"Hello. It's me"

Jannah heard the voice she had been hearing for days say by her door and just like always she ignored it still not raising her head from her pillow.

"I was wondering if after these days you'd like to meet"

The corners of her lip tilt up slightly as she shook her head and covered her face with her quilt hoping he'll stop. Though this has been happening everyday for the past five days so deep down she knows he won't stop till he gets to the end.

"To go over, everything"

She still kept quiet pretending as if she isn't hearing him though they both know she is.

"They say time supposed to heal you, but you ain't done much healing"

She groaned silently face palming herself. Doesn't he get that she just wants to be alone?

"Hello. Can you hear me?" he said in a way that sounded like hymn which is way off key from the real song but the guy sang as if he's correct. "I'm just tired of house dreaming about who we used to be when we were younger, and free. I've forgotten how it felt before you shut me out last week. There's such a difference, between us and a million miles"

"Oh God" she muttered from the lyrics he changed and knowing what's going to come next. She sat up on her bed and waited for the inevitable.

"HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!!!"

"My God" she muttered wincing slightly at how loud he is. She stood up and strutted towards the door to stop him before he damages her eardrums.

"I MUST'VE KNOCKED A THOUSAND TIMES!!"

"Stop!" she opened the door to see Kamal singing his heart out with his arm raised as he shouts, or in his words, 'sing'.

"To tell you I'm sorry"

"Enough please!" she held out her hand gesturing for him to stop while trying to hide the smile on her face.

Now what will a normal person do in this situation? Probably to wait for her to invite him inside right? Well, Kamal isn't normal as he just side stepped her and walked in leaving her gaping by the door. She turned around and scoffed, "Well come in please" she stated sarcastically.

"Why thank you" he replied not turning to look at her. He sat on her bed stretching his legs on it while he leaned on the headboard with his hands folded behind.

She rolled her eyes and closed the door before walking towards the bed too. She pushed his legs out of the way and sat whilst glaring at him, "What was that?"

"What was what?" he asked closing his eyes after playfully glowering at her.

"What were you doing outside by the door?"

"Singing, duh!"

"You call that singing?" she laughed so much that she clutched her belly, "Dude you're the worst singer of all time" that wasn't exactly true. The guy has a good voice frankly speaking but she has to say that to tease him a bit.

He hummed not believing her, "That's what you said" he murmured, "Since it finally got you open the door then it must be good. I think my lyrics moved you"

"Adele will kill you for that. What you did is called song abuse" she said making him sit up.

He leaned towards her slightly, "Sweetheart, she'll thank me for making her song so much better"

She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything about it. She waited for him to ask her how is she and how she's been holding up. As much as she hates those questions she knew he was going to ask her but what she didn't know is that Kamal knows asking her that will only dampen her mood and he's not here to do that; he's here to cheer her up.

"Why are you here?" she asked not looking at him.

"Get dressed, we're going shopping" that so wasn't what she was expecting him to say so he took her off guard. But she was happy for the change of topic.

"Shopping? So jobless you finally earned some money" she laughed when he glared at her.

"Idiot dress up will you? You reek" he scrunches his node up in distaste making her gasp.

"For your information fish head I already showered"

"Yeah when you don't smell like it" he stood up fanning himself as if to get rid of her nonexistent stench. He closed his nose, "Shower, and dress up. I'll be waiting for you downstairs" he didn't give her room to argue as he walked out.

~*~

GOMBE, NIGERIA.

Suhad and his father walk around the stable each holding straps of their stallions. As they walk around, each person stops to greet them to which they respond with smiles and a nod of acknowledgement. Suhad couldn't deny the fact that no matter how hard he will try, the people of the palace can never love him as much as his father; not that it's a bad thing really. It's just the relationship his father share with them is unlike any other.

"Mai martaba I think it's about time we go back to the palace, you shouldn't be out for too long as the doctor said" Suhad said with concern lacing his words.

His father waved it off, "Exercise is good for me" he said s they continued their stroll, "But something is bothering me"

"What is bothering you?" Suhad asked turning around to see his father's aged face. The man has aged rapidly since the last time he saw him. Because of how his family is at times he only gets to see his father not more than five times a year because things are that complicated. So, everything he is with him he treasures it as much as he can.

