Slowly, she finished closing the windows of the room, turned, and looked at the huge clock hanging on the wall. Walking to the edge of the bed, she sat down and muttered in a low voice, "Rain? Not today, please..." The bedroom door opened, and she turned quickly. Her mother, standing at the doorway, said, "Make sure you wear your sweater, say your prayers, and go to sleep. Goodnight!" Without saying a word, her mother turned and left. Looking at the clock again, she saw it was almost 7:30. Her phone, which was lying on the bed, began to ring. She got up, picked it up, and upon seeing the caller, she answered and held it to her ear, saying, "Hello!" From the other end, a voice said, "Don't tell me you aren't coming because of the rain?" She heaved a sigh and replied, "You know how Mummy is..." The voice interrupted her, saying, "No, honestly you aren't being fair to me. It's already dark, just sneak out right now, no one will know. After all, you said Abba is out of town." Leaning her head slightly, she said, "Alright, I'll try to do that. I'm on my way." With that, she hung up. Within a short time, she finished getting ready, picked up her bag, put her phone and money inside, and then put on a raincoat. She turned off the room light and tiptoed out of her room. She carefully looked down the corridor, catching a dim light coming from her mother's bedroom. She breathed a sigh of relief because she knew her mother's routine—once she was done with what she was doing, she would go to sleep until the next day. She quickly rushed downstairs, noticed all the parlor lights were off, and headed to the kitchen. Groping around, she went out through the kitchen door and pushed it shut gently without locking it. Even when she reached the gate, the security guard said nothing to her; she opened the gate and walked out. She walked briskly because the neighborhood was dead silent, with no one around except for the streetlights. She reached the main road, found a tricycle (daidaita sahu), told the driver her destination, and boarded. Her heart was beating wildly because she had never done anything like this in her life. Now, a friend had pressured her into it—a friend she hadn't even known for very long, nor were they particularly close. It was just before 8:00 when she arrived at a large house. Despite the heavy downpour, it didn't stop the loud music from blasting out of the house. She walked through the gate with a heavy heart and approached the door leading to the large parlor where the birthday party was being held. Men and women were mixed together, dancing wildly without any decorum. She spotted her friend, the celebrant, who rushed over in her flowing gown, hugged her, and said, "Oh babe, I'm so glad you came! Take off your raincoat, you're already missing out!" Lowering her hood, she said, "But I never knew the birthday party would be like this. It's just disorganized..." Her friend cut her off and said, "Nothing is disorganized here! Come on in so we can party together." Shrugging her shoulders, she took off her raincoat. She was wearing a beautiful ready-made long gown and had let her long hair down. Her friend winked at her and said, "Wow, bestie, you look beautiful. I wish your boo could see you right now." She smiled faintly and muttered, "Uhm." Her friend pulled her by the hand into the middle of the birthday celebration. She found a spot to sit down, opened a bottle of Maltina, and began to drink while watching how recklessly the men and women were partying, with smoke filling the air everywhere. She felt completely out of place, as she was not used to such an environment. In her heart, she began to wonder if she should even continue being friends with Clara, thinking she was too rough.
The Drugging and The Rescue
She hadn't even been sitting for ten minutes when a guy came over, sat next to her, and said, "Hi babe, how are you doing?" She glanced at him briefly and said, "Good." He said, "Please, may I get to know you better?" She shook her head and said, "No." Clara gestured to her from afar, prompting her to stand up and walk toward her. The guy watched her leave, then looked at the drink she was consuming. Within less than seven seconds, he pulled out some pills and dropped them into her malt can, then quickly brought out his phone and started typing. Before long, she returned, sat down, placed the meat skewers and cake she brought in her hands, and picked up her malt can to continue drinking. The guy bit his lip, smiling slightly, saying nothing to her, and she said nothing to him either. After about ten minutes, she started feeling incredibly sleepy. She stood up with difficulty and said, "Excuse me." He stood up as well and said, "Oh, no problem. Are you heading home?" She looked at him dazed and replied, "Yes." He said, "Alright, let's go say goodbye to your friend so I can drop you off. That's my duty here." She didn't say anything to him, and they walked over to Clara. Surprised, Clara said, "Oh babe, so early?" She replied briefly, "Yes, I'm feeling sleepy." Clara looked at the guy, smiled, and said, "Alright then, please take her straight home, Sam." He replied, "Alright." She quickly headed for the door, feeling her head spinning. As they walked out, he grabbed her hand, and they headed toward his car. By then, the rain had reduced to a drizzle. He opened the front passenger door, put her inside, got into the driver's seat, and drove off. Before they had gone very far, he parked and asked, "Baby, where is your house?" Looking at him with drowsy, heavy eyes, she said, "Tarauni..." He grabbed her hand and said, "Oh, that's very far." She said nothing, and he began to stroke her hand gently, pulling her long fingers. Closing her eyes, she said, "Take me home..." He pulled her into his embrace, caressing her face while simultaneously pushing his hand into her dress and reclining the car seat. She yelled at him fiercely, "Stop it!" His eyes turned red, and in a coaxing tone, he said, "Baby..." She slapped him hard, opened the car