CROSSED PATHS

Chapter Twenty-two

This drive has to be the longest one I have ever been on.

We finally reached the FJay Mansion bro I have to stop calling my father in law that the gates of the house where open. For the first time I actually stop to admire the structure of the mansion. It was s beautiful architecture. Ash as the exterior color. It had a huge fountain in the middle. A motor park filled with average 7 to 9 cars. Luxurious is all the house screams. A black tilled ground everywhere. The house was even bigger than ours in Abuja. I mean we are talking about the owner of the FJay industries. Top 1 sugar making company in the entire Africa and top 10 in the world. Uncle FJay has attain so many success and sometimes I get intimidated by him.

Unlike Husna's wedding this was more scanty with few people compare to her's.

" Dude you didn't tell me your getting married to a president daughter. I mean this house looks like the ash version of the White House or even the Queen's Palace" Mike clearly surprised by the whole situation.

"Guy is FJay we are talking about. Also I wonder why he hasn't shown interest in politics,now that he has retired and has build this huge empire of business". Jamal.

"Forget it,I am happy he hasn't. Politics is a game of deceit." I said. I strongly believe politics is a dirty game.

"Yeah that's right. Imagine the whole chaos going on between Donald Trump and the US government is disheartening." Jamal sitting besides me. We came to a halt infront of this huge door frame and immediately my nervousness came in.

They was a knock on my window as I rolled it down
"Aryan there is a huge problem". Fahad with worried all over his face. Jamal and Michael immediately turned their attention to him and me also fearing that what I was scared of is going to happen.

"Speak up Fahad" Jamal.

He hand me over a laptop that has the article and it's says Handmade billionaire married for the sake of business proposal.

I was pissed by the fact that some stupid company will just sit and write all this lie for the sake of money.

"Bro this is serious. What do you think should be done." Jamal.

"Sue the company the article came from and also ask the media team to make an official statement on my social media platform. We don't one any more article before the statement release okay".

Jamal took his phone and immediately got out of the car to make some calls. Hear is a thing about fame and wealth,sometimes you just don't know the source an info got out and that's something that I absolutely hate.

"Under no circumstances should they be able to dictate the reason I married Ahlam. If they do you know its going to ruin the FJay image". Fahad nods understanding my points and he left with his laptop.

"Thank god I choose to be in a medical field I saved myself from all this stress" Michael.

"Yeah and it suits a fish like you better" I scoffed.

"Come on let's get in" I left no room for retaliation.

Micheal,I and Muhammad Bilal a family relation went in.

We were directed to a side parlor by Vanessa Ahlam's friend and I can see Micheal literally gawking for her whore.

"The bride will be here in a minute". She said with a thick accent.

I nodded and sat on a couch. So did the rest,it was just three of us in the room and I am happy because I am not a social person.

"Assalamu alaikum the latest ango in town" My annoying sister Kausar. The key word annoying. She was grinning like a mad person. Also she was wearing thesame lace with Ammie talk about favorite will you.