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ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

"That wasn't what we fucking planned, Betsy!" Fatima almost screamed into the phone as she paced the length of her room. The whole borough should feel her wrath.

She just came back from the scene that has happened with Ahmad and Betsy but the fact that Betsy didn't agree to report the case to the police station made Fatima very angry. They agreed that they will send him to the station even if it is just to ruin his name in a corrosive way and not let him off the hook with just the maids hollering their protests. Betsy had to bring it to cessation, damn it.

What good would that do to her? The maids in her house hardly leave the house, the guards will not tell a soul outside since everything in the Babagana mansion is strictly confidential. And her half siblings, those bunch of foolish children won't say a thing either, they'll act like they don't know what happened where the witch of stepmother steps, she adores her nephew too much to spoil his name.

And then what? Is she the one to spread out rumours about the man? No one would believe her because clearly, something had transpired between them which the society might already know about already. All in all, Betsy has ruined their plan without a second thought to what Fatima might feel. She actually feels betrayed by her friend, she chose Ahmad over her.

Call her clingy, she is starting to feel ciguatera within her belly.

Is that insecurity or jealousy? Maybe the tinge half bit of all of them, she feels them all at the same time. She's always been insecure since she grew up alone, with no one to console her not that she needed any one, or so she thought. Now that she's found a friend or two, she is clinging to them like a goddamn koala bear and she hates it. That defines just how weak she really is. And it should change.

"I couldn't do it, Maah. I just realised that it was a foolish thing to do when it was too late. That parley should end the way I left it." A sigh escaped Betsy, she massaged her head to cool down the growing migraine.

"The fuck was too late, Bet? You realised after I've plotted everything? Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Fatima scowled, her lips setting a deep snarl that would've put a wolf's to shame.

"You need to li-" Fatima cut her off with a growl, it sounds so animal like that Betsy kept quiet to confirm if her friend just made that sound. She's never seen or heard that side of Fatima and it would've been a huge lie if she will say it didn't frighten her.

"Don't fucking tell me anything! You know how much this means to me but you took his side, didn't you? What is it about him that you want so badly?" Fatima would've normally hang up the phone by now but she wants to know. Whatever it is that he has will be ruined so her friend won't turn into a fiend.

God, things are just getting influxed into her system without her permission.

"Listen to me now, Maah!" Betsy's voice is no more cozy or placating, it is stern and glacier. "That man is an ACP, a very respected one too at that. Even if we take the case to the station, they'd either dismiss it or do all they can to prove us wrong and then what? Your reputation will be smeared and that is something I cannot afford. You may have forgotten that your name is always at the top list of people to be inundated in trouble and scandal, we should maintain that a bit. He will look at you as a loser when it is all over. You get that?"

Fatima went quiet, her head jeering out the things Betsy just said and ended up believing that she is right. That would've happened and she won't like her plan getting foiled from the other end. It's better that Betsy ended it, they quit and he didn't know they did that, that won't hurt much. She is still furious though, she might not get some sleep for the night.

Instead of saying anything, she hung up the phone and went to her closet to change into something warm for the night out. She won't get sleep, she can just go out to her balcony and wait for the sunrise.

She changed into a knit woolen tepia sweater and shadow yoga pants, took her airpods, laptop, camera and phone then left the room for the balcony. She settled on the swing there, reach her hand out to take the chocolates she's stuffed into one of the drawers located beside it and started munching on them. Her mood did not change, staring at the quarters where everything took place did not help either but that place is her sanctuary where she finds solace.

By four in the morning, she saw the door to the quarters Ahmad occupies got yanked open from inside and he trudged out looking too fresh and suave for someone who's arisen earlier than the Imam. He is wearing gym outfit -onyx tank top, alabaster Nike sweats and matching trainers sheathed his feet. She rolled her eyes and continue surfing through YouTube for ways to torture an enemy.