door, and bolted out. His eyes widened in shock as he held his cheek. He quickly got out of the car too. Seeing this, she started running despite her head spinning. She ran with all her might while he pursued her. After running a long distance, she felt she couldn't go on. In front of a house, she spotted a man standing with his back to some flowers, holding a phone to his ear. Panting, she rushed to him, her body trembling, and said, "Help, please..." She froze when she noticed the cigarette in his other hand. She quickly turned to leave, but he dropped his cigarette and yanked her back. She screamed just as Sam caught up to them. The man gave Sam a cold look. After a brief gaze, Sam turned around and went back toward his car. She suddenly wished she were back with Sam instead of this terrifying man. She tried desperately to break free from his grip, her entire body shaking, but she couldn't. He looked her up and down with his large eyes. She burst into tears and said fearfully, "Please, for God's sake, have mercy and let me go." He pulled her close to his face and demanded, "What brought you out at this hour?" His pleasant perfume mixed with the stench of cigarette smoke overwhelmed her. Realizing he was waiting for an answer, she replied with a trembling voice, "I came out for my friend's birthday." Looking her up and down, he said, "And so you were pursued to be raped? If I knew where you were coming from, I would have left him to completely ruin your life..." With that, he shoved her away. She quickly fled the scene. He watched her until she almost rounded a corner, where she suddenly stopped. He spotted two young men standing in front of her, despite the dim lighting. She tried to change direction, but one of them blocked her path. He saw them dragging her toward a car that apparently belonged to them. His eyes widened, and before he knew it, they had reached the car. He could hear her screams from where he stood despite the distance. He dashed forward with insane speed, running as if he were flying, but before he could reach them, they started the car and drove off. "Shit!" he muttered. He quickly ran back to his own car, got in, sped off at 160 km/h, and pursued them. He managed to catch up to them with great difficulty at a roundabout, nearly colliding with them. He threw his car door open and stepped out. One of the young men also got out, ready to cause trouble over the near-miss, but the man ignored him completely. He opened the backseat of their car and saw her mouth covered with a cloth. He yanked her out of their vehicle. The men stood there looking foolish, watching him. He opened his own car, threw her into the back, got into the driver's seat, and drove away. He drove a long distance before parking by the roadside. He turned around to look at her and saw her head slumped in the backseat. "Hey!" he called out. There was silence. He shouted at her more harshly, but she still didn't look up. He opened his door, stepped out quickly, opened the backseat, and lifted her head, realizing she had passed out. Startled, he quickly got into the back seat and closed the door. He lifted her head again but recoiled slightly upon smelling the substance she had ingested. He quickly removed the cloth from her mouth and threw it outside. Pushing her hair back, he looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes looked perfectly set, and her long nose looked beautifully sculpted. Slowly, his eyes drifted to her small, two-toned pink and black lips. He looked away, laid her down properly, stepped out of the car, closed the door, and leaned against the vehicle, contemplating what to do with her. Opening his eyes slightly, he quickly got back inside, lifted her up, and placed his hand near her nose. He hissed, let go of her, and held his head in frustration. Then, he slowly leaned down, placing his mouth over hers. Opening her mouth, he began to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, blowing air into her. He did this for nearly seven minutes until she let out a massive sneeze. He quickly pulled back, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his mouth and face. She slowly opened her eyes, sat up, and held her head. He just stared at her. Seeing that she was trying to get off the seat, he held her back and said, "Hey lady, stay still..." She burst into tears, shaking her head, and said, "Where is this? Please take me home, my head is aching." He glared at her fiercely and said, "Who asked you to go out for a birthday party anyway?" Forcing her bloodshot eyes open to look at him, she said in a trembling voice, "Take me home, please, my head hurts..." Hissing, he threw his handkerchief away, got into the front seat, started the car, and hit the road. Angrily, he asked, "Where is your house?" In a tearful voice, she told him. He turned the music up to full blast to drown out the sound of her crying. He suddenly braked, reversed the car, and pulled up to a large pharmacy he had just passed. He got out and went inside. She tried to open the door to get out but couldn't, feeling as though the weight of the world was on her head, accompanied by severe dizziness. Bursting into tears, she sat back down. Before long, he returned holding a bag of medication. He opened her door, threw it at her, got into the driver's seat, and they drove off. Following her directions, they finally arrived at her house. After scanning the massive mansion, he turned to look at her with slight surprise. She struggled to open the door to step out. Frowning, he said, "There is medicine there, for the sake of Allah and Islam!" She looked at him with her bloodshot eyes, picked up the bag, and stepped out of the car. She nearly fell, but he said nothing. Stumbling, she headed for the gate. He hissed, reversed the car, and sped away. She managed to get to her bedroom without making any noise that would attract her mother's attention. Tossing the bag of drugs onto the bed, she collapsed onto it, tossing and turning as tears streamed down her face.
