FAIZA'S POV.

 Phone

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 Earpiece 

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Lip-gloss

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Purse

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ATM cards

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Cash 

Check 

Great, now ready to go. 

I quickly wore my pump heels then took a glance at the mirror for the hundredth time.

“Wow, Masha Allah irin wannan kyau in” I praised my self

I was dressed in a beige colored shirt tugged in black pants with a black purse and beige pump footwear 

Praise to be to Allah 

I know almost everyone is curious as to who I am, well here it is.

My name is faiza musa but everybody refer to me as nour. My father is the governor of the central bank of Nigeria—alhaji musa Abdullah while mummy—attorney hafsat aliyu a renowned attorney not only in Nigeria but also in other African countries. I took in the step foot of my mother as  I’m a graduate of Stanford university which is situated at united states where I obtained my JD degree ( doctor of jurisprudence) then came back to Nigeria for my bar exams and service which officially made me an attorney… ok maybe a lawyer. 

I am the fourth among five children and the only female.  Ya mukky is the first born, 32 of age and married with 3 kids—triplet to be precise—he is my favorite, then ya maaruf—ya rufi as I call him—30 of age and got married few month ago, ya Bashir 26 of age still a bachelor and lastly ya Khalid 23, nine month older than me.

With so being said, I never lack anything—literally anything—resulting in making me a little spoilt, ok  not so spoilt but I don’t lift a finger in that house, there are maids assigned for everything. I have a maid assigned to make my bed, another to fold my clothes, one for washing my toilet, another for washing my inner wears—so let’s just say I have more than 10 maids at my service.

However, that did not made me a complete brat. I remembered the first time I fixed my hair ya mukky cuts everything off, the attachment and my hair, it was not a nice scenario at all, but he remains my favorites as he spoils me more just do not push the wrong buttons. He was also the person to name me Noor, as I was his light. That in addition, his words not mine.

 I remembered the time when he changed my whole wardrobe—that I don’t dress according to my class—his saying not mine, to abaya, suits, sweats and tracksuits and very expensive super and laces worth thousands. Every clothe of my is from a designer

I never go out without one of daddy’s security on my trail, being the children of the governor of CBN and a renowned attorney our lives are all at risk, ya Bashir was once kidnapped demanding for a HUGE amount of money and urging my mom to back out of her pending case.

Let us not forget that I. AM. NOT. ALLOWED. TO. DATE. MEN. WITHOUT STATUS.

 Frustrating yeah, and of course it is ya mukky’s rule. I tried dating secretly but boy, he found out and froze my account and grounded me claiming that if the person is not up to our standard.

Moreover, I somewhat agreed.

Anyways, enough about me now 

I brought out my pone and took hundreds of picture. When I say hundred, I meant it.

I posted them on my instagram, twitter and pinterest and not to forget my streak mates, I do not play with my streaks at all. It was not up to a minute when my phone started buzzing with likes and comment notifications.

Finally, now let us get going 

I walked out of the room and headed downstairs 

“Mummy na fita (mummy I’m going out)” I informed, more like shouted walking down the stairs.

I found them all sitting in the main living room[sab1] . Mummy was reading a book—probably one of her history books—, daddy was holding a remote probably changing the channel to news, ya Khalid is typing away on his phone smiling hopelessly as if a lunatic who won a lottery and ya Bashir is sprawled on the sofa with the triplet on him. Probably cajoling him into buying those dolls.

“Good afternoon lovelies” I greeted

“Afternoon”

“Afternoon my dear”

Mummy and daddy greeted back. Of course, I should not expect a reply from the men at least not from ya Bashir. The person never answered my greetings he only nods, I am sure his mouth smells times for too much closure. Bring the air out man.

“You are leaving already?” mom asked not taking her eyes off the book. The way she said it as if she knew I was going out in the first place, but then she ought to understand, she has been there.

“Yes mummy”

“Where to” that was ya Bashir. Great, suddenly you are interested in knowing my whereabouts. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes because men he will not think twice before slapping my pretty face.

