DASUKI STATE. NIGERIA
2022.
Zizi smiled at Asad. She had invited him, but never expected him to actually show up. Yet, he surprised her by visiting her apartment.
"Asad, do you know that the first time I met you, I had the impression that no one could walk over you? Like you were a strong person who didn’t care about anything, and nothing could shake your resolve. But now that I know you, I can’t honestly agree with myself," she concluded, sitting close to him.
His expression faltered.
"I think you need to elaborate. What do you mean?" he asked.
She moved closer again, steadying her emotions. She needed to do this right and get the divorce out of him.
"Let me cut to the chase, Asad Yabo. Since Umaimah's disappearance, you haven’t really been yourself. If you ask me, I’d say this village girl has a grip on you. It’s like the great Asad Yabo of Dasuki, who never gets swayed, is head over heels for a village girl from Marari. That’s beneath you!"
He raised an eyebrow.
"What’s wrong with loving someone from Marari? She’s beautiful and decent," he said.
Zizi instantly frowned. This wasn’t the first time Asad had called her indecent even if it was indirectly, which only fueled her determination to get the divorce out of him, come what may.
"Asad, this just proves that you’re a lost cause. Maybe I’ll stop hanging out with you and spend time with the real men of Dasuki—those who can’t be swayed by villagers."
"Sure, go ahead and hang out with them," Asad answered, standing up to leave.
"Asad Yabo, divorce Umaimah."
He turned to look at her, not hiding his amusement.
"I love how brazen you are, Zizi! What makes you think I’ll do what you want, huh?"
Zizi smirked and burst into laughter—a confident one, if I may add. She walked elegantly to where he stood and threw a file at him.
"Open it. I’m not as meek as you thought. You have no choice in this. You have to divorce her."
He hurriedly opened the file, his mouth agape as he saw what was written on the piece of paper.
"I’m pregnant, and the child is yours. There’s proof there, so you can’t deny it. Another thing, I saw the person who took Umaimah—his face, his identity. You have to divorce Umaimah right here, right now." She laughed and walked back to sit down, leaving Asad speechless.
"One more thing. If you don’t, the media will know your wife is missing. And I’m sure you and your dad don’t want that. Write her divorce, sign it, and give it to me."
"Why? What good will it do you if I divorce Umaimah?"
"Satisfaction! Asad, you don’t respect me. You’re always calling me indecent because I stay with you, even though I’m not your wife. So divorce her. Even if you end up finding her, you’ll live with her as your mistress, just like me. And I’ll get satisfaction. You can’t call me a mistress again because she’ll also be your mistress. Now, write the divorce!"
"Are you threatening me, Zizi? You'll fucking regret it.A whore will always be a whore.” He hissed.
"Likewise, A skirt chaser will always be a skirt chaser. Now fucking do what i asked of you."
*
“I, Asad Yabo, divorce my wife Umaimah Baba Alhaji three times on this day,” Nabeel happily read aloud. “Bravo! You’re a genius, Zainab. How did you pull this off?”
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Mystery / Thriller©2024 Copyrights. ❝It's you i want not your virginity, literacy or marriage count.❞ Nabeel became her shadow, her protector in a world that had abandoned her. He fought for her, bled for her, and, in the end, claimed her as his own. In his arms, she...