Part 2: Abuturrab's Household
As soon as he finished parking in the designated space at the house, he opened the car door and stepped out. He looked around briefly before walking over to the courtyard relaxation area. Pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, he drew a single stick, lit it, and began to puff. He finished two sticks within a very short time, put the rest back in his pocket, stood up, and went back to his car. He brought out a spray that looked like perfume, sprayed his mouth with it, put it back, locked the car, and entered the house with his usual arrogant, stately stride. He gently turned the parlor door handle, entered, and closed it quietly so as not to make a sound. Looking at the clock on the parlor wall, he saw it was already 1:00 AM. His eyes widened in surprise. How time flies! When did he drop off that girl, go to his friends' house, and head to the club, only for time to pass by like this without him realizing? He headed for the stairs, walking softly so his footsteps wouldn't be heard. Just as he reached the corridor of the bedrooms, a door opened. A mature woman, likely in her early 50s, stepped out and stared at him. Widening his eyes, he said, "Mami!" She walked up to him coldly and asked, "Where are you coming from, Abuturrab?" Scratching his head, he replied, "Uh, Mami, I'm coming from the clinic. I didn't finish work early..." She shook her head and said, "You are lying!" He remained silent. Deeply worried, Mami said, "Aliyu, won't you check yourself? It's high time you know what is good for you. Aside from following useless people, you haven't achieved anything in life. What is the use of this? Why won't you let me have peace in this life? If your younger siblings copy this, what will you say?" He kept quiet, lowering his head. She stepped closer as if trying to detect something. He quickly held his breath. She grabbed his hand, brought it to her nose, shook her head, and said, "Fine then, continue destroying your life. Being an only son doesn't mean you are the only child." He pleaded, "Please Mami, I'm sorry..." She snapped at him, "Shut your mouth!" He fell silent, watching her as she turned, entered her bedroom, and locked the door. He let out a sigh of relief and went into his room. He rushed into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into his sleeping robe, and lay down. His stomach began to rumble, and only then did he remember he hadn't eaten dinner. Yawning, he sat up and wondered what to eat. He stood up, walked to the door, opened it gently, and headed to his sisters' room. Pushing the door open softly, he went in, closed it, and searched for the light switch to turn it on. All three of them were lying down, fast asleep. He approached the bed and sat down, looking at them. He started waking Ramlah, who forced her eyes open and stared at him. Making a pitiful face, he said, "Lil sis, I haven't eaten..." Frowning, she replied, "Oh Yaya, I'm sleeping and you're waking me up... There's Leesah, wake her up instead." With that, she turned her back on him. Looking at Khaleesat, he began waking her up too. She sat up looking like she was about to cry and said, "What is it again, Ya Abu?" In a pitiful voice, he said, "I haven't eaten." Souring her face, she said, "Well, I wasn't the one who served the food, Mami did. But you can ask Ilham." With that, she lay back down and turned her back on him as well. He felt like slapping both of them, but refrained because it was late and he didn't want Mami to hear them. He looked at Ilham and began waking her up. She turned and looked at him. He said, "Pretty, I haven't eaten." Frowning, she sat up and said, "Well, it's your fault for not coming home early. Seriously Ya Turab, stop waking me up when I'm sleeping. Aren't Anty Ramlah and Leesah there?" Pouting, she climbed off the bed, murmuring as she left the room. He gave the other two a sharp smack, making them jump up in terror. Frowning, he said, "I will deal with all of you." With that, he stood up, left the room, and went downstairs. While he stood by the kitchen door, Ilham finished setting his food on a tray and came out. He followed her back upstairs. She placed it in his room. As he sat down before the food, she headed for the door, then turned around and said, "You won't even say thank you, right?" Glaring at her, he replied, "No, I won't." She rolled her mouth and left the room. The next morning, which was Sunday, Abuturrab and some of his friends were sitting in front of a friend's house on Ayman Street, three streets away from Abuturrab's house. Abuturrab looked in the direction Saleem was staring and spotted three women approaching. All the friends shifted their attention toward the women. Abuturrab hissed slightly and looked away. When they drew level with them, Ayman remarked, "Cute!" Only then did Abuturrab turn to look at them, and his eyes locked with hers. He couldn't stop staring at her, and she couldn't stop staring either; she recognized him instantly, and it was obvious he recognized her too from the way she looked at him. She quickly averted her gaze and kept walking. She was the only one wearing a long dress that reached the floor, while the others were wearing half-gowns. Before they had gone very far, she looked at her friends and said, "Do