CAPTIVE

CHAPTER 11

This Chapter is dedicated to @jaynaan . Thank you for the support.

well, hope you like it.

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CHAPTER11

UNKNOWN POV

I didn't hear anything he said after he said she never came. I thanked him for the tea and left. I couldn't take this anymore. The bad feeling I was having in my guts was back. How come she never made it here? Something bad must have happened. I think of many things that could have happened. They are all bad scenarios. I hit the steering wheel in anger.

What can I do?

Then I get an idea. I quickly remove my phone from my pocket and dial Mustapha'snumber.

He doesn't answer till the last ring.

"Hey see who decided to call me today" he says with his usual over excited voice.

"Mustapha I need a favour. Are you home?"

"Yeah I am. What's up?"

"I'll explain when I get there. I'm on my way" I don't wait for him to reply before I hang up the phone.

If I need help finding Haniyya, Mustapha is the guy for me. He is a police inspector anyway.  I remove Ammi's pen and haniyya's bracelet. I stare at it and shove it back into my pocket and fasten my seat belt.  

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I arrive at Mustapha's in less than two hours. I knock on the door and the ever smiling Jian opens the door.

"Salam!"she beams at me and moves for me to come in.

"Salam Jian. It's been a while"

"It seems you forgot about your favourite couple" she wiggles her eyebrows at me.

Jian was married to my best friend Mustapha. I've known Mustapha forever. He has always been the brother I never had. After he got married, we stopped hanging out. I didn't have anything against Jian but it just wasn't like old times.Being around them made me realize I wanted what they had and it hurts to remember I'm nowhere close to reaching where they were. I was very happy for my best friend and his wife but I couldn't help being jealous.

"I was thinking I had to fill a missing person report for you very soon" I didn't realize Mustapha joined us in the room. He snaked an arm around Jian's waist and she blushed at his gesture. The pang of jealousy comes back and I try to look away.

"Hey!I'm sorry I've just been busy with work" I lie.

"Well don't you stand there, come on in" Jian says way too cheerfully.

I remove my shoes and follow Mustapha into their lavishly decorated living room.Jian sure had a good taste for interior decoration.

"You sounded really worried on the phone. What's up?" serious Mustapha was back.

I squirm in my seat trying to think of a way to start. "You remember Haniyya Bilal yeah?" he nods.

"I heard she passed away. I'm so sorry bruh. Allah yerhama. You must be devastated."

"Mustapha,she is alive." His face goes blank and I tell him everything. Every single detail. He keeps quiet till I'm done.

"Are you sure all this is true"