“The man in question here isn’t even in the country, how do we get solid evidence to prove the woman’s innocence in all of this?” Habeebah asked.
“When I interrogated her, she told me that he normally embarks on escapades such as this and takes long before returning. We would have to find out where and who he has been in contact with.” Ilhaam suggested.
“I honestly don’t understand. Why be so wicked to an innocent person? If he knew he never cared one bit for her, why did he get married to her then? Why didn’t he just tell her to excuse herself out of his life instead of framing her for a crime she knows nothing of?” Habeebah lamented gloomy.
“Habeebah dear, certain people are just that way. Despicable. Misanthropic. Evil. They derive joy in hurting others, it’s their nature. He wouldn’t have done it alone, committing murder isn’t that easy. He must surely belong to some kind of criminal group of some sort. The police are on it already, they’ll track him down and get back to us.” Ilhaam said operating on her laptop.
“That poor woman. She must be going through a lot right now.” Habeebah voiced unhappy.
A murder case is so far known as the most complicated of all cases. Thorough investigation needs to be made; nailing down the timeline of the victim’s final days and weeks; following every lead; treating everything as an evidence and lastly perseverance. It is a challenging task. Unfortunately, the woman involved has no idea what her husband does for a living. All she knows is that he travels a lot without telling her the destination he was headed.
The intercom on Habeebah’s table rang. “Hello.” She said answering.
“Ma’am, sorry Habeebah,” Melissa corrected. “Someone’s here to see you.” She added nervously.
“Who is it? And why are you frightened?” Habeebah asked.
“It’s a man. He says his name is Mahmoud Jalo and he wants to see you.” She replied afraid. Whatever was making Melissa scared and breathless, Mahmoud unfailing had something to do with it.
“What!?” She exclaimed leaping up from her sit which caught Ilhaam’s attention. “I’ll be down in a sec.”
“What is the matter? Why do you look disquietude?” Ilhaam questioned flummoxed.
“Mahmoud is here. He is downstairs wanting to see me.” Habeebah answered petrified.
“What does he want? How does he know you where you work?” Ilhaam presses confused.
“Same as you, I also have no idea. I have to go down before he creates a commotion here.” She verballed heading for the door. Habeebah hurriedly aft out with Ilhaam on her tail. Getting there, she halted.
Seeing him physically for the first time in a long while, didn’t make her feel any better. Not that she was afraid of him but, nothing about him had changed; he looked the same way he used to. That same egoistic aura he wears about, the heart wrenching and repulsive character he addresses people with and not to forget his undeniable comeliness; which used to appeal to her. Used.
Ilhaam stopped behind with a gasp sighting what was happening. Mahmoud was threatening Melissa; a crowd had gathered on sighting what was ensuing. Definitely he hadn’t noticed he had called for attention.
Rage and anger flowed through her veins. She had to clench her fists tightly so as to suppress the ache in her heart and also gather the courage to stand his attitude.
“Where is she!? Didn’t you say she was coming!? It’s been minutes! Did you lie to me? It wouldn’t take me anything to wrench you under my feet!” Mahmoud spat at the poor girl.
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The Power Of Calmness
General Fiction"I want to become a renowned lawyer and Human Rights Activist when I do grow up." Seven year old Habeebah, happily said to her father. As time passes, we as humans tend to move closer to reality. Because, with each passing second, nothing stays stag...