you know what? That's the guy I was telling you about earlier. He rescued me..." The one by her side said, "Really? And you just walked right past him without saying anything?" The other grabbed her hand and said, "Honestly, that's not right. Go back and thank him. You don't have to pretend, I know he recognized you too." Without a second thought, she quickly turned back and headed toward where they were sitting. Abuturrab quickly looked away. Salman noted, "She's coming toward us." Salim, who was staring at her, and Ayman fell silent until she arrived. She was very tall and fair-skinned, though not overly so. She walked gracefully, as if a gentle breeze could blow her away. Yes, she was incredibly beautiful—a striking beauty that captured attention. Even from a distance, one could see the size and brightness of her eyes. Reaching where they were, she stood looking at Abuturrab, seemingly at a loss for words. Fidgeting with her fingers, she stammered, "I... I... came to thank you!" He just stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her. Slowly, his eyes drifted to a cross necklace hanging around her neck, which caused his heart to drop significantly. Salim stepped on his foot, prompting him to quickly look away. He then looked back at her and said, "Thank God instead!" She turned and left the place quickly. His friends watched her until she joined her friends and continued walking. Salim asked, "Where do you know her from?" He said nothing, pulled out his pack of cigarettes, drew one out along with his lighter, lit it, and brought it to his mouth.
Part 3: The Encounter and the Conflict
When she got home, she found her mother with some guests in the parlor. She greeted them politely and then went upstairs to her room. Tossing her bag aside, she went into the restroom, took a shower, came out, changed into casual clothes, and lay down. Suddenly, memories of the incident flashed through her mind, and she felt angry at herself for not leaving immediately after he dismissed her. She hissed and covered her face with a pillow. Just as she was falling asleep, she heard her mother calling her. She sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes. Her mother said, "Samantha, come out, there is food on the dining table. Aren't you going to Catechism?" She replied, "Mummy, but it's very hot outside today." Frowning, her mother said, "Are you in your right mind? Is the afternoon heat supposed to stop you from going? C'mon my friend, get up, get ready, and get out of this house! Your peers walk under the sun, so why can't you?" With that, she left the room. Samantha stood up and went down to the parlor gloomily. She saw her dad sitting in a small study area, wearing his medicated glasses, reading the Holy Bible in front of him. She walked over and gave him a side hug. He said nothing, his full attention on the Bible. In a very low voice, she said, "Good afternoon, my Abba." He simply nodded. She headed to the dining area, served her food, sat down, and ate. Afterward, she went back upstairs, dressed in a gown, wrapped her head with a veil, and came out holding her Bible and Hymn book. She went into her mother's room and found her preparing to go to a fellowship meeting as well. She approached her and said, "Mummy, I'm leaving!" Her mother replied, "Alright dear, I might not return today because we have a vigil. Take care of yourself. Your transport fare is in front of the mirror, I've engaged the driver." Samantha frowned slightly and asked, "Is Abba going too?" Her mother said, "No, he is staying home, he isn't going anywhere. He is expecting guests later." Turning away, Samantha said, "Okay, bye!" With that, she left after picking up the money. She walked a long distance on foot and decided to pass by the street of her classmate, Esther, so they could go to church together. She walked along, humming a little song. She had gone quite far and had about four houses left before turning into Esther's street when her heart skipped a beat. She spotted the same man standing by his car in front of a house, with a young girl standing close to him. As if prompted, he looked up, and their eyes met. With difficulty, she opened her mouth and said, "Good... good afternoon!" He replied, "Fine, thank you." With that, she walked past him. The girl watched her go, then looked at him and asked, "Who is she, Aliyu?" He looked as if he wouldn't reply, but then said, "A friend!" She rolled her mouth and asked, "A Christian friend?" He opened his car door and got in. She stepped back in surprise, staring at him, and called out, "Abuturrab?" Looking at her through the glass, he said, "Even if she's a pagan, it's none of your business!" He started the car and drove off, leaving her standing there in shock. She quickly turned around, but Samantha had already disappeared from sight. Enraged, she stomped into the house. Abuturrab arrived home around midnight and parked his car. Even without being told, he knew Abba was back upon seeing his Prado jeep. Ignoring the soldiers stationed all around the compound, he walked into the parlor. Ramlah peeked out from the kitchen and whispered, "Ya Abu, Abba is looking for you..." He was surprised to see her in the kitchen at that hour, and he hadn't even heard what she said clearly. As he moved