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ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

The next morning, Fatima woke up with breakfast on bed, her stomach grumbling hard at the sight of the Chinese cuisine in front of her. She browsed through the room to check out whether Ahmad is there or not even though she knew he was the one who brought the food for her, fortunately, he is absent. She checked herself to see if she's stained and another fortunate fate, nothing happened. She stood up and hurried to the bathroom to change her sanitary pad then come back with more brisk steps to the room. She is so hungry that she knew she was going to finish the whole food in front of her.

She devoured the whole meal in front of her without pausing to wash everything with the black coffee beside her. She stood up and left to take a shower, she doesn't want to stay in the hotel room anymore and if possible, she wants to leave the country again before Ahmad returns. There are no clothes for her to change into, she would've gone shopping had it not being for the man around. She cannot roam freely now.

She checked if the door is open and lucky for her, he didn't lock her up this time around. She took the bag she's brought with her making sure the huge sum of money she's brought is inside the bag then heft it around her shoulder before leaving the room. Her eyes peaked around the long narrow hallway of the hotel, everything is clear and empty so she sneaked out of the room, her mind focusing on the turns they took from the elevator yesterday night. The exhaustion is still evident in her half closed eyes but Fatima would be damned if she doesn't try again.

It's surprising how Ahmad would leave the door open and also be absent in the room or around the premises. Did he trust her after the talk they've had yesterday? She is not worth trusting and she would like it if he takes his lies and bury them somewhere than waste his breath on her. Believe that he is helping her? Why the fuck would she need help and that too from someone she's despised the day she met him? There is nothing about Ahmad that she likes. His handsomeness alongside perfection makes her loathe him more than she does any other man.

Successfully leaving the hotel, she let out a huge sigh of satisfaction and began her journey the other path they've followed. She doesn't want to go to the airport, she wants Ahmad to think she's left the country so he can go looking for her throughout the airport and by the time he's done with his ambush, she's already found another place to stay and few days later, she will leave Nepal to Europe. Maybe Asia isn't the best option, she's never liked the place but Europe, it sounds so pleasurable that along with it, she sure as hell will bring solace and comfort to her.

She removed her phone from her pocket to check out nearby bungalow that an old woman occupies and is willing to give out one room for rent. Two offers are ready and they all look cozy and unsuspicious that Ahmad won't think about looking through and the old woman occupying it look friendly enough to help her play the game of hide and seek with her so called husband. Fatima copied the woman's number into her phone and got ready to call her when a voice in front of her startled her wit. She almost dropped her phone but caught it last minute.

Her head raise in annoyance to see the intruder only to see a slightly familiar looking face. There is no one Fatima knows living in Nepal neither had she make any acquaintance of anyone there and the main fact here is that he looks like a Nigerian! How the heck won't she took the wild guess that he came along with Ahmad? And why was she so free into thinking Ahmad would let her escape without any fight? God, she is becoming a softy and that is a huge capital letters no.

"Ma'am, I was sent to escort you back to the hotel. We are about to depart in a few hours." His words are curt and professional like his face.

He looks scary with bushy downward brows, upturned deep set of eyes that's seen far better days, thin black lips that's smoked more cigars than the owners counting days. His jaw is squared and more prominent than Ahmad's, higher cheekbones underneath those sharp eyes. She is not frightened though, just a little bit curious as to why he didn't join army.

Pursing her lips when he shifted, clearly not comfortable with the way she stared at him, Fatima rolled her eyes. "Don't make it sound as though I was taking a walk. I wanted to escape yet again."

Clearly this police man in front of her is not used to smiling but her comment made his lips tilt a little, finding her amusing. She shrugged, she was just being honest about her situation. If she's gotten the chance, Fatima wouldn't play with it twice and make sure she escaped without leaving any trace behind. After sometime, Ahmad will get tired of looking for her and just give up and that is when she will start shaking the universe again and demand he divorce her. Roaming around the world with marriage on her head is not at all in her plans so that divorce must take place.

"I know that, Ma'am. But let me accompany you back before Sir gets here himself." He switched to politeness, his curt words now smoother than those he's murmured earlier.

Fatima grumbled, knowing her last chance of escaping just slipped off her fingers and nothing in heavens power could help her anymore. It's not like all her mischiefs are over but she is utterly drained from everything that's been going on with her. It's a wonder that she didn't fell off long before but standing on her feet stronger than ever fighting for her freedom. Crazy things keep happening to her, ones that no sane human could sketch but it's happened to her and yet she didn't collapse off it's pressure. She shook her head in self pity, wondering how she's arrive at that phase in her life.

Had she known something like this was plotted in her life along the way, Fatima would never have grown up. Seriously, adulthood is no fun! It is filled with troubles and problems, myriad emotions one doesn't know how to deal with. Not that her childhood had been any better, it was far bitter than any other child's.

"Lead the way and if you are not conscious, I might run away again." She remarked, gesturing for him to start walking in front of her but he stood still, watching her with perplexed expression.

He cleared his throat, amusement glistening in his eyes at the seriousness she is portraying. "With due respect, Ma'am, you don't expect me to walk ahead of you when I know you might escape. Please, lead the way. Besides, bodyguards are always walking behind."

Fatima knew after that with due respect, nothing good comes out of it. She stared at him hotly before moseying in front of him with deliberate steps that definitely annoyed him. Even a two year old baby could walk faster than she does but he didn't complain neither did she increase her speed, she is taking her time before she faces that boorish man. She sighed, her life is so boring now.

