Sa'eed places the slice of cake on the plate and opens the fridge to take a drink when he sees what looks like icing. He takes it and touches it. It feels like dough. Shrugging, he cuts a huge chunk of the dough like thingy and places it in the plate. He sees ginger drink in the fridge and pours some in a cup before sitting majestically to have his food.

Just as he cuts the dough like thingy using a fork, the door opens. He doesn't know who it is and he doesn't care. He places it in his mouth and chews. Divine! It's amazing. It's surely that stuff people cover cakes with. He knows that too much sugar would cause him diabetes but who's he kidding he hasn't had something sweet for almost two months now.

He cuts the milk dripping thingy and places it in his mouth, it tastes like brownies. And what's that he's tasting in the brownies? Chocolate chips! He needs to give it to the person who made all these stuff. A scream brings him out of his sweet fantasy.

"Ya Sa'eed! What are you doing here?" Amal asks before she notices her beautiful delicacies.

"Innalillahi! Why are you taking those? Are they yours? Ya Ilahi I'm done with you." Amal huffs and goes upstairs.

Fatima rushes to Sa'eed. He opens his hands thinking she wants a hug when she screams then starts hitting him on his back with her hand bag.

"How."

Smack

"Could you."

Smack

"Do that."

Smack

"To."

Smack

"Halli."

Smack.

She continues to beat him while asking him questions, not even giving him room to answer. After about an hour, he holds her hands and she slumps.

"Hey calm down. Let me tell you everything." Fatima scoffs.

"Everything yaci kuluwarsa a wajan. You want to tell me everything huh? So what's this everything of yours? Does it include you inviting your useless whore of a secondary school classmate to your house to live with you, two months after your wedding? Or does it involve you telling that crazy idiot that your wife is smelling? Oh, I think it has something to do with you beating your wife and turning her to a maid in her own house not upto six months after her wedding. And whose maid? I think I know the answer, Aleesha's.

"Does your so called 'everything' includes you making our mother slip into coma? Maybe it includes you joining hands with your friend to kidnap your wife. Oh, and did I mention that it includes you raping your own wife despite knowing her situation?" Fatima glares at him and Sa'eed closes his gaping mouth.

"So I guess you know everything." Sa'eed lowers his head and guiltily sits on the stool.

"No, I don't. Ai I just finished describing Ikeja main road to you." She hisses.

"Okay. I'm sorry." Just as he's about to speak, Fatima cuts him off.

"You're sorry? And you think everyone is as stupid as you are to think sorry can solve everything. That girl had freaking stiches in her private part! Why the heck would she need stitches if not for some insulated raccoon that can't control his sexual urges, raping her like the animal he is." Fatima seethes. She knows she's going overboard with all the insults and everything but he deserves it, he deserves every single one of it.

"Fatima mind your language. I'm your elder brother and you need to respect me." Sa'eed deadpans.

"See who's talking about respect. Did you know that there was something called respect when you ignored the fact that your wife doesn't like Aleesha? Look, I'm done with you right now. Don't ever talk about respect to me. You were once my second role model but right now, I'd rather lick the floor of a Nigerian public bathroom than to respect you. Now if you'll excuse me, some of us have mothers who we didn't attempt to murder in cold blood who are still in the hospital that we need to go see." Fatima hisses and without even climbing the stairs, shouts Amal's name who in turn comes downstairs.

"Please take me away from this beast. I need to see Ammi." Amal nods and they both walk out.

All the while Sa'eed has been looking at Fatima not being able to stop her from insulting him because every single thing she said is true. She didn't sugar coat or anything. Without thinking twice, he rushes out and calls the driver's name. The driver comes out.

"Take me to the hospital where Ammi is." And they drive off to the hospital.

Lash has been lazying around since Zulqa dropped her yesterday. They've been able to sort things out and he promised her today, he will introduce her to his family as his wife to be. It's just 11am so she might as well laze around till 12pm which is when Zulqa is coming to take her to his parent's house.

She stands up and takes a long relaxing bath then wrestles into a simple green and baby pink atamfa that is sewn into a fish skirt and blouse. She's getting fat and she doesn't like it, thank God she's cutting down on her junk intake if not she might possibly look like the largest bag of rice before she even gets married.

She ties her head gear into a pleated V-shaped style. Silver tear drop earrings adorn her ears and a simple diamond encrusted ring sits proudly on her left middle finger. She adds a plane green cotton veil and slips on silver flats. She adds a silver hand bag which she arranges all things she consider necessary and she's ready.

Just as she picks her phone, planning on calling Zulqa, he calls her.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am." Lash dashes downstairs and locks the main door to the house after making sure the kitchen door is locked from the inside.

"Okay, I'm waiting in front of your house." Lash mutters an okay and goes outside before using a padlock to secure the gate. She slips the key into her bag and walks to Zulqa's car.