~Barcelona, Spain~

"I'm sorry"

Jannah huffed lowly. She didn't mean it in a rude way. That was just the only thing she could get out at the moment. She couldn't open her lips to speak because she does not trust her voice. She had cried enough for the days she had been there, her eyes are red and puffy.

"We really didn't want to give you two up" Maria spoke, her voice shaky. She couldn't bear seeing her only daughter crying. Clearly, the girl had enough problems bottled up in her that the minute she saw her birth mother, she let them all out.

It had been the same circle ever since. Cry, sleep, pray, eat, then cry again.

She had finally decided to stop crying and face the truth. Hence, the conversation in place.

"You still did" Jannah muttered. She couldn't even find it in her to be rude, how could she? Her voice simply sounded broken.

Maria gulped, then looked down at her hands, letting the tears fall. Her husband placed his hand over hers, his gaze fixated on their daughter. "It was an extremely difficult decision for your mother, for both of us. But we couldn't put you in danger too. No parents want to be separated away from their children"

"Does he know?"

They both nodded.

"So he has been in touch with you two?"

Maria shook her head, "No. he refused to do so"

Jannah blinked back the tears. She didn't want to cry anymore. She couldn't find it in her to do so. However, after everything she had found out, she didn't know what to believe and what not to believe anymore. Her whole life has been a lie. She blew out a shaky breath, then fiddled with her fingers. "I can't believe everyone kept this a secret from me, especially him"

Her father sighed. "Jannah, we all have a reason for doing what we did. Especially your brother, Kamal. He kept the secret away from you for a reason"

~*~

~Antananarivo, Madagascar~

"Situation?"

"The police are offering maximum cooperation just as requested, all their squads are in place. The Interpol have arrived and are on their way there right now" One of Kamal's squad mates reported.

Kamal nodded. He knew that Jabeer is an international criminal now because of the things he had been doing since he left Nigeria, but he didn't expect the Interpol to arrive this quick. "Surveillance analysis?"

"He caught a whiff of our activity. He has cars prepared to fled"

"He can't get far though" Another squad mate stated, "He's on the travel ban list so wherever he goes, he'll be within the country so we can get him"

Kamal placed his hand on the table between them all. On the table lay their plans along with the letter Saheeb gave Bilkisu to give him on it. It held the names of all possible places Jabeer could run off to in the country, if he escapes them that is. He tightened his hold around it, eyes looking at the list with brows drawn in, "We can't let him escape the place he is in currently. If he does, it'll be hard for us to get him again with this kind of opportunity"

"So I should ask them to raid him, now?"

Kamal nodded, "Yes. He will try to escape only when the place becomes chaotic, so that the attention won't be on him but the chaos surrounding him. That's when we will strike. We have to catch him today no matter what. Jabeer won't escape from our clutches ever again"

They all nodded in understanding. It made Kamal release as sigh of relief. He wanted to get this finally over and done with so he could return to his family, his real family.

And after he return to them, he'll return to his woman. He won't risk the chance of her getting his head for not returning back alive. He fears that woman more than he fears Jabeer and his people.

Women can be scary. An angry woman is someone he does not want to face. Especially not an angry Bilkisu.

He made a promise to come to them all. And it's a promise he will keep in shaa Allah.

~*~

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

"Here"

Fatimah looked up to see the owner of the outstretched hand which held a handkerchief. She collected the handkerchief and looked away, sniffing back her tears while he sat beside her, keeping a reasonable distance between them. She sniffed again, and wiped the tears. "What are you doing here?" She glanced at him, eyes still red from the tears she had been shedding.

He stared at her for a brief second, face stoic, "To tell you how ugly you look when you cry" He stated seriously.

Fatimah chuckled, then scoffed. "Classic Aahil" She muttered, wiping the tears that she tried to blink back. "Don't you know how to comfort a person?" She turned around to look at her best friend, then rose a brow.

He smiled, then shook his head. "I can't lie now. You look ugly when you cry"

"Ohh" She nodded, "So I look pretty when I don't cry?" She rose a brow.

Aahil's face contorted into that of repulse. "You wish"

She scoffed and looked away, a small smile forming on her lips. She had known him long enough to know that whatever he says to her is to make her feel better. So, she never takes it to heart. She sighed, then looked down.

"Why are you crying?" He asked, after a couple of minutes filled with silence. He's glad she had stopped crying, that was all he ever wanted. He knew the reason she's crying, he just wanted to see whether she'll tell him the truth or not.

She shrugged, "I just..." She exhaled lowly, "It's so sad what's happening to Bhai and Jannah"

He hummed, nodding his head slowly. "So you're not crying because of that guy, Kamal?"

She swiveled her head around to look at him, eyes slightly widened.

He rose a brow, "What? Isn't it because of him?" It's only natural he knows about Kamal since she tells him almost everything. They are that close.

Fatimah muttered something incoherent under her breath and looked away. She didn't want to admit that he's right. Sure enough, she didn't just cry because of her brother and sister in law. She is worried sick about Kamal. Who knows what would happen to him during his mission to catch Jabeer?

Aahil didn't ask her what she muttered. Knowing her, she won't tell him no matter what he says or does. "Why do you have a crush on him?"

She simply shrugged. "I don't know" She muttered, leaning back on the chair with shoulders sunken, "I ask myself that too all the time"

Aahil scoffed, then shook his head. He crossed his arms, "You always have the worst choice when it comes to men" He muttered, looking away.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me" He glanced at her, then scoffed.

Fatimah's brows furrowed. "What's up with you? Do you hate him or something?"

"Nope" He shook his head, "He's a great guy" He wasn't being sarcastic, he's being honest. Kamal is a great guy, so why does she have to crush on him? He's too great. Why not crush on someone uglier? Someone with a terrible attitude? Someone that can't meet up to his level?