She would've been in Adamawa making peoples lives hell but look how she's scooped in a country she's never liked with a man she loathes. That is not how she leads her life, she always makes time for fun but ever since her marriage, she did nothing but fight, think, escape, fight again and it is fucking draining. How on earth do they expect her to not go crazy with such mundane things? Fatima Musa Babagana running away from her own hometown because of a man? That would've make a nice ass headline for people in Adamawa. No one would begin to imagine something like this happening to the boss.

Arriving back at the hotel, he ushered her to their room and close the door behind her. She pursed her lips at the closed door in front of her face then turn around to look at the man that's made her life hell. He is sitting there nonchalantly with phone pressed to his left ear, one of his ankle elegantly relaxing on his knee. The other hand that is not ladened with the weight of his cellphone is spread across the couch, making unconscious patterns. He talked in hush murmurs, she cannot hear a thing but the harshness and huskiness of his voice could be heard from where he is.

Sensing that he won't acknowledge her presence, Fatima went to where he is and pried the phone off his hand then hanging up. His expression didn't change from that devil-may-care as he regarded her with cool eyes. He can see how she yearns for trouble and he's vowed to not do what she wants but the exact opposite to drive her crazy. She stood for a minute, waiting for him to react or even show slight anger but he didn't. Gnashing her teeth, she threw the phone beside him on the couch and regarded him with her own hot eyes.

"If we are leaving the country, I think we should be on our way now. Or I promise to run away and this time, no amount of connection or men will help you find me." She crossed her arms underneath her bosom, wary of the old clothes she is wearing. He didn't even act like a gentleman and get her new clothes but he manage to get a set for himself and his men.

Unlike yesterday, he is wearing dark sable Nike sweatpants and turtle neck carob shirt that emphasized his huge upper body. Eying his size in the tight shirt, it makes her wonder how she managed to rip a piece of skin from his face. The man can easily give her a backhand and she won't be able to stand on her feet again but he didn't. God, she should really start looking at the sizes of people she's troubling or end up blacking out when it turns out wrong.

"You stink." Was all he stated, staring at her from head to toe with an emotion she couldn't point out in his eyes.

She didn't know when her face heat up with both embarrassment and anger. How dare he? Who told him he's got the right to tell her whether she stinks or not? Who the fuck does he think he is to talk to her so familiarly? The heat crawled from her forehead to her entire body down to her neck, engaging in popping out a green vein before you know it, her whole body is shaking with an onslaught of anger that fell on her like avalanche.

"Who gave you the right to tell me whether I stink or not? Are you out of your mind?" She is genuinely asking him that last question because he clearly has lost all rationality along the way here.

He's spurted out bunch of rubbish yesterday and now he is talking as though they are familiar with one another! Since when?

Ahmad raised a brow, knowing his words got to her in the wrong way. He was only stating the fact because she is smelling herself and he got the whiff of something unpleasant that has to do with the clothes she's worn the whole of yesterday and today too but not her own body. He internally shook his head, there is never getting it right with Fatima Musa Babagana. She is always ready for trouble as if she has the strength of the entire world.

"I stated the fact, you stink. It'll be better for both of us if you resign and go take a shower while I get Joe to get new outfit for you. I hope you won't mind whatever he brings because you have no choice."

If possible, Fatima's face is now red with fury and nostrils are about to start discharging hot and white anger, she looks comical. "And you call me unladylike? You think you are being a gentleman now? Who tells a lady she stinks? You, you are nothing but a disgusting man hidden in beautiful face. Pig."

Ahmad can't help smirking as she yawed around to make her way to the bathroom, leaving behind her bag on the bed. "But I'm not the one stinking, you are... Pig." He called out before she could reach the bathroom door causing her to abruptly halt but before she could turn around, he's busied himself with his phone.

Seeing that he has ended the conversation with the last word, she cried out in anger. "I hate you so fucking much!" Then she closed the bathroom door with a bang that probably helped the birds outside fly away for the morning.

Ahmad grinned to his phone, at ease with what's happened because it's been long since he enjoyed battling with someone using words. It is usually with Oliver in Texas but the guy knew they are just bantering while Fatima here is taking everything to heart. Nothing she says will shake Ahmad, he's used to everything and nothing that comes out from her mouth and knew half the time she doesn't know what she's saying. But the exchange right now, he had fun annoying her thoroughly when he his comment was meant to be an honest remark.

He stood up and made his way to the door where Joe stood, legs wide and eyes on alert. He's always admired the policeman ever since he met him. Joe takes his job seriously and have the same sense of changing things in the Nigeria police force like Ahmad. When the proposal of Ahmad seeking for a guard for his home came, Joe didn't hesitate the to jump into that opportunity because he said 'The way things are going in the station will only irritate him so he'd rather work in his home till things start going their way.'

Joe saluted when he noticed Ahmad by the door and stepped forward, regarding Ahmad with respectful eyes. "Sir!"

"I want you to get something for my wife to wear. Take this." He gave his dark card to him but Joe was contemplating with bemused eyes.

"I don't know nothing about women's outfit, Sir. I won't know what to get for her." Joe looked uneasy and uncomfortable. How is he to shop for his boss's wife? Even if he knew how to, he cannot.

Ahmad sighed, he is right. Shopping for women is such a headache. "Forget about it. I can just order something from the hotel."

He went back to the room and ordered a full package for woman's outfit that is enough to close her from head to toe. He doesn't like the way Fatima dresses but who is he to tell her otherwise? She will definitely cut off his tongue if he dares to say anything about what she wears.