ADAMAWA STATE, NIGERIA.

Ahmad is angry beyond words at how Fatima easily dismissed him like some sleaze dog found in the streets to barking and begging for bone. The audacity and too much confidence she has in herself is making his head turn mushy. She is too confident, beyond her capacity. Maybe her average height is making her think she has everyone underneath her and that shoes with scarlet sole is also making her head swell. She just browbeat an innocent girl but damn, no one looks willing to testify against Fatima Musa Babagana.

His nostril flared, his already chiseled and carved chin rising higher, his eyes yaw frigid cold, teeth gnashed just to hide his annoyance. With that annoyance eating up his veins, he took three fast strides before he caught up with the Bella cat walking down the hallway and taking up attention to herself. His hand reach out again and before he knew it, he is already dragging a whining reluctant Fatima down to where he parked the car. The whole student body is now staring at them like a new television series they don't want to miss, everyone excited to see where it's going to end.

Especially now that Fatima Musa Babagana is included, not in the best way for the first time. This is the novice to them, they've never seen something like that happening with Fatima, never. The lady is always at the top, the head of everyone and someone no one would want to doublecross, so imagine their astonishment seeing her getting dragged?

"If you don't fucking let go of my hand right now, I'm going to call the damn cops on you!" Her voice is clipped with deep annoyance but she didn't yell, it was quite and it surprised him. Her expression is pinched, eyes narrowed to slits, her gaze flicking upwards and her delicate jaw is clenched.

"Go ahead and give them a call please, I'd very much appreciate that." His words are also calm like the man himself. He is so relaxed, emotions controlled and his voice is extremely soft as if he was consoling her instead of jeering her up.

"Who the heck do you think you are?!" She is trying hard to discharge her hand away from his while following willingly so the people staring won't make a mountain out of a molehill. The great Fatima Musa Babagana won't be sighted doing something disinclined.

"I don't like boasting about my status. Keep quite now and let's continue gliding unceremoniously, hmm?" His words made her grit her teeth and her once red lipstick is lined thinly into white slash but she forced a smile. He won't get the upper hand, never.

"I'll make sure to get back at you for this." She swallowed, her tone really keen and sharp. She meant every word, it is laced with determination and underlined threat.

'Who does he think he is? Treating me like this in my own kingdom? Clearly, he has no idea who he is dealing with but she will enjoy exhibiting his place for him.'

They arrive at the car minutes later, some students are still following them to see what is going to happen next but as soon as they found out he only gently pushed her into the car and lock it before rounding it to the driver's side, they dispersed. His head jammed hearing her screeching so many curse words that a lady shouldn't have known but she does. There are words he's never heard from his colleagues too, it's not so surprising though.

The lady is one hateful woman with so many dark sides.

"You fucktard, imbecile, motherfucking cop...sherrnu." She yelled at him in not so ladylike voice anymore. She used controlled voice back there because of people but here, she is showing her true colours. History have it that sherrnu isn't known from anyone so she definitely made it up in her fit of wrath.

"I can arrest you for this, keep your mouth shut, I hate noise!" His expression is now pinched too, he hates when ladies are acting unladylike, it ruins his mood entirely.

He starts the car seeing as she is not willing to keep quite, she kept talking while belittling his profession as a police officer. From the way she is talking, it clearly states that the people in Nigeria don't respect their officers like they do in America. It is as if the Nigerian police are just there to adorn their uniforms and then collect bribe from the civilians. Which means with her rich father, she could do anything she wants without anyone having her arrested.

This means his work is much more harder than he thought. If the police is corrupt, then who on earth will be able to save the citizens from corruption? Money does make people turn away from their works and accept too much bribe to contain themselves. He won't only work on protecting people now, he will also work on changing the system there!

Tired of hearing her nonsense, he pressed onto the pedal making the car jostle down the road and she almost bumped the window beside her. He was driving roughly down the smooth and empty roads, she shrieked angrily but took calming breaths to control it. Her face started sweating, she breaths noisily, her knuckles crackled whilst her nails dig deep wound crescents into her sleek palms. It didn't bother her, she has far more things to think about.

