Empress Dosha

Chapter 56

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Save for the leaves that shrilled as the wind blew harder, the room behind Rashid was as quiet as a mystery. His elbow was propped up at the line of the window, and his fist supported his tilted face.

The mango fruits on the tree were now scarce compared to when it first ripened. He remembered Dosha asking for mango almost everytime after a meal. She confessed to him about how much she loved it and how it soothes her, and because of that, by Rashid's order, a half and quarter of the fruits were reserved specially for her. She recently stopped asking for it as before and he took notice of how she shifted to another variety of food as the months drew closer.

He watched a yellow mango which was ripe beyond repair plummet to the groud and splattered, though can be eaten when thoroughly washed. It felt familiar somehow. Like watching something soften too much before the world finally decided to break it open.

His gaze lingered on the ruined fruit longer than necessary, and for a fleeting moment, all he could see was a ten-year-old boy standing in blood with trembling hands, trying desperately to remain whole after something inside him had already split open forever.

"Rashid....." Hafstu's voice wailed behind him. Rashid turned around to her, eyes settling on the inhabitants of the room. His mother cried into Memuna's bosom who was also crying. Beside her was Hibba who had her head between her thighs and Fa'iza was beside her looking equally shocked at the revelation.

Nura was also present, his back turned to them, still digesting his brother's words. The closest family members were all in the room.

Yisa who couldn't take the weight of it sat on a nearby chair hands over his head, his wife and mother on both sides of him. Batulu also cried profusely. At first she hissed when Rashid spilled what occured with his father never minding Tanimu was present and orchestrated it, which she obviously knew about and planned to use against him. But it all crashed down when Rashid spilled what he did to Tanimu after that. That was what affected both mother and son.

Magajiya and her sons were present too. She continuously cussed at the men who murdered her husband Umar, making her a widow and her sons fatherless when he was so close to getting to the root of the murder of both brothers.

"You bastard!" Yisa who recovered first marched towards Rashid, grabbing him by the collar. Rashid made no struggle, only looking at him straight in the eyes. He gritted his teeth, tightening his grip, "What a man you are. Pathetic, always pathetic. You are filthy. Who do you think you are?!" Rashid scoffed at the question. His expression ate at Yisa more and he raised his fist ready to strike only to be stopped by Nura at the nick of time.

"Stop it." Nura cautioned, Yisa's arm tightly within his hold.

A look at the young man and he knew that wasn't the right time, if a fight broke out he would be at the receiving end. Yisa pulled his arm away stepping backwards, he glared at both brothers, he snickered dryly, "You are a murderer. A filthy one and you know that. You killed both your father and uncle on the same day and you have peace of mind. You call yourself a King! You are not worthy of that title." He pointed at him, snapping his fingers, "You will regret this." A sharp cry from behind shifted his focus. Salma was held by Batulu who called her name repeatedly as she held her stomach, whimpering from the pain she felt within her. Yisa was by her side in a flash and they both helped her out of the room.