Chapter 2 - Ahmad

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"Thank you" He said and drove off.

As soon as I knocked on the gate, Mubarak shouted at me. "Who are you? Leave here before I shoot you"

I smiled, he was really a funny watchman. "It's me" I said. I didn't need to tell him my name, he knew my voice.

He quickly opened the gate. "Oga, good morning sir" He said with a bow of respect.

"Morning," I handed him my briefcase. "Is Naziha okay, hope she's safe?" I wrinkled my brows.

"Yes sir" he said closing the gate as soon as I stepped in. "Madam is fine, sir" He added.

"Good!" I smiled walking straight into the flat with him trailing me. Normally, every morning, Naziha would water the flowers in the garden by herself. She honoured them because they were planted by her late mother. "Keep the briefcase on the couch, I will go and check on Naziha" I said to him as I swiftly walked to the back door which leads straight to the garden.

Naziha, while holding a sprinkling can kept singing her favourite song - Wait For Me - as she watered the flowers. I decided not to announce my presence but to pull a prank on her just like she did to me days back. I walked slowly to her and quickly hugged her from behind with a "Gotchaaa!"

She was freaked out, she started hitting me. I thought we were playing until she gave up and I could hear her sobbing. I dropped the joke aside and quickly turned her to look at me. "Naziha, is everything okay?" I asked her.

She shook her head in tears and turned to the flowers she was watering. "That black day," she sniffed and continued. "Mama called me that she wasn't feeling fine. I told her I would come take her to the hospital, I told her to wait for me but she said she could go alone. She never knew her death was calling, she would have waited for me..." she said sobbing.

That was my Naziha, she never would get tired of narrating that heart touching story to me. She was the last born of her mother, Hannatu and Nabil were her elder siblings. She lost her father when she was six years of age, and just a year into our marriage her mother died as well.

I gently embraced her as she kept narrating the story to me while I listened carefully, if I should ever intrude her she wouldn't stop crying. Sometimes, one needs to peacefully pour out whatever is in his mind in order to feel relief.

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Few hours later, I was in the kitchen helping Naziha in rearranging the utensils when a call bounced in. It was my father. I cleared my throat before swiping to receive the call. "Kai (hey) Ahmad, I am waiting for you in the new factory!" He said and quickly terminated the call. He didn't even wait for me to greet him.

That was actually weird, I didn't wait for a second thought before I took off for the factory after having informed Naziha. My car wasn't brought back yet, so I used Naziha's car. I parked the car adjacent a defunct forklift and stormed out. "Good day, sir" A security officer greeted me. I only nodded at him and walked straight into the factory. My father was in the Chief Engineer's office, he glared at me immediately I entered. The chief engineer didn't need to be told to excuse us, he kindly walked out after taking his bow.

I was about sitting down in one of the visitors' swivel chairs when my father gestured me not to sit down. "Don't you dare sit down, Ahmad!" He cautioned with his index finger angrily.

I gulped lowering my gaze. What could be wrong with this old man? I wondered fidgeting my fingers. 

"Look at you, so you even have the guts to cancel meeting with the labourers' executives? Kai wawa ne (are you stupid)?"

"I am sorry, dad. I don't have any op..." I didn't complete my words when a horrible slap landed on my face.

"Shege kawai, dan iska!" He insulted me as he hit the desk with his hand. "If not because Engineer Isah Bala was able to calm the rest of the labourers down they would have gone on strike. Do you even know the millions of naira we will loose if they embark on strike? Do you?"

I was already angry with him. First, he called me Shege (a bastard), and second he called me Dan iska (a bad boy). Meanwhile, what I did was the right thing on my own way. "Dad, I am tired of having table discussions with those people. You keep telling me to calm them down when in fact you know exactly what they want. Don't you know that those people also have families? You want them to work from morning to evening but you can't increase their wages!" I said not looking at him.

He disappointedly clapped thrice. "I don't blame you Ahmad, you just don't know anything about business. Is this how you will run this company while I am gone?" He heaved a sigh. "If you are to do whatever the labourers want then you will end up bankrupting" He said.

I wanted to add more to my previous explanation when he cut in.

"I learnt that Naziha is barren, I also learnt that she kept it a secret from you all these while, and I also learnt that you vowed to keep it a secret from me too" He said with a mischievous smile.

My heart began pounding vigorously, how on earth did he knew all that? Was someone spying on me all these while?

"You know the tradition of our family already, one wife!" He continued, laying emphasis on the one wife. "Is either you divorce her and marry a fertile woman that will give me heir, or I will disown you..."

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