toward her, they heard Mami's voice saying, "Are you in your right mind, Ramlah?" Ramlah quickly turned back into the kitchen. Frowning, he greeted Mami. He felt frustrated that he was always viewed as being in the wrong, making him stay at home idle like a woman; infact, he decided he would just permanently switch his clinic duties to night shifts. Mami accepted his greeting without looking at him. Just as he was about to head upstairs, Abba stepped out of his private parlor. Abuturrab froze, his heart pounding. He bowed slightly and greeted him. Abba asked, "Where are you coming from, Aliyu?" Lowering his head, he was at a loss for words, but finally stammered, "Abba, I stopped to help someone at..." Abba shook his head and cut him off, "No! You can't just be coming into my house whenever you wish at any time. Therefore, pack your belongings and move to the boys' quarters immediately. Then, open that gate over there so that whenever you feel like coming or going, you can do so without anyone knowing or stopping you. Do what I say immediately now, stupid you!" With his head down, he replied, "Alright Abba, may Allah calm your anger." Ramlah rushed into the parlor looking as if she was about to cry and pleaded, "Abba, please forgive him for the last..." Abba glared at her, and she quickly turned back to the kitchen. Abuturrab went upstairs, and within a short time, he emerged carrying his bags.
2. Summary
The narrative revolves around two main characters from different backgrounds, Samantha and Aliyu (Abuturrab), whose paths cross during a night of crisis.
Samantha’s Ordeal: Pressured by a casual friend named Clara, Samantha sneaks out of her strict household on a rainy night to attend a chaotic birthday party. At the party, a man named Sam drugs her drink. Realizing she is incapacitated, Sam attempts to assault her in his car. She manages to escape and seeks help from Abuturrab, whom she spots on the street.
The Rescue: Abuturrab, despite his cold demeanor, ends up saving Samantha twice—first from her initial pursuer and subsequently from a group of men who kidnap her in a vehicle. After administering first aid and buying her medication from a pharmacy, he drops her safely at her family's mansion.
The Aftermath and Intersecting Lives: The next day, Samantha spots Abuturrab with his friends and musters the courage to thank him, though the interaction is cut short when Abuturrab notices her Christian cross necklace, signaling a religious divide. Later that day, their paths cross again near Samantha's classmate's house, sparking jealousy and curiosity from a girl standing with Abuturrab.
Domestic Conflicts: Both characters face intense pressure within their respective households. Samantha deals with a strictly religious mother and a detached father. Meanwhile, Abuturrab struggles with his family's disapproval; his mother (Mami) suspects him of wasting his life, and his father (Abba), furious over his late-night arrivals, ultimately evicts him from the main house to the boys' quarters.
The Escape and The Party
Slowly, she finished closing the windows of the room, turned, and looked at the huge clock hanging on the wall. Walking to the edge of the bed, she sat down and muttered in a low voice, "Rain? Not today, please..." The bedroom door opened, and she turned quickly. Her mother, standing at the doorway, said, "Make sure you wear your sweater, say your prayers, and go to sleep. Goodnight!" Without saying a word, her mother turned and left. Looking at the clock again, she saw it was almost 7:30. Her phone, which was lying on the bed, began to ring. She got up, picked it up, and upon seeing the caller, she answered and held it to her ear, saying, "Hello!" From the other end, a voice said, "Don't tell me you aren't coming because of the rain?" She heaved a sigh and replied, "You know how Mummy is..." The voice interrupted her, saying, "No, honestly you aren't being fair to me. It's already dark, just sneak out right now, no one will know. After all, you said Abba is out of town." Leaning her head slightly, she said, "Alright, I'll try to do that. I'm on my way." With that, she hung up. Within a short time, she finished getting ready, picked up her bag, put her phone and money inside, and then put on a raincoat. She turned off the room light and tiptoed out of her room. She carefully looked down the corridor, catching a dim light coming from her mother's bedroom. She breathed a sigh of relief because she knew her mother's routine—once she was done with what she was doing, she would go to sleep until the next day. She quickly rushed downstairs, noticed all the parlor lights were off, and headed to the kitchen. Groping around, she went out through the kitchen door and pushed it shut gently without locking it. Even when she reached the gate, the security guard said nothing to her; she opened the gate and walked out. She walked briskly because the neighborhood was dead silent, with no one around except for the streetlights. She reached the main road, found a tricycle (daidaita sahu), told the driver her destination, and boarded. Her heart was beating wildly because she had never done anything like this in her life. Now, a friend had pressured her into it—a friend she hadn't even known for very long, nor were they particularly close.
