

"Don't worry about it, in sha Allah, I'll go over tomorrow morning. I'll give you the feedbacks," Maisha assured him.

He thanked her and then cut the call. He laid his head on his pillow, getting lost in thoughts. Some things are never meant to be understood. How does one feel when everybody is depending on him? When one has to choose the happiness of others over his own? When he has to give up his love for someone who wants to ruin them?

Losing Mai Martaba had only reassured him that he could lose Fatima too, but how can he lose her when he never truly owned her? How can he lose her when all he has shown her is hatred and torture? Why torture himself for something he himself is not too sure of? Death is inevitable; why wait for death to come before realizing he's making the biggest mistake of his life?