“I have a client waiting for me, something about buying a house” I added the second part knowing he will not be satisfied with the first.

“Aunty Noorie can I come with you, I promise I won’t be do karambani” one of the triplet said sitting beside ya Bashir and I am sure it is saddiqah, she is the chatter one among them while sadiya is the smarter and sakinah is the quite one but the fanciest. Ya mukky and Adda nafisa are obsessed with later S

“No saddiqah I am going to the office but get ready when I am back I will take you to aunty mama, ok?” 

“Yey” they all shouted excitedly 

“Kina diya lets go tell mummy” saddiqah ofcourse said. 

“Yes let us go and wear our princess gown with tiara” sadiya ofcourse

“Great mummy daddy Na tafi, ya Khalid ya bashir bye” 

“Bye princess” that’s daddy

“Bye daddy” with that I walked out of the house to the garage and into my ash BMW that I so much love. 

I heard the screeches of tire behind me knowing exactly it is my personal security made me groan annoyingly.

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I arrived my office few minutes before 1pm. The sun kissed my skin immediately I step out of my car. More like slapped. The security were hot on my tail making everyone around to pause and watch me, I won’t lie but I like the attention I’m getting

I met my client sitting on one of the waiting chair; he rose immediately he saw me.

“Good morning ma’am” he greeted

“Good morning, come in” I ushered him in to my office.

I urged him to sit on one of the visitors chairs after settling myself behind the desk. Shortly after, Aisha brought coffee for both of us. I specifically assigned her for that.

“So malam Isa, I have went through your file and seems you want to sell your house”

“Haka hajiya, for 70 million ba ragi” 

“Yes and I found a person who is willing to buy it at that price”

“Ah! Da wuri haka, toh Alhamdulillah, when will we do the formalities?”

I actually do not understand why he is so desperate to sell his house, really.

“I can make the papers ready within the week if you want,” I informed

“Ey haka ma yayi, I thought zan sha wahala ai” from the looks of it he is not good in English; I mean why mix Hausa and English.

“Alright, but I want to give you a piece of advice” 

He nods his head in approval

“Are you in desperate need of money?” I asked

“AA no hajiya kawai there’s nobody in the house ne” he replied

“Alright, as a lawyer I am advising you not to sell that house. I mean since you aren’t in desperate need of money why sell the house before you know it the money will finish, sell it if you are in need of money,” I advised

He shakes his head as if thinking about it

“But it is just a piece of advice; I can make the papers ready before the week ends”

“AA hajiya, how comes I did not think about it da nayi asara because my wives will depinately pinish it” great now F turns P

“You said there isn’t anyone in the house right,” I asked

“Ey haka”

“Why don’t you rent it out? I think that is more logical,” I again advised

“How comes I don’t think like you, ai dole yarana su Zama loya” 

Good lord

I sighed

“Hajiya thank you for this advice, it is good I came to you”

“Thank you but remember I am not forcing you, I can make the papers if you aren’t comfortable with renting it out”

“AA hajiya, I will not sell it haya ya fi” he said smiling as if a he won a lottery. Ok maybe he won a lottery

“Alright, if that’s the case then we are done here right” I really cannot wait for him to leave.

“Yes hakane” he said putting his hand in his pocket searching for something.

He removed one thousand naira bundle and started counting it. All this while I have not said anything just looking at him. He counted to ten thousand then removed it and said, “It is not much and I hope you won’t mind you have really helped me today da nayi ganganci” then kept in front of me.

Ok what the heck

“Sorry sir but I you don’t have to pay for the advice, I haven’t done any work,” I said 

“aa hajiya it is nothing just for thank you” 

“I am sorry sir but it is against my policy” 

“Toh Shikenan, may Allah reward you?” he said

“And I will make sure to inform you about my frogress” there goes the F, what is so hard in pronouncing P.

“Alright then”

He took back his money and rose still thanking me for the advice and something about how important lawyers that his children will go for either law or medicine.

“Finally” I sighed after he left even though I could still hear his voice biding the other people goodbye.

