50,000 years before the sky was introduced to the sea , Allah (SWA) wrote your name next to mine.
Follow Ammah and Mubarak on their journey of finding themselves . . .
Prologue
The man had been sitting down overlooking the beautiful view when he spotted her , Finally .
Fatimah Khamrif was standing by the building in the dark wearing her stunning pink and white Atanfa ( Hausa traditional clothes ) and a pink vail draped over her shoulders.
He stood there watching her for several seconds before making himself visible .
When Fatimah spotted the man sitting by a table her face immediately lit up as she started making her way over to him .
" Fatimah " the man gave a respective nod as he welcomed her while she took a seat opposite from him " I must say , you look gorgeous as always "
" oh stop it " Fatimah giggled like a love struck teen " you don't look too bad yourself "
After a couple of drinks and chats Fatimah become fidgety as she started looking down at her watch " so listen , I don't want my husband to start getting worried . Let's hurry up so I could leave "
Her husband had been very suspicious of her actions lately , she really couldn't afford to be caught by him " shall we ?" The man motioned for them to head upstairs.
" lead the way "
The man simply couldn't take his eyes off the fullness of her bag , no doubt packed with money . Something he obviously needs .
He really does need to do something quick . Unlocking the door he steps aside " ladies first "
Dropping her bag on the table she immediately went straight to the point . She digs into her bag to bring out a cheque " this is all I can afford to give for now , you know exactly what I'm expecting of you don't you " and as she struggled to zip her bag, when there was no response what's so ever , she looked up.
A load gasp immediately escaped her lips as she noticed the look in his eyes . The eyes she knew soo verry much with all the time they spent together , the brown softness that would illuminate his face whenever he would look at her .
It was gone .
His gaze was now settled on the money in her bag , a bunch of thousand Naira ( Nigerian money )
Before she knew what was going on the man had lunged at her .
She made a left turn as she struggled to make her way to the door but he caught in her leg just as she started moving , this time when she looked up . She knew exactly what was going on .
This was her punishment .
She had not been a good wife to her husband , not with the amount of times she had cheated on him . And neither is she going to be given ' best mother of the year ' award anytime soon .
Neglecting her religion and hardly not practicing . Fatimah knew all what she had been doing was wrong , but she simply could not stop . And this was her punishment.
For when she looked into his eyes , she didn't recognise them; the warm touch in it was gone .
But still she lightly shook her head in hopes that maybe he would come back , maybe she would get a chance to change but that didn't happen , instead she felt he shirt get ripped off of her as his hands started to roam around .
The man was trying to stop , this is not how it should happen , this is not how it was planned . . . But the money in her bag . Dammit !
Tears were rolling down her cheeks but she didn't try to stop him , her fingers were trembling in fright but she didn't fight back , her back ached from being pressed in an uncomfortable position but she didn't beg for him to stop with the assault .
Because this was her punishment . And even thou Fatimah didn't admit it , she knew she damn well deserves it for what she had done a few weeks ago .
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" This is the Nigerian National Police Department , NNPD . Are we speaking with Mubarak please ?"
" yes this is him . How can I help you ? " Mubarak said hesitantly .
" your wife had been murdered "
