"Please go to sleep, we'll deal with this tomorrow" I plead with Modupe for the umpteenth time, she is focused on her phone trying to convince Imran/Hanif to come here.

"Saadiya sleep if you want to. I just want to complete this task before tomorrow morning" she says not taking her eyes off her phone.

I open my mouth to speak then she placed her phone on her left ear, indicating she's on a phone call. I decide not to eavesdrop so I blow prayers over me and place my head on a soft pillow.

Good news, I haven't had nightmares from the night before yesterday and yesterday too. I hope it turns out to be the same today too.

Third person's POV

Daddy invited Alhaji Babangida Bugaje and his family members to his house for dinner the next day.

"How's it going?" Alhaji asked Daddy about politics. It's been long since they met, they've gotta chatch up.

"Alhamdulillah. We thank God, it's moving better than before" Daddy replied, thinking of a suitable way to approach him.

"Alhamdulillah" Alhaji responded happily.

"I actually wanted us to discuss a very important issue" Daddy gained his full attention.
"Go on" The latter focused

"It's about Hanif" Daddy paused to see Alhaji's reaction, he got none. Alhaji stayed numb.

"Does he have a twin brother?"

"He does. Imran is his name, he left us since he was 14 years old. "

"Subhanallah, he died?"
"No. He left the house. An incident happened and it made him furious, so he left"

"Can I know what happened, if you don't mind?"

"Sure" Alhaji smiles.

Flashback

Alhaji Babangida Bugaje's Residence.

"Baba here is my result" A fifteen tall year old boy, showed his father, his exam results. That's Imran.

"Here's mine too" Hanif passed his too.

"Wow! I'm proud of you my son. Tell me,which school do you want to go to, around this world. I'll give you everything you need." Alhaji Bugaje patted his son on his back in encouragement.

"Baba you haven't checked mine" Imran said with a sad smile.
"What's there to check huh? What's there? When your brother is scoring 409 you're showing me 202. What's there to see?" Alhaji yelled making all if them cower in fear.

His wife who was in the kitchen, cooking food heard noises and rushed to the sitting room.

"What happened? Ah you're back" she smiled looking at the boys.

"Good afternoon ma" they said simultaneously. She responded and asked of the results.

They both took it from the table beside their father and gave it to her. She beamed and hugged both of them.
"Masha Allah. I'm so proud of the both of you, may Allah increase you in knowledge " she prayed "I knew that you'll definitely pass"

"Aren't you also happy?" She directed the question to her husband who replied with a scowl.

"I'm proud. I'm proud of my son, Hanif. Today he has proved that he's my blood" Alhaji stood up and left leaving a shattered Imran.

He was used to this treatment,but he has never said that he's not his blood. Why him? Is it because his brother is lucky to be more intelligent than him?

And he's not a dullard. No! It's just that his brother is smarter.

Imran saw his mother looking at him with pity.
"I do not need your sympathy if you can't stand up for me. I'll do the necessary" he marched to his Father's room and kicked the door making it open widely.

"What type of insolence is this? Have you got no manners?" His father yelled.

"You should know that better than anyone. That's not the reason why I'm here" he said clenching his fists. He was very angry and was trying to stop himself from doing anything wrong.

"Why? What have I ever done to you? Why do you hate me so much?" He yelled, tears streaming down his checks.
"I need an answer to this and you have to answer me"

"Look, young man, leave this place before I lose it. This is my last warning" Alhaji Bujage frowned.

"Baba please listen to him." Hanif said calmly.

"Hanif don't get into this. Go to your room" Hanif did as he was told and their mother spoke up.

"Mr Bugaje he has the right to speak"

"Did you just call me Mr Bugaje?" Alhaji was shocked.

"Yes I did. Answer your son if you don't want to see my other side.  Do I have to remind you?" She thundered.

After she's his wife, Mrs Fai'za Bugaje. She's those type of women that everyone avoided because of their trouble. Growing up with a silver spoon in her mouth didn't help matters. She could destroy or make you in a matter of seconds.

