Chapter 31 - Yusuf

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My life without Fatimah around me was so boring, I was already used to her presence hence even though I knew being in a relationship with her could be dead end - I still wanted to be with her. Was it love or what? I also didn't know, I just wanted to be her friend.

The day she left me by Adnan's gate was the last time we talked, and that was two months ago. From that day, whenever we meet each other she would pretend as if she didn't know anything about me. And the more she ignored me, the more I craved for her presence. It was like a charm, hmm only that it wasn't really a charm...

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When few days ago the person I hired to secretly investigate the cause of the fire that ate Bulama's former cement factory came to me, he submitted his reports to me and I paid him off. The reports came as I was suspecting. Yes, with my sister manipulating Munir to execute some inhuman tasks for her.

The fire was not natural, the reports showed lots of evidences sufficient to put both my sister and Munir behind bars. Also, there was a 64gb pen drive containing the voice records of many secret meetings by the two culprits.

That day, I literally slept with my sister's thoughts allover my mind. Why would she do such malicious thing that could land her into hell in the hereafter, and jail in this world? Was it to impress our father? I kept asking myself series of questions. If I was the Yusuf of the past, I would have duplicate all the reports and send them to Bulama Cooperation in anonymous style but I had changed and had become the opposite of me.

I believed my mother's prayers changed me and I pray they change my sister too before she land herself into the pit of hell. As for Munir, I would make sure I silenced him by exposing him to Fatimah. Without him, my sister would not continue with her malevolent acts!

It was after that conclusion that I was able to sleep soundly on my bed. Yes, and the following day I began thinking on how to approach Fatimah... How to expose the mole in their house that if care is not taking could one day lead their company to bankruptcy. I was eager to expose him to her, so eager!

But it was Saturday and there was no weekend lectures, thus I had to wait till Monday and on that Monday, I went out in search for her the moment I arrived at school around 10am. I had afternoon lectures only that day. Something told me to save the search and just call her but I knew Fatimah, her heart is strong and she was no-nonsense. She would ignore my call so I kept searching for her in places I could find her. First, the cafeteria since at that 10am they would've finished their first lecture and would've been to the cafeteria already.

Unfortunately, when I searched through the cafeteria I only oversaw Qudrah and the tall black guy that had been allover her for some time now. I think he liked her, they were always together. When I couldn't find Fatimah with them, I knew she was somewhere in the department so I headed there and looked around the rest area first before finally deciding to check the hall they had their first lecture in. Hopefully, I oversaw her seated in one of the front seats operating her phone. And for some unknown reason, I found myself staring at her... admiring her beauty, the beauty that didn't surface until I had already underestimated her in the past and only recognized her butts as the only thing that could attract me to her. Now God had proved me wrong!

No, no don't approach her from the front... Surprise her from the back!

I gulped as I moved backwards and then walked towards the back door. Just as I was entering, I pumped into Habib and he started raining insults on me as if it was my fault. Actually, he was the one not looking at where he was going.

Yes, he was busy with his phone and that was the cause. The phone fell and luckily, nothing happened to it but he wasn't happy still. He wanted to pour out his rage on me and that eventually initiated a fight between us. I was too cool these days and that gave him the opportunity to render my nose broken.

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