She's got few good suggestions but not enough for her. This man deserves all the evil on earth, so the petty ones she is seeing won't work for her. Some say she should make him fall in love with her and break his heart, the other is saying she should hurt the person closest to him which result to two people, his brother and his mother. His brother is not an option, she doesn't know his mother even with a knife placed across her delicate neck. She'd pass her in the corridor and think she is another maid, no doubt.

Frustrated with the petty answers, she closed her laptop and waited for the sunrise.

Fatima awoke around eleven in the morning, and that is when she remembered about school. She had only slept for merely three hours and that is not enough time for her to keep the drowsiness of sleep off her eyes. Turning around to go back to sleep, she cuddled the pillow on the swing but a sharp pain zapped around her stiff neck and she yelp out in surprise. She's being mutinous like a kid but she can't help it, she wants to cuddle.

No time to go through pettifog and frivolous stuff.

"Yeah, I thought so too." She heard Uwani's voice from afar, unknotting the last knot that tied her with her beauty sleep.

Fatima hissed beneath her teeth, her eyes stinging to keep stupid tears at bay. The pain around her neck and shoulder is heart wrenching, it's making her whole brain ache. "What are you doing here, Uwani?"

She heard the sound of Uwani dropping a plate on the table beside her then she replied. "Hayaat called to tell me that you lots have an important test today that you will not want to miss."

Fatima groaned, she didn't want to miss the test and told Hayaat to make sure she is present when it happens. Her neck and shoulder is now stiff and it will probably take so many hours to get everything back as it was or even a visit to the spa later in the day. For now, she needs to go out there and rock those papers. Albeit not serious, she will not want her exams or tests to be her father's money, she wants her own hard-work written there for her to prove it someday.

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier? The test should be in thirty minutes and that won't be nearly enough." Fatima staggered off the swing and made her way out of the balcony to her room, her eyes closed to keep the sunlight from hurting them.

She heard Uwani's footsteps following behind her, she didn't wait for the woman's comment and instead made it to the bathroom for a hot quick bath. The fastest bath she's ever had.

Just because she has thirty minutes doesn't mean she won't do her makeup, she sat at the vanity and shuffle through the items with the swiftness of a professional makeup artist. And that only took ten more minutes then she got dressed in wine paneled skirt and taffy notch collar shirt that fitted her toned stomach. Her fingers combed through a taffy crinkled cotton veil and she made a turban.

"You are good to go. You can have your breakfast while going to school." Uwani beamed, walking side by side together out of the room to the main mansion where other maids are bustling over like their heads are about to be cut off and she knows when and why the household is like that.

"I'm not going to take the driver today, Uwani, he will slow me down so the breakfast will come after the test even though I'm awfully hungry." Fatima adjusted her Oakley metro sunglasses that sat well on the bridge of her nose. Those shades don't sit well with everyone neither does it fit just any person but she pulled it off.

Her father, Alhaji Musa Babagana is coming back home.

Her chest felt light, excitement surged through her veins because it's been more than six months since they've last seen him. He is abroad doing his business like usual and he only answered her call twice while she calls him a lot but he seems too busy to answer them, like his secretary had said. It should hurt her that her father hardly talks to her but talks to his wife and half siblings but she is sated. He was busy building their future and it is not easy.

"Ah, alright then." Uwani was not certain, she hates it whenever Fatima says she wants to drive herself, it doesn't end up well most of the times.

Fatima wanted to just keep walking out of the house but her curiosity piqued. "Dad is coming back today?"

Uwani was not too excited nor enthusiastic when she gave the reply. "Yes, Alhaji is coming back tonight."

She did not reply to that and just left the house to her pink G-wagon. Uwani placed her food safely at the passenger's side, Fatima gave a grateful smile and pulled out of the garage and hit the road. The car blasting with Hood Girl by Chris Brown, she jammed after the song while moving her head from side to side. One look at the clock, she turned the gear and started rushing down the path of the well coal tarred road courtesy her father.