"If you don't stop this fucking car right now, I'm going to jump out of here and you will be the cause of everything! You protect lives, don't ruin your so called perfect profession." She threatened through gnashed teeth, her veins twitching and engorging but it is no empty threat, she has full pledge on doing so.

She has never been this humiliated in her entire life, never ever! Her eyes are fevered and intense with blazing hatred that is slowly growing within her for this man. Her neck is corded, veins now visible. Her face is tightened, stretching her lips into an animalistic snarl. She is at the verge of crying, she cries when angry which people see as sign of weakness so she bared her head not to do so for the sake of her sanity.

She will not cry in front of this man, she won't give him the satisfaction of seeing the tears no one has ever seen but her father. She refused to allow anyone to see those precious droplets of water, it's been long since they last fell from the sluice.

"Then stop threatening a police officer and stay silent." He demanded but unfortunately she don't go well with demands, at all. No one is allowed to give commands to her, not even a police officer.

"You have fucking pushed me to the wall." And with that, she lunged forward to attack him like a cat, not caring about the fact that he is driving and their lives might be at stake. He was quick because of his profession, he is used to multilingualism so he did it again. He stopped the car by the side of the road and quickly push her back to her seat by her shoulders. Not in a way she would feel his soft fingers, just enough for her to back down.

"A tigress, hmm? I wasn't trained in Nigeria so don't expect anything I do to be like Nigerians! If you think you can do what you want with money, then change that perspective whenever it comes to me. And I swear to you..." He moved a little closer to her face to intimidate her, just enough for it to be modest islamically. His eyes are staring directly at hers, seeing her face flushed and makeuo at the verge of getting ruined and added. "I will arrest you first thing after getting my uniform tomorrow, so stay mute and let's reach home safely."

Seeing as he's got her to be quite for the first time, he meandered back to his seat and turn on the car again. He didn't move far before Fatima is already yelling at him again but he didn't stop this time around and continue driving. Just few more minutes before he reaches so he can take it as long as she doesn't lunge herself at him again. He never expected her to do that though, but she surprised him yet again.

Such unladylike woman faking it all in public but a wild creature meant for the zoo in private.

"You have chosen the wrong person to threaten, Police Officer. I don't care whether you have Roman blood, Italian or animalian cause you really belong to the last one. You will see just how I turn those threats of yours..." She continue ranting, pushing him further in his shelf of annoyance. He hates noise, he has always being calm and quite!

He didn't say anything even after reaching her home and parking there at the front door. She wasn't ready to get down so he did the honours first and left her inside still breathing heavily. Darn, it seems like she has anger issues and when she gets irritated, it gets harder to be with her. How do they cope with her like this? Just less than thirty minutes with her, he wants to pull at his hair and remove them from the roots.

How does his Aunt deal with her for more than eighteen years? There is no doubt she's been like this right from when she was young which means she has been a pain in the neck from birth. He knows naught about her life, only that her mother is not in the house whether dead or alive, he doesn't know. He is never one to be intrigued with anyone's life, he isn't at all curious to find out about her too. His own is enough to fill his stomach and quench his thirst of dead lives. Hers won't be any different, everyone have their story to tell.

Her eyes though depleted, they are haunting for one to see. The emptiness in them is too much, it is hollow, heavy, dull and eerie, as if she's seen what she shouldn't or went through something inhumane. Her attitude isn't because she is like that, something happened to her but he won't dive in. It does not concern him one bit and besides, he won't meet her again after this encounter. He is going to try his best to convince his mother to leave the house with him.

"Oh, you're back?" His Aunt stood up upon hearing his entrance into the living room where she is conversing tersely with his mother. He get why.

"Yes, Aunt. Just got back, she's in the car." He smiled, rounding the alabaster leather couches to sit next to his mother, where he vacated earlier to go bring that boorish from school.

"I hope she didn't give you any trouble?" Her face is also tensed and he gets why she should be. That boorish is handful, troublemaker, rude and disrespectful. She has all rights to be concerned whether something bad had transpired between them.

"No, she was good." His smile is fake but she won't be able to detect it, he needs to keep her calm so she won't worry. If only he can go through and tell her everything that has happened, she'd collapse definitely.