She didn't care about what the world thought of her till she got married to Mr Amir Bugaje, a no nonsense business tycoon. It was arranged. She didn't like him neither did he like her too.

For the first two years of their marriage, they both made each others lives hell. She loved seeing him in pain and his hobby was hurting her, physically and emotionally.

But when she gave birth to the twins, everything changed, she became more calm but they still avoided each other as hard as they could.

In front of the world, their family members and children, they are the ideal couple. The actual truth was perfectly hidden by them.

"I thought we're over that phase" he stammered. She laughed at him, even cackled

"Over which phase? I also thought till you started behaving strangely to Imran. You started being partial. What's meaning of that? Do you have an explanation for that?" She yelled again.

"This is between me and him. Do not interfere" he raised his hand up. Fai'za eyed him warily before walking out.

"Tell me" Imran spoke again. His father made him sit on a chair and faced him as she spoke.

"Imran, I won't hide anything from you. You know right?" Imran nodded " I dislike you. I just want a heir who will take care of my business " Imran sighed

"Why do you dislike me? Have I done anything wrong?"

"Not at all. I just need a son, with high IQ, whom I'll be able to present to the world"

"You also know that I'm also intelligent"

"And your brother is more intelligent than you. It's simple, take it or leave it. Now leave my room and never come to me with such audacity. Very foolish boy"

Imran angrily left the room to his room. From that day, no one hears from him. He left the house leaving a letter for his mother. She didn't tell anyone about the letter. He left the house during the night.

End of flashback

Daddy was reasoning on what his friend told him.

"Do you feel sad or feel guilty about his disappearance?"
"Why would I? I don't and I would never. Forget about that I'm sure he's dead and tell me, what were you about to tell me?"

"I found Imran. In fact, I even thought it was Hanif but that's not the main issue" Daddy told him every single thing from Saadiya's nightmares, to her confession, Modupe's fiancé and the post mortem result.

"This is really confusing" Alhaji rubbed his temples.
"When he died, I made sure there were proper investigations but no one found anything. Who could it be?"

"My Imran is alive" Mrs Bugaje barged into the sitting room. She has been in Mommy's room after eating food.

"Yes he is."

"Please who's Modupe? I want to see her" she asked Mommy. Mommy called Saadiya using the intercom and told her to come with Modupe.

Modupe and Saadiya came, greeted them then Mommy introduced her to them.

"But Imran told me that his father died before he was born and his mother died when he was fifteen" Modupe said, confused.

"No dear" Mrs Bugaje held her hands "I'm his mother, he left us because of a family issue. Please can I get his number? I just want to hear his voice, please"

"Okay ma" Modupe typed the number into her phone.
"You can call him, but do not at any cost reveal to him where you go the number from. It should be a secret" Daddy warned. They should just get to him first.

"Okay sure" she nodded.

They left the house after saying their goodbyes.

Throughout the ride, Alhaji was quiet while Fa'iza was extremely happy.
"Give me his number" Alhaji said immediately they got home.

Mrs Bugaje hissed and went to get water. She decided to call Imran the next day.

"You better give it to me. I'm very sure that he killed Hanif because he's jealous. What type of person is this?" Alhaji vented. Mrs Bugaje ignored him and continued walking.

"Mrs Bugaje" He yelled blocking her way.

"Yes, am I obstructing you from something?" She spoke nonchalantly.
"Just do as I told you"

"Look Mr Bugaje, you have no right to order me. Move away" she looked at him in the eye, clearly annoyed.

"We'll talk tomorrow" he said knowing she won't budge. She's very stubborn.

They moved to their various rooms and retired for the night.

(())

Third person's POV.

I let out an evil laugh, knowing that they'll never know who killed him.

"Boss, from all indications, they're close to finding the truth out"

"Oh really? That's only if you're the one who will reveal it to them. This isn't great news, you'll have to go" I fire at the other person speaking.

"The only person that knows my secret is dead too. Alhaji Babangida Bugaje, do all you can, you'll never know who killed your beloved son".

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What's up? What do you think about the new characters? Mr and Mrs Bugaje?
Imran and Hanif are identical twins?😱😱
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And who's this person?

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