She likes finishing her exams before anyone does. It makes her proud of her own work knowing she did everything right and left before anyone else which is the reason behind her going early to school, had it not been for that, she would've gone there late and will still write it. She likes the look of astonishment, jealousy and amazement in the eyes of her other course mates. It makes her look more superior than she is already.

Everyone in her class knows she is intelligent which is something they don't want to believe because they want to make certain that Allah doesn't gift one person with every blessing, but who are they to want otherwise? And did she have everything? She certainly does not because she has a long list of many unanswered prayers. First, she wants her father's attention and second, she needs her hair to grow longer. The list goes on.

She didn't notice the traffic light had yawed red five seconds before she's arrived and just swerved her way to the u-turn only to hear the sounds of screeching tire, pounding heartbeat, so many cars honking, brakes grinding, the screech of metal along a barricade. She stood still, not moving her car or trying to look at what she's just done, the horns keep blasting through her head like damn alarm clock that won't just stop ringing in the morning.

With panicked fast breaths, Fatima raise her head up and stared around her for something or someone, just anything. All she saw was a police car at the side of the road and one in front of her, nothing else. Furrowed brows and waiting for the worst, she halted and everything cessations. A police man trudged to where she is with his other companions , their eyes freezing and cold. That did not bother her, she wants to know whether anyone is hurt or not.

In most cases, there are always police officers around when you are at fault but when someone is, you hardly will ever see them flaunting themselves around. Stingy corrupt officers they are.

One of them knocked on her window, gesturing that she comes out of the car. Fatima only rolled down the window and raise a brow, not even removing the shades shielding her frightened and alarmed eyes. She can't afford looking weak in front of these inferiors neither would she allow them to see her like that. They'd think she is just anyone and try rough play, she won't tend to it.

"You need to come down, Ma'am." His voice is gruff and rough, moustache quiet disoriented and not so good looking on his taut square face.

"Why must I come down? We can solve everything right now. How much do you want?" She raise a brow, removing her chequebook from the car's compartment willing to write down any amount and leave as soon as possible.

She is not supposed of get in trouble when her father is coming back home, that shouldn't happen at all.

One of the men looked around and then at the policemen with them, as if wanting to take the case from them before they ruin their chance of having good dinner with their girlfriends in some expensive restaurant later in the evening than giving it to their wives for diapers and more milk. One of them is already calculating his list of problems in his head, running down to fifty thousand.

"Ma'am, we are in the middle of the road, park there." One of them suggested, not so kindly but not in a rude manner either, somewhere along professional and businesslike. He doesn't want to look like a greedy corrupted bastard when he is one.

Fatima gave a rueful sigh but did as they say, anything to not get into something bad today for her daddy to condemn and complain about. There are people around the other car, no one injured but the car is ruined. She is surprised no one from there came to demand why she was not obeying the rules or money for the damage. This is Nigeria, they do not have the patience for that so it is only a matter of time.

"Where are your papers, Ma'am?" The first man inquired, his eyes squinted on her face as if trying to see where and why she looks familiar.

She didn't remove her sunglasses, she will not. "I don't have them here with me, Sir. Just tell me the amount for the trouble and the damage for the other car, I need to be in school." Her tone is laced with hefty and surfeit impatience she didn't try concealing. She is used to getting her way with a few thousands.

"Five hundred-" The one thinking about dinner and date with a new girlfriend was interrupted by the sight of a high ranked officer coming their way who he instantly recognise as ACP Al-Hafiz dressed in his uniform to perfection. His clothes well pressed and suited his tall, high-up-muscular body. "...you need to come with us to the station, Ma'am." He swallowed as he changed the direction of his words.

Flummoxed and bemused, Fatima shoot her head up in search of the person who's changed the man's mind with his mere presence only to come up with her worst enemy. She knew she was done for, he won't let her slip through this no matter how much she tries. No amount of money could buy this guy and not after what she's done to him yesterday.

"To the station." The sergeant in front of him instructed the other corrupted officers -she would've fallen for- in a curt voice as his master.

Pray for meeeee please! I'm writing exams😩