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Unknown's POV.

"They are blaming the wrong person one more time and I have to speak up otherwise she'll get punished for what she didn't do. But if I tell them the real person, they will forget how we are related and send me to jail immediately.

"No! This isn't going as I had planned it. What should I do?" The person spoke.

"This is very confusing. I had to express my anger otherwise they will suspect me, and I had said that I don't believe them, they will ask me to provide my suspect"

"That girl shouldn't go to jail because of me. I'll take the pain for her, I won't let anything go wrong with her" the person heaves a sigh and looked out of the window.

"I really just hope that Modupe is fine. The both of them can't suffer because of my stupidity".

(())

They are back from the hospital, Modupe is sitting on Saadiya's bed, Saadiya on the bean bag beside her bed. None of them said a word, Saadiya is scared to speak while Modupe is too shocked to open her mouth.

The memory of that incident keeps flashing right before her eyes. She is staring into an empty space, Saadiya has her eyes on her.

Saadiya walks slowly to Modupe, who was lost in her own world, didn't notice her presence. She sits opposite her and gains her attention.

"Modupe I hope you're okay? I never meant to cause you pain. I really never wanted to" Saadiya talks calmly.

"It's fine, I'm good. At least I got to know what he thinks about me. I got to know his true colors. But I never expected that..." Modupe bursts out crying. They hug each other, each of them having a different reason for crying.

"This life...you see, isn't a bed of roses. We all have our tests in one way or the other, and this is our test. All we need to do is pass it with flying colours, right?" Saadiya asks and Modupe nods positively.

"Good. And we are always going to stay happy, no matter the circumstances. Your Imran will come back to you, I'm sure about that. Don't take what he said seriously, he was angry at that moment" Saadiya adds.

"I really appreciate" Saadiya smiles at her.
"No, I really appreciate"

"No. We both appreciate" they laugh and let all their worries fly away.

(())

"The Bugaje's are here. With the police. They filed a case against Saadiya" Ya Hanifa sighs, "I wonder what they want again Saadiya you will be fine. Don't bother"

"I'll make sure they regret this. What nonsense?! I will foil their plans" Ya Hafiz clenches his fists.

"As long as I am not at fault, God will help me. I have faith in Him" I say sincerely. "Let's go."

"Are you Halima Saadiya Muhammed?" A stone faced man, wearing the Nigerian Police uniform, asks me almost immediately I step into the sitting room.

Seems like they've been waiting for me. I roll my eyes mentally at them.

"Yes I am" I nod, trying hard to control my mouth from adding anything rude.

"Good." What is good in it? I bit my lower lip to avoid saying it.

"You're under arrest for the murder of Mr Hanif Bugaje." A lady, wearing the same uniform, moves forward with a pair handcuffs, she places around my wrists and I try to stop tears from spilling, they still come. It's inevitable.

I follow the woman out, my head ducked down, thinking about how my life would have been if I wasn't involved in this.

"All other inquiries will be done at the station"

(())

I was put in a smelly dark room with two other people. They look so dirty and disgusting. Ew!

I've never been to a place close to this, and I'm resisting the urge to puke. A few minutes pass, then they lead me in to a bigger place, not as dark as the first one. It has a medium sized desk in between two black chairs.

Another strict man was sitting on one of the chairs. They made me sit on the chair and removed the handcuffs.

"You are going to tell us what you know about the murder. Everything. Do not leave out any information otherwise you'll be in trouble."

I am not surprised by the tone he used, and I'm not frightened at all. I'll just tell then all I know.

"What happened on the day the murder was committed?"

"I was coming back from school, a group of thugs appeared and while trying to save my friend, I hit a stick on his head. I thought he was part of them"

"Is that all?" I nod

"But the post mortem reports shows us that he was stoned, five times to death. What can you say about that?" He asks pushing his glasses up.

"I don't know" he raises a brow.

"I mean, I don't about that. I don't know who did it. All I know is that.."

"Be wise in what you say. I'm just reminding you"

"I honestly don't know anything about it. I just told you everything I know" I say.

"Fine. Since you're not ready to accept your crime, you'll rot here, but if you confess, your punishment might be reconsidered. Constable Maryam, take her back" he hits the table and stands up.

"Excuse me" I gather courage to speak. It's not like I'm scared or something, I just have to respectful,now that I'm in their territory.

He looks at me as if to to say "what?"

"Please change my cell. I'm uncomfortable in the other one" I voice out, knowing that this is impossible.

He leans forward a bit and places his palms on the table.
"You sure have enjoyed life in that huge house but no, this is not your fathers house. You will stay, where we want you to stay. You have no choice" he says, emphasising on each word.
He walks out majestically as if he is walking on a throne.

"Get up" the so called constable speaks loudly as if I'm deaf.

"Useless jerks" I mutter under my breath and follow her out. I just hope they take me out of here soon, I won't survive for another hour.

(())

"Hey you! Come over here" a short, fat man, pointing a stick at me opens the metallic burglary.

Phew!

They kept me there for almost thirty minutes. I would have died if he didn't come.
"You're very lucky huh? You got a bail as early as this. But don't think it's over, be waiting for a court summon. See you there soon" The same police man that interrogated me scowls.

What the eff is his problem? I only roll my eyes and walk out with Yaya Hafiz.

"Thank you so much for coming. I felt as if my lungs were tied in there. It was very suffocating" I speak when Yaya turned on the ignition.

"You're good now?"

"No. I still need to get home before I'll be back to normal" I sigh and he nods, zooming off.

A few minutes later, we arrived to see everyone waiting for us.

"We managed to get her out, all thanks to your connections, but we still need to gather more evidence. They won't let her be free and if we have no evidence to support our claims, we will lose the case" Mr Martins, my father's lawyer explained.

"How do we get that?" He looks at me.

"I can't say"

"I'll ask you questions regarding the incident, please try to recall everything".

The question session was over with him jotting down some points.

"See you soon" he leaves giving us a hint of what might happen.

Short right? I'm sorry for that. I'll try my very best to make the next chapter longer.

Important: I will be going off for a while, so please bear with me. As soon as I resume (I can't say when exactly) I will make it up to you.

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