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Flash back.
Rayhana.
The moment sana said I was the cause of this mess, I knew I was in for it. We exchanged insults so much I felt bad. I practically watched her pack her stuff in the cold night and went back to her fathers house. I sat there not knowing what to do, my brain got occupied. I don't want sana to find problems in her marriage. I can't be the reason. Truth be told we all messed up. starting from me, all I wanted was to get her mood a bit lively. Look at what's served on the table now. I informed my employer and he said we should meet. The following morning, without anybody, I went to his location.
" hit me with it. "
" fahad knows" I said
" excellent. the goal is to create problems for them and I a honoured you are doing this to your friend
" indeed" I said
" that's paving way for my plan" he said as he smiled mischeveously. He stood up from his desk to the sofa. Crossing his legs he said
" how is she"
" she blames me. She's devastated "
" and"
" sana is not eating. She looks pale and sick"
" fati accused sana to be a slut ." he . He stood up and walked to and fro. He used his hands to brush through his hair and that made me smile admiring him. "HEY" madam don't lose focus I said to my self.
" what do you have in mind" he said
" well i was thinking you could talk to fati since she's going to be your wife. She is a thorn on the road"
" no i wont"
" please"
" don't freak at the next thing I am going to say"
" okay"
" I am going to marry her INSHA ALLAH " he said and my eyes bulge out
" that's not possible"
" let's find that out first" he said as he hands me an envelop. I opened it and saw dollars.
" for your troubles."
" I have to go "
" don't inform anybody. incase things go side ways"
" I can't be more grateful " I said before leaving. I entered the car and we zoomed off. I called my mum and told her to meet me at the kamu.
" zailani can you increase ur speed a little"
" yes ma" he replied. With that, I literally saw us flying.
'" zailani haba " I shouted
" is this little. Did I say we should fly? Is this a plane"?"
" I don't want us to miss sana's kamu"he said.
" mtswwww"
" okay truth be told, I don't want to miss the jellof" I added
" mtswwww" I hissed. Again
Khalifa
I stayed back in my office and started to analize things. What should I do. It hurts me that sana is hurting. It kills me sana is in pains. I feel totally responsible and obliged to do something about it. What nonsense theory about some class difference, does it even matter. I settled more on my seat and look at matters critically