"Oh, thank God. She could be really handful." Ha, handful is an understatement of what that boorish is. She's just trying to protect her in front of his mother so she won't think low on her sweet stepdaughter. She loves the hooligan!

Fatima continue to stare at the entrance the police officer just followed with contempt. She has never been that humiliated and embarrassed like she was today by him. It makes her so angry and irritated that she didn't do anything to get back at him. She attacked him with her nails but it seems like he didn't get a scratch across his pretty bronze skin.

Her once scarlet painted lips flattened and pursed into peach coral natural colour, her annoyance ranking up so many notches. Her face tightened, her eyes squinted then her hand flew to rub the back of her neck because whenever she is pissed, she rubs it unconsciously. Her tongue pocked to the left side of her cheek, all the while trying to calm her racing breathe that comes out shallow after all the yelling.

She wants to at least calm down before entering so she won't rearrange the house in disarray for the last time she did that, it didn't end up well with her father. She don't want the repeat of it, though she could feel the thrill taking over her being of the same thing happening.

Knowing all those remedies won't work, she dismounted the car and made her way inside, announcing her presence with the clicking sound of her Christian Louboutin against the ebony polished tiles. The room got quite but she picked the conversation that just flowed between her stepmother witch and the police officer boor inside the main living room. He said she wasn't handful? Ha, she is sure she has pissed him off more than anyone has ever done.

She entered inside the living room where four figures are, one kid sleeping while the three adults anticipating her, maybe the two women because the man is showing more interest in his phone than the sound of her heels. Her eyes were settled on one woman, her stepmother that she didn't notice Ahmad and his mother with his stepbrother occupying the other part of the gargantuan place.

"This should be the last time I talk about this. Never send some low degraded police officer come pick me up again from school or anywhere. What is the use of the chauffeurs in this house? Are they suddenly turned to Cooks or what that you couldn't send them to pick me up? Last warning, never ever send anyone to pick me up other than the chauffeurs in this house. Especially, not some boor like him." With that said, she cat walked up the stairs elegantly leaving two people gaping while the other nervous.

"What on earth? Is that how she talks to people?" Ruwaidha asked her sister who only gave a hopeless smile at her older sister. She don't have anything to say, they've seen it with their eyes. Her mouth is slackened, eyes blinking rapidly before they widened in utter disbelief.

She wanted to take them away from the living room before Fatima comes in but then, the girl came in. Ahmad also lied to her, she is sure Fatima did something unforgivable to him during that ride back home.

"I think she had a rough day but she isn't that bad." She defended her stepdaughter before changing the topic that they should go and rest till dinner.

Ahmad is given the quarters outside the house just a little before the backyard while Ruwaidha is going to have a room inside the house. The mansion is huge, extra large for family of five. The room given to her is located where it is far away from her younger sister and the children too, just in case the husband comes back, they won't bump into one another except of they want to see each other.

Fatima made her way to her room which is at the far end of the mansion where no one can disturb her. The end of the house is facing the backyard and boy's quarters and a pool by the right side. She has her own balcony so she could see everything from there, even the sunset could be seen there and she loves that place to her core. As soon as six in the evening hits, she will go outside and sit down to watch it.

Her room is enormous, the walls are painted pale pink. The king sized bed in the middle is also pale pink, the headboard and the sides of the bed are tufted with elegant diamond buttons. It gets illuminated under the sun especially from the window that brighten up the room when the sun rises. There is a twist pile carpet on the floor, taking up the whole floor to the vanity table where little expensive Victoria Secrets are decorated.

There is no wardrobe inside the room since she have her own walk in closet just few feet away from her bed. The closet itself is a sight to see, where more prettier than the room because to her, the room is empty. Even her bathroom is gorgeous, she likes spending her time there so she gets it renovated after three years always, sometimes even before. As soon as she sees new renovation, she changes it.

Sue didn't have time to change her clothes, she forced herself to sleep while thinking about praying both Zuhr and Asr later. If she doesn't sleep now, she will go haunt him down and do something she won't regret but will definitely leave a scar.