Great now what to do…

I removed my phone from my purse and called the person buying the house that the deal is no more. He was normal about it like he was not interested in the first place. Weird if I may say.

The sound of my ringing tone blasting brought me out of my thought.

*Adda Nafs* calling

Great now the triplet won’t let me rest

“Hey” I groaned 

“So you promised to take the girls out and you aren’t back yet” that was Adda nafisa

“Adda I am just closing, I would be there soon I promise”

“anty Noorie we a ready shinsh(since)” I am not sure who among the three said that because they all sound the same but one thing is for sure, they all can’t pronounce S hence the “shinsh”.

“I would be there soon, I promise,” I said hanging up and preparing to leave.

I walked out of the office just at the same time joseph my bodyguard and his team stood. Joseph and one I do not know his name took the lead first then three behind me leaving me in the middle, I am sure even the president’s children do not get this type of security.

Just when I was about entering my car, I heard a wail, like a woman crying. I followed the sound and saw a gathering, what is happening?

None of my colleagues is attending to her, some listened to her story then rise their hand like in surrender then walk pass her.

I went closer to know exactly what was happening.

“He raped my five year old please I want justice”

Good lord.

I am sure it is one of the pompous children of the politicians, definitely, that is why no one is attending to her.

“Emm excuse me, what is happening?” I asked even though I am a hundred percent sure, I have guessed right.

  “He raped my five year old, please help me”

“Who” I curiously asked.

“Jabir mamman jato” 

Bingo. I knew it was a politician’s son. Mamman jato is a commissioner I am not sure of what. Nevertheless, mamman jato has only one son and if I could remember clearly, the son is only fifteen I guess. A fifteen year old raped a five year old. What is the world turning into now?

“Innalilahi” I exclaimed

“Please don’t refuse to fight for my poor girls’ justice.”

Yes. He need to learn a lesson.  First mummy has to hear it.

“I will fight for you”

I heard few gasp from other lawyers then murmurings followed by.

“Thank you so much, ya Allah” she raised her hand in the air thanking Allah while crying.

“How about you come meet me tomorrow, my office is upstairs the last one by the left”

She shook her head unable to say a word. I can imagine what she is feeling.

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I arrived home by four and found the girls waiting for me outside.

Ya Allah

Well then, there is no need for going in when they are out already.

They rushed to my car and got in the back seat.

“Aunty Noorie good afternoon” they greeted.

“Afternoon” I groaned

The drive to mama’s house was smooth, with me listening to dandelions by Ruth and the triplet playing a game on their iPad. Mama is my friend or rather the triplet’s friend I am not sure. Her name is Maryam though.

We arrived in less than 20 minutes even though I was slow today, I cannot seem to get rid of the thought of that woman.

Fifteen year old raped a five year old. How. What did he know about sex to take such a step?

The triplets ran into the house ofcourse. I got in afterwards and met them greeting anty, mama’s mom.

One of the triplet was showing baba something on her iPad probably a game while the other two were with anty.

“Assalamu waalaikum” 

“Waalaikum salaam” they greeted back

“aa faiza kece” it was anty who asked, ofcourse it is me who else

“Ey good afternoon anty, baba”

“Afternoon faiza how is work” baba asked

“Work is fine Alhamdulillah I just came back”

“aa that’s great then”

After a session of greetings and answering silly obvious question, I finally went to mama’s room. The triplet got there before me.

“Mamas” I called jokingly, she hates the name with passion.

“How far, so finally you decided to bring my friends to me”

“Whatever” I said sitting on her sofa

“Hey have you read Fatima Abu-Bakr’s new update, I mean that chapter is on fire”

“No I have been super busy lately” 

“I like the girl and her books” she informed

“I chat with her on my instagram with my writers account but there is something off about her, I mean she is never online till midnight, if you have noticed even her updated are around 11 or 12 pm”

Mama nodded in agreement but shrugged it off and continued what she was doing with the triplet.

Fatima Abu-Bakr 

I truly do not understand her at all even though she is a fun person when it comes to humor. Something is off but whatever it is, I do not get it.

 
 [sab1]New idea