It was just before 8:00 when she arrived at a large house. Despite the heavy downpour, it didn't stop the loud music from blasting out of the house. She walked through the gate with a heavy heart and approached the door leading to the large parlor where the birthday party was being held. Men and women were mixed together, dancing wildly without any decorum. She spotted her friend, the celebrant, who rushed over in her flowing gown, hugged her, and said, "Oh babe, I'm so glad you came! Take off your raincoat, you're already missing out!" Lowering her hood, she said, "But I never knew the birthday party would be like this. It's just disorganized..." Her friend cut her off and said, "Nothing is disorganized here! Come on in so we can party together." Shrugging her shoulders, she took off her raincoat. She was wearing a beautiful ready-made long gown and had let her long hair down. Her friend winked at her and said, "Wow, bestie, you look beautiful. I wish your boo could see you right now." She smiled faintly and muttered, "Uhm." Her friend pulled her by the hand into the middle of the birthday celebration. She found a spot to sit down, opened a bottle of Maltina, and began to drink while watching how recklessly the men and women were partying, with smoke filling the air everywhere. She felt completely out of place, as she was not used to such an environment. In her heart, she began to wonder if she should even continue being friends with Clara, thinking she was too rough.
The Drugging and The Rescue
She hadn't even been sitting for ten minutes when a guy came over, sat next to her, and said, "Hi babe, how are you doing?" She glanced at him briefly and said, "Good." He said, "Please, may I get to know you better?" She shook her head and said, "No." Clara gestured to her from afar, prompting her to stand up and walk toward her. The guy watched her leave, then looked at the drink she was consuming. Within less than seven seconds, he pulled out some pills and dropped them into her malt can, then quickly brought out his phone and started typing. Before long, she returned, sat down, placed the meat skewers and cake she brought in her hands, and picked up her malt can to continue drinking. The guy bit his lip, smiling slightly, saying nothing to her, and she said nothing to him either. After about ten minutes, she started feeling incredibly sleepy. She stood up with difficulty and said, "Excuse me." He stood up as well and said, "Oh, no problem. Are you heading home?" She looked at him dazed and replied, "Yes." He said, "Alright, let's go say goodbye to your friend so I can drop you off. That's my duty here." She didn't say anything to him, and they walked over to Clara. Surprised, Clara said, "Oh babe, so early?" She replied briefly, "Yes, I'm feeling sleepy." Clara looked at the guy, smiled, and said, "Alright then, please take her straight home, Sam." He replied, "Alright." She quickly headed for the door, feeling her head spinning.
As they walked out, he grabbed her hand, and they headed toward his car. By then, the rain had reduced to a drizzle. He opened the front passenger door, put her inside, got into the driver's seat, and drove off. Before they had gone very far, he parked and asked, "Baby, where is your house?" Looking at him with drowsy, heavy eyes, she said, "Tarauni..." He grabbed her hand and said, "Oh, that's very far." She said nothing, and he began to stroke her hand gently, pulling her long fingers. Closing her eyes, she said, "Take me home..." He pulled her into his embrace, caressing her face while simultaneously pushing his hand into her dress and reclining the car seat. She yelled at him fiercely, "Stop it!" His eyes turned red, and in a coaxing tone, he said, "Baby..." She slapped him hard, opened the car door, and bolted out. His eyes widened in shock as he held his cheek. He quickly got out of the car too. Seeing this, she started running despite her head spinning. She ran with all her might while he pursued her. After running a long distance, she felt she couldn't go on. In front of a house, she spotted a man standing with his back to some flowers, holding a phone to his ear. Panting, she rushed to him, her body trembling, and said, "Help, please..." She froze when she noticed the cigarette in his other hand. She quickly turned to leave, but he dropped his cigarette and yanked her back. She screamed just as Sam caught up to them. The man gave Sam a cold look. After a brief gaze, Sam turned around and went back toward his car. She suddenly wished she were back with Sam instead of this terrifying man. She tried desperately to break free from his grip, her entire body shaking, but she couldn't. He looked her up and down with his large eyes. She burst into tears and said fearfully, "Please, for God's sake, have mercy and let me go." He pulled her close to his face and demanded, "What brought you out at this hour?" His pleasant perfume mixed with the stench of cigarette smoke overwhelmed her. Realizing he was waiting for an answer, she replied with a trembling voice, "I came out for my friend's birthday." Looking her up and down, he said, "And so you were pursued to be raped? If I knew where you were coming from, I would have left him to completely ruin your life..." With that, he shoved her away.
