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PREFACE
Salim briskly knocked the door. His heart beating fast, all through out the day he hadn't set his eyes on Suleiman and he had been extremely surprised as it was his wedding day.
"Sule, open the door please!" He spoke out gently against the door but still the door wasn't answered. "Get me the Keys!" He ordered one of the maid in the house, the said maid ran to one of the cabinets in the hall and pulled out a bunch of keys.
He opened the door immediately the maid brought it to him and yanked the door open, the sight he was met with had him staggering back slightly.
"Innalillahi Wa Inna Ilayhir Rajiuu!" He muttered and then rubbed his eyes out of sheer disbelief.
He couldn't believe his eyes, his brother, his beloved younger brother taking drugs.
As if something shocked him, he ran to him and yanked the bottle of Heineken from his hand.
Suleiman looked at him, eyes dazed, he tried to stood up falling back down and trying again until eventually he stood on running legs.
"Give...give that back!" He slurred and then lazily slugged his hand to collect the bottle but couldn't.
"What is wrong with you?" Salim yelled , angry, frustrated. Today was suppose to be the best day in his life. Why does it feel like one if the worse?
"Nothing!" Suleiman slumped down on the bed, facing upwards.
"Stand up." Salim ordered but Suleiman Laos still just looking at him out of focus. "I said stand the fuck to!" Seeing the anger on his older brother's face, Suleiman immediately raised up, then held his head like it was paining him.
"Now talk !" Salim ordered willing himself to be calmed. "What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing!" Suleiman replied.
"I will ask again and you better tell me the truth. I said what is wrong with you?"
"I....I nothing YaYa." He stammared.
Angry and frustrated beyond repair, Salim held him up his shirt and spoke in a firm angry voice.
"Speak, before I fucking pound your face in the wall. What is making you take drugs? Huh? What's making you tarnish the beautiful upbringing of our parents."
"I'm sorry!" Suleiman sobbed out.
"No, I don't want your sorry, tell me why and that too on my wedding day ?" Salim insisted.
"I..I can't telll you YaYa!"
"Tell me right now!"
"I can't!" Suleiman yelled.
"Now!" Roared Salim and with an anguish yell Suleiman replied.
"I'm in love with your wife!"
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