Gone

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Chapter 21

Life do move fast that its scary, it felt like it was just yesterday when i was making plan for my future even though i wasn't certain i'll make it.
And here i am not, boarding on my flight back to Abuja.  Barr. Azeezah. Life is indeed short. I sat down on the flight sit ready to get my family's trust back. Ready to sue that lie if he refuse to give me a divorce.

I finally made it, I have no one else to pick me up so i took a cab to my house. Well my soon to be ex house not home. The house where i live with that black witch. Getting there the house was locked up and there was no one there. No single soul to ask. I apologize to the driver and give him the address of Osman parent's house. Upon getting there, i played the driver and get down of the cab.

Walking in, a guard stopped me saying "excuse me ma'am but who are you looking for?"
"Um, How do i put it. Um, you see am family. Well not by blood but by marriage. I have been gone for a while"
"That doesn't answer the question miss"
"Am Osman wife."
"Oh, but Osman is not here. He has left the country for over three years and has not been back. I even heard that the madam of this house wanted to get all his property. She even kidnap his girlfriend but he didn't return"
"Oh, thank you for the information but do you know which country he is"
"Yes, but you are his wife i thought you should know that"
"No, i don't"
"Its Brazil "
"Thank you".

Wow, if i didn't make it for a run I would have been lock up for three years, such a heartless beast.
I thought Farhana said he was back searching for me but let me call her and confirm it.
" Hey, how are you ?"
"Never been better. How are you and Karim? Oh and my up coming baby?"
"We are all great. So have you gone to get your divorce?"
"Well, i did but the was we stay in was locked up while here at his parents house they said  he has been out of the country for over three years. I thought you said he was back searching for me?"
"Yes, he was there as your  brothers join him but i don't know where he is now. You should ask them"
"Well, thanks for the help"

I find a cab and get in to Ya Saif house. I don't know how i'll face them but i have to find where Osman is and get him to say the truth. When we get to there i paid him and make my way in only for me to bump into someone.
"Sorry" I quickly said only to be crush with a hug.
"Aunt Azee. I don't know people come back from death. I miss you so much"
"Aisha, Ya Salam, you have all grown up. Where is Ahmad? I miss you too dear"
"Come, mom won't believe this"
We walked in as she yell for her mother to come out she has surprise for her.
"Azeezah?"
"Ya Amirah"
"What are you doing here?"
"What?"
"Mom, she's just back from death"
"Where did i send you Aisha?"
"Oh, am going. But don't go away again aunt Azee" we watch as Aisha happily rush out before turning our attention back to each other.
"If Saif see you, he'll have a heart attack. Just go please before he come back and see's you"
"Ya Amirah, how can you say that to me?"
"You are a disgrace to us Azee"
"Okay, i saw this coming but before i go. Do have any information about the man i got married to?"
"Osman? Why?"
"Please i need to see him desperately"
"Years back he was searching for you and now you are searching for him. Tell me what did whoring around got you. Saif has been trying his best to give you what you need but that doesn't suffice you. How ungrateful of you"
"Osman?" I asked again cause am losing all the sanity left in me.
"He's back to Brazil. Happy married again to amazing and grateful woman, Amrah, she took care if him."
"Amrah? Have you saw her? Is she short, fair and a little grumpy?"
"Don't expect me to answer that. Who knows what you might do to their marriage. Get out"
I packed my things and walked out of the house. I called Munira to come and pick me up.

I was waiting for her when i saw Ya Jafar walking out of his car and giving me a disgusting look. Lucky me Munira arrive at that moment, i hurried and get in the car because i was not ready to hear more of those words they used against me.

So here is it.

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What is it with Osman and Amrah married? Ain't they siblings?

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