She quickly fled the scene. He watched her until she almost rounded a corner, where she suddenly stopped. He spotted two young men standing in front of her, despite the dim lighting. She tried to change direction, but one of them blocked her path. He saw them dragging her toward a car that apparently belonged to them. His eyes widened, and before he knew it, they had reached the car. He could hear her screams from where he stood despite the distance. He dashed forward with insane speed, running as if he were flying, but before he could reach them, they started the car and drove off. "Shit!" he muttered. He quickly ran back to his own car, got in, sped off at 160 km/h, and pursued them. He managed to catch up to them with great difficulty at a roundabout, nearly colliding with them. He threw his car door open and stepped out. One of the young men also got out, ready to cause trouble over the near-miss, but the man ignored him completely. He opened the backseat of their car and saw her mouth covered with a cloth. He yanked her out of their vehicle. The men stood there looking foolish, watching him. He opened his own car, threw her into the back, got into the driver's seat, and drove away. He drove a long distance before parking by the roadside. He turned around to look at her and saw her head slumped in the backseat. "Hey!" he called out. There was silence. He shouted at her more harshly, but she still didn't look up. He opened his door, stepped out quickly, opened the backseat, and lifted her head, realizing she had passed out. Startled, he quickly got into the back seat and closed the door. He lifted her head again but recoiled slightly upon smelling the substance she had ingested. He quickly removed the cloth from her mouth and threw it outside. Pushing her hair back, he looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes looked perfectly set, and her long nose looked beautifully sculpted. Slowly, his eyes drifted to her small, two-toned pink and black lips. He looked away, laid her down properly, stepped out of the car, closed the door, and leaned against the vehicle, contemplating what to do with her. Opening his eyes slightly, he quickly got back inside, lifted her up, and placed his hand near her nose. He hissed, let go of her, and held his head in frustration. Then, he slowly leaned down, placing his mouth over hers. Opening her mouth, he began to perform mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, blowing air into her. He did this for nearly seven minutes until she let out a massive sneeze. He quickly pulled back, took a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his mouth and face. She slowly opened her eyes, sat up, and held her head. He just stared at her. Seeing that she was trying to get off the seat, he held her back and said, "Hey lady, stay still..." She burst into tears, shaking her head, and said, "Where is this? Please take me home, my head is aching." He glared at her fiercely and said, "Who asked you to go out for a birthday party anyway?" Forcing her bloodshot eyes open to look at him, she said in a trembling voice, "Take me home, please, my head hurts..." Hissing, he threw his handkerchief away, got into the front seat, started the car, and hit the road. Angrily, he asked, "Where is your house?" In a tearful voice, she told him. He turned the music up to full blast to drown out the sound of her crying. He suddenly braked, reversed the car, and pulled up to a large pharmacy he had just passed. He got out and went inside. She tried to open the door to get out but couldn't, feeling as though the weight of the world was on her head, accompanied by severe dizziness. Bursting into tears, she sat back down. Before long, he returned holding a bag of medication. He opened her door, threw it at her, got into the driver's seat, and they drove off. Following her directions, they finally arrived at her house. After scanning the massive mansion, he turned to look at her with slight surprise. She struggled to open the door to step out. Frowning, he said, "There is medicine there, for the sake of Allah and Islam!" She looked at him with her bloodshot eyes, picked up the bag, and stepped out of the car. She nearly fell, but he said nothing. Stumbling, she headed for the gate. He hissed, reversed the car, and sped away. She managed to get to her bedroom without making any noise that would attract her mother's attention. Tossing the bag of drugs onto the bed, she collapsed onto it, tossing and turning as tears streamed down her face.