Fatimah opened her mouth to say something, then decided against it. She won't get anything from him even if she asks. It's better to just ignore him. "You know what?" She spoke up after a while.

"What?"

"I'm done crushing on him"

Aahil stared at her as if she has grown two heads. "That's the same thing you said the last two times and guess where we are right now"

Fatimah playfully glared at him. "I'm serious this time! I'm over him"

"Good for you" He knows she isn't over the guy. She says that all the time yet they always get back to square one. The 'I'm over him' statement is something he has heard countless times before from her. He doesn't get why she won't crush on normal people who like her.

Does she have to be so clueless?

She stared at him unwaveringly, not uttering or saying a word.

Aahil reached out to pick the water bottle he brought along with him. He then popped the cap open, "What?" He asked, before bringing the bottle to his lips and taking a sip from it.

Fatimah hummed, "Should I just marry you? You're single anyways"

Aahil chocked on the water, hastily keeping it aside. He coughed, turning away from her.

"I mean think about it, at this rate I'll just die single. Actually, both of us will die single since you do not plan on getting in a relationship any time soon so let's help each other out" She rambled on.

When he calmed down, he stared at her horrified, "Did you hit your head somewhere?"

Fatimah frowned, "No"

"Did you start drinking something then? Or smoking weed? Precisely, dry weed?" He rose a brow. He was sure that something has to be affecting Fatimah mentally to say that. Or maybe she's possessed.

"Of course not"

Aahil shook his head, "You should really see a doctor. I think all that crying and stress gave you a fever and a small mental problem like that..."

"Aahil!"

"What?" He chuckled, "I'm just trying to help you now. I think you've been possessed"

"You know what? Forget I ever said anything" She stood up, scoffed, and stormed away. Why does he have to act like that? She's only coming up with a suggestion to help them both since as she believes, they'll both die single. Their parents might as well give them away at the Masjid as sadaqah soon enough since no one will marry them.

Aahil simply chuckled, letting her walk away. At least he knew he made her feel better. He knew Fatimah, she's just rambling stuff without thinking about it. Yet, a part of him wished that she was being serious.

He sighed.

~*~

"Anything yet?" Suhad asked, immediately Prince stepped into his hospital room.

Prince shook his head, "Nothing yet. Even the headquarters aren't telling me anything. All they say is that Kamal and the others are executing the plan as we're speaking right now" He sighed, and made his way over to an empty chair beside the bed.

Mamita had finally left to go home and get some rest after Suhad pleaded with her and convinced her that he's alright now. He wasn't lying, he does feel much better since he's taking his medications. He is as better as he could get at the moment. The only way for him to feel completely okay though would be if his wife is there.

But she isn't. And that saddened him greatly.

To say he's shocked when he found out that they are related would be an understatement. Yet, that made him feel a little bit better.

"You okay man?" Prince spoke up, seeing as his friend had zoned out.

Suhad blinked, snapping away from the memory trance. Sighing, he shook his head. "No I'm not. I'm worried about her"

"And about what Mamita said, right?"

Suhad nodded. "I already told her, I can't ever get better without her"

"So what do you plan to do now, when you get better that is?"

"I'll go bring my wife back" Suhad stated as if it's the most obvious thing ever.

"What if she doesn't want that?" Prince had spoken to Daihaah, and from what she had told him, he doubts Jannah would ever want to come back. The place holds so much bad memory for her.

"Then we'll talk and figure something out" Suhad knew that's what they are lacking, communication. That's why their relationship was never stable to begin with. So, that's why he made up his mind to go to her and talk the minute he gets the chance. He wouldn't give up on their relationship like that. They still have a long life to live together. They still need to live happily like other normal couples. They need to start a proper family together despite what everyone says about them. They'll figure a way out, together. As husband and wife.

Prince nodded, satisfied with Suhad's answer. "You should do that when we handle Jabeer's situation. Only then can everyone be safe"

Suhad nodded, blinking as his brows drawn in. "About him, do you believe what Sarah said?"

"About someone close to us working alongside him, maybe a sibling?"

"Yes"

Prince shrugged. "I don't know honestly. She knows him better than us all so I guess I kind of believe her. However, I just can't think of who amongst us could be helping him all this while"

Suhad parted his lips to say something when Prince phone rang. Prince pulled it out, then swipe the answer button when he saw who the caller is. "Hello"

"Mr. El Khabir" Came the voice of the man in charge of Jabeer's case from the headquarters where Kamal works.

"Yes"

"We have just received word about the raid"

Prince snapped his gaze to Suhad, eyes dilated slightly. "What's the situation?"

"Jabeer Waziri has successfully been caught. He's now in our hands"

Prince sighed out in relief, a grin taking over his features. "Alhamdullilah!"

"However..." The man continued.

Prince's grin fell. He could tell from the man's tone that something is wrong. "However what?" He asked, brows drawn in deeply as his forehead creased. His lips tugged into a deep frown.

"Agent Kamal Abudullah Wafiq is...."

~*~

Is what? Dead? Should we prepare a funeral?

Toh fa. I feel like a lot of people are planning to kill me right now.

Jabeer is caught though! Finally! After two books!

Or is he? Would he escape again?

Who is this person helping him?

Truth be told, I might not write the third book. Even if I would—which I highly doubt—it won't be now.

Anyways, should we prepare for Bilkisu's reaction to the news on Kamal?

And Suhad wants to fight for his love with his wife? Where are the Nigerian Assiciation of Awwing members? It's time to work!

Las las, everything is coming to an end. Three chapters to go.

Have a good day.

Love, Jannah.