"I'm aging and neither of eldest sons is preparing to take over the throne" His father said looking ahead as he is aware of his son's gaze on him.

Suhad sighed, "That doesn't matter"

"Oh but it does" His father cuts him before he can say anything further. He turned to look at his son whom already has his gaze on him, "Are you both delaying because of the condition I set?"

Suhad looked down, "It's not" he didn't know how to tell his father that he doesn't want the throne. His brother can take it and he won't have any problem with that.

His father hummed not really believing him, "I only said that whoever is to take my throne must be married in order to do so because then you'll know what sort of responsibilities lies on your shoulder"

Suhad kept mum.

"Alamin" his father's voice came making him look up, "Or is this about your mother's condition?" Suhad's silence that followed afterwards gave him his answer, "I see" he mutters.

The King called one of the workers there and handed him the strap to his horse while Suhad does the same to another knowing that their time is over. They quietly went back towards their car.

"See me later with your brother" The King said as a guard opened his car.

Suhad looked at him perplexed, he knew none of his brothers is here as they are all in God knows where. Deen is probably in Bauchi with his wife while Jameel might be in America as that's where he stays alone.

"Jameel came back last night" His father said noting the confused look on his son's face probably not knowing that his brother is back.

Suhad nodded in understanding and watched his father enter his car. He stood there and watched the car door close before he walked towards his car, a Land Cruiser and get in the back as the driver followed after the King's car driving back to the palace.

On arriving back home, Suhad asked in Jameel is in the palace but was told that the Prince went out earlier. So, he gave the person their father's order before walking to his room whilst avoiding the crowd as usual.

He locked his room door this time leaving the key in to avoid another episode with Jakadiya, he didn't want to interrupted by anyone at the moment; he needed his peace. As he walked pass the corridor and into the room, he saw a tray that had a food warmer on and a pitcher. Beside it are his pills along with a glass of sparkling water. He smiled knowing that this is all Jakadiya's doing. He removed his wrist watch first before taking the pills which he took with the water and then opened the food warmer only to see dambun zogale; one of his all time favorite. The pitcher is filled with zobo, (hibiscus drink).

He ate all the food up before putting the plate away. He walked back to his bed and sat down pulling out his phone. As the screen came to life, a picture of Jannah he got from Fatimah's phone showed as it is his wallpaper. He smiled and swiped the phone open. He contemplated on calling her or not. Kamal told him that she has locked herself in her room for days ever since what happened and he wanted to fly back to Abuja at the moment but couldn't; he had his own sick dad to take care of.

Deciding against calling her, he silently groan and threw the phone on his bed knowing that he has nothing to say if he calls her. Besides, he can't be sure that she will even pick up the phone.

He opened his bedside cabinet and pulled out a notepad and a pen. He wrote his feelings down as always since he can't express it at the moment. Sometimes, he has a hard time expressing himself so he prefers to write everything down.

Time passed that way and before he knew it, he's strolling to his father's room later in the day as summoned. He knocked on the door before walking in when he heard him say 'come in'.

He met Jameel in there already with his father. He sat next to Jameel whom's sitting on the carpet and the two exchanged pleasantries with their father adding in his comments here in there. In the end, all three men we're laughing. Unlike their mothers, Queen Saeemah and Malika whom can't stand each other's presence, Jameel and Suhad are pretty much very close. And despite the fact that Suhad is only a a day older than Jameel and his twin sister Jameelah, they two still give him much respect as their elder brother.

"You two must be wondering why I called you here" Their father said after a while.

The two nodded.

"You both know I'm critically sick and this time I might just not make it" he started making both men look down. They wish they could say they're that worried but they aren't because each time the old man is sick, even if it's with a slight headache he always calls them to give his 'farewell speech' as he calls it so they are used to it by now. "I need one of you to step in when I pass away. And just like I've told you earlier Suhad I made that rule about whoever is to take the throne after me must be married so that you'll learn responsibilities as a man. Now you Suhad," he turned to Suhad whom looked up.

"Forget about your mother's conditions, you are the one to live with your wife not her so do not make a decision on who you want to marry based on what she wants. You know how your mother is. If there's any girl you like, let me know, I will personally go and ask for her hand in marriage for you" he concluded making Suhad smile a bit already having a girl in his mind but not voicing it out. His father caught the sight of the smile on his face's son and a smile made it's way on his face knowing that soon they'll have a wedding in the family.

