CHAPTER V

                                    

                                          

The room was quiet like a graveyard, no one wants to be the giver of bad news though we all know too well that there must be someone who will happily answer such a question in a situation like this. Mansir is seriously enjoying this moment. He cleared his throat like someone who was about to tell a long story.
" Dear sister " he walks to her side and put his left hand around her shoulder 
" what is it you guys aren't telling me, don't tell me Ya Sadiq is dead, please don't" she pleaded almost on the verge of tears.
Hajiya Maimuna and Mansir wished he had died, it would have been better. As they are the only people who hate Sadiq to the extent that if they were given poison to put in his food they would. 
" Well, unfortunately, he isn't dead"
" then where is he? God, you guys should just go straight to the point, I'm not a little girl anymore " she was frustrated already with their silence.
"Well, our prodigal brother left home. He disowned us as his family. He doesn't even care for you that he didn't even think twice before leaving this house. Who knows where he might be, it doesn't concern us and you either. it's a choice he made on his own, dear sister "
" I don't believe you " she look at each one of them as if they were lying 
" I don't believe what you just said. He would never leave just like that. One thing I know about ya sadiq is that he values his family even if he wasn't treated like one. I know you guys did something to him__
" SHUT UP! stupid girl. So what you meant was we, your parents are lying ba? you don't even have respect for us again. " Hajiya Maimuna angrily said, she then turn to look at her husband " you see what I've been telling you Alhaji, that prodigal son of yours is a bad influence on my daughter. See how she is insulting us and if I talk now, you will say I talk too much."
She then looked at her daughter " and you, don't think because you studied abroad now gives you the right to talk to your parents anyhow. Because I won't let you, zaci qaniyar ki (I will deal with you). And lastly, if I find out that you went looking for him, then classify yourself as disowned. That moment, I will never consider you my daughter " that being said, hajiya Maimuna left the living room to her room.
Badiyya couldn't believe what her mum had just uttered. She was speechless to the core. Why is mum so harsh and wicked
She turns to look at her dad and he turns to the other side, " even you dad? "betrayer 
" Dear, your mum has said it all so please just stand by it"  she now wonders if her mum is using some kind of charm to control her dad because of how he now supports any decision she made. He wasn't like that before. 
She turns to the last person, Mansir. He just shrugged at her, indicating that she should also stick to their mum's warning. 
" I can't believe how wicked all of you have become, I just can't " she ran to her room in tears
Alhaji Ringim cast his head down in shame. What kind of father am I? How come I've changed over the years? Maybe it sign of old age that is beginning to hit me, he had thought. 
A very happy Mansir, without care, whistles as he marched to his room. To him, what just happened calls for celebration and he sure will celebrate it.
He took his phone from his nightstand and dial the number of this particular person that always fill in his pleasure 
" Hello honey" the lady's sugary voice came through 
" meet me at hotel Seventeen "
" I'll be there in a minute love, I'm always available for you. "