"And you Jameel," he turned to Jameel whom didn't look up, "Same thing applies to you. You both know all I want is to see my two sons happily married to the women of their choice. And if there's any problem, please, do let me know"

"In Shaa Allah Mai Martaba" the two answered simultaneously.

"Yawwa, Allah muku albarka" and with that he continued his long speech.

~*~

"Honey" Jameel said as he walked into the hotel room he had been in before he went home to answer his father's summon. He didn't want to leave but when the old man calls he has to go without questions.

The place was oddly quiet and as he walked further in he wondered where she is at when he saw that she wasn't in the living room. He settled on the couch knowing that she will be out soon; she might just be powdering her nose.

Soon enough she walked out or more like stormed out revealing the woman from the hospital the other day. The very same woman that was on the call with big boss is now here with Jameel, Suhad's brother. She had her long half blonde hair into a high ponytail and has on a loose long sleeve crop top and black high waist denim that stopped a few inches from her knee. Her six inch boots clanks as she stormed in.

He raised his head up and watched her in apprehension, "What's wrong?" he asked seeing the grim look on her face.

She threw the papers he didn't notice were in her hands on the center table. The papers scattered on the glass table, most of them in front of him.

"We're broke! That's what's wrong" she half yelled glaring at him her thick British accent distinct.

"What?" he picked up the papers not really understanding what she meant, "What do you mean we're broke" he understood what she meant but what he didn't understand is how are they broke?

"I tried to withdraw some money but there was nothing in there! We have no money Jameel, nothing!"

Jameel shook his head as he read the papers that clearly stated that they have no money. He was sure they have a lot of money but how can they all disappear at once. He dropped the papers and massaged his temples trying to figure out what to do.

"Jameel I really can't live like this! First you hid me from your family and now we have no money?" She said with a fake whine which he passed as the real one.

He looked up instantly, "What do you mean Sarah?" he asked watching her.

She sighed and looked away with fake tears welling up in her eyes, "I can't live like this Jameel" she points around the apartment then the papers, "Why won't you just introduce me to your family, I am your wife"

Jameel sighed closing his eyes momentarily. He stood up and walked towards her holding her hands in his, "Hun, I've already told you how my family is. They will have a hard time accepting you"

"Why? Because I'm not one of you? Because I'm not a Nigerian?" she sounded as if she's genuinely hurt and he fell for it easily.

He solemnly nodded making her look away. He used his fingers to hold her chin and make her look at him, "It doesn't matter since we're already married, and you know I love you"

She nodded sarcastically, "It doesn't matter you say, so when do you plan on introducing me to them?" he kept quiet, "And the money?" she raised a brow.

"I'll find a way to get us money, you don't have to worry about that" he said sounding tired. He just wants to rest from this entire dram.

"I don't see why you won't just ask money from Suhad, I mean-----"

"No! I'm not taking money from my brother I told you that before already" he cuts her off before she can go further.

"Why not?" she asked stubbornly.

"Because he has too much on his place already and that is his hard earned money" he said hoping she'll understand where he's coming from. Sure he might have done some wrong things in his life but he can never get Suhad involved in it. He respects his brother too much to do that to him. "I'll find a way out of this okay" he said lowly not wanting to raise his voice at her; also, wanting to end this conversation.

She pursued her lips but nodded anyways.

He smiled slightly and pecked her forehead as she is the same height as he is as Sarah is remarkably tall too. "I'll just go and shower, cook something for me"

"Okay" she murmured as she watched him walk inside their room and disappear in it.

Once she heard the sound of running shower, she quickly went to the apartment's kitchen pulling her phone out in the process. She placed it by her ear and looked at the room's direction as the person on the other end picked it up, "I've sent you the money, I'll send you more when I get my hands on more. That five million should suffice for now"

"Yeah it would" Came Big boss's voice, "Good job"

She smirked.

~*~

So....well...I'm out of words seff.

Sarah is a snitch bitch honestly and that big boss is just...urgh!

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Question of the day, what's your favorite song?

Love, Jannah.