Part 2: Abuturrab's Household
As soon as he finished parking in the designated space at the house, he opened the car door and stepped out. He looked around briefly before walking over to the courtyard relaxation area. Pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, he drew a single stick, lit it, and began to puff. He finished two sticks within a very short time, put the rest back in his pocket, stood up, and went back to his car. He brought out a spray that looked like perfume, sprayed his mouth with it, put it back, locked the car, and entered the house with his usual arrogant, stately stride. He gently turned the parlor door handle, entered, and closed it quietly so as not to make a sound. Looking at the clock on the parlor wall, he saw it was already 1:00 AM. His eyes widened in surprise. How time flies! When did he drop off that girl, go to his friends' house, and head to the club, only for time to pass by like this without him realizing? He headed for the stairs, walking softly so his footsteps wouldn't be heard. Just as he reached the corridor of the bedrooms, a door opened. A mature woman, likely in her early 50s, stepped out and stared at him. Widening his eyes, he said, "Mami!" She walked up to him coldly and asked, "Where are you coming from, Abuturrab?" Scratching his head, he replied, "Uh, Mami, I'm coming from the clinic. I didn't finish work early..." She shook her head and said, "You are lying!" He remained silent. Deeply worried, Mami said, "Aliyu, won't you check yourself? It's high time you know what is good for you. Aside from following useless people, you haven't achieved anything in life. What is the use of this? Why won't you let me have peace in this life? If your younger siblings copy this, what will you say?" He kept quiet, lowering his head. She stepped closer as if trying to detect something. He quickly held his breath. She grabbed his hand, brought it to her nose, shook her head, and said, "Fine then, continue destroying your life. Being an only son doesn't mean you are the only child." He pleaded, "Please Mami, I'm sorry..." She snapped at him, "Shut your mouth!" He fell silent, watching her as she turned, entered her bedroom, and locked the door. He let out a sigh of relief and went into his room. He rushed into the bathroom, took a shower, changed into his sleeping robe, and lay down. His stomach began to rumble, and only then did he remember he hadn't eaten dinner. Yawning, he sat up and wondered what to eat. He stood up, walked to the door, opened it gently, and headed to his sisters' room. Pushing the door open softly, he went in, closed it, and searched for the light switch to turn it on. All three of them were lying down, fast asleep. He approached the bed and sat down, looking at them. He started waking Ramlah, who forced her eyes open and stared at him. Making a pitiful face, he said, "Lil sis, I haven't eaten..." Frowning, she replied, "Oh Yaya, I'm sleeping and you're waking me up... There's Leesah, wake her up instead." With that, she turned her back on him. Looking at Khaleesat, he began waking her up too. She sat up looking like she was about to cry and said, "What is it again, Ya Abu?" In a pitiful voice, he said, "I haven't eaten." Souring her face, she said, "Well, I wasn't the one who served the food, Mami did. But you can ask Ilham." With that, she lay back down and turned her back on him as well. He felt like slapping both of them, but refrained because it was late and he didn't want Mami to hear them. He looked at Ilham and began waking her up. She turned and looked at him. He said, "Pretty, I haven't eaten." Frowning, she sat up and said, "Well, it's your fault for not coming home early. Seriously Ya Turab, stop waking me up when I'm sleeping. Aren't Anty Ramlah and Leesah there?" Pouting, she climbed off the bed, murmuring as she left the room. He gave the other two a sharp smack, making them jump up in terror. Frowning, he said, "I will deal with all of you." With that, he stood up, left the room, and went downstairs. While he stood by the kitchen door, Ilham finished setting his food on a tray and came out. He followed her back upstairs. She placed it in his room. As he sat down before the food, she headed for the door, then turned around and said, "You won't even say thank you, right?" Glaring at her, he replied, "No, I won't." She rolled her mouth and left the room.
The next morning, which was Sunday, Abuturrab and some of his friends were sitting in front of a friend's house on Ayman Street, three streets away from Abuturrab's house. Abuturrab looked in the direction Saleem was staring and spotted three women approaching. All the friends shifted their attention toward the women. Abuturrab hissed slightly and looked away. When they drew level with them, Ayman remarked, "Cute!" Only then did Abuturrab turn to look at them, and his eyes locked with hers. He couldn't stop staring at her, and she couldn't stop staring either; she recognized him instantly, and it was obvious he recognized her too from the way she looked at him. She quickly averted her gaze and kept walking. She was the only one wearing a long dress that reached the floor, while the others were wearing half-gowns. Before they had gone very far, she looked at her friends and said, "Do you know what? That's the guy I was telling you about earlier. He rescued me..." The one by her side said, "Really? And you just walked right past him without saying anything?" The other grabbed her hand and said, "Honestly, that's not right. Go back and thank him. You don't have to pretend, I know he recognized you too." Without a second thought, she quickly turned back and headed toward where they were sitting. Abuturrab quickly looked away. Salman noted, "She's coming toward us." Salim, who was staring at her, and Ayman fell silent until she arrived. She was very tall and fair-skinned, though not overly so. She walked gracefully, as if a gentle breeze could blow her away. Yes, she was incredibly beautiful—a striking beauty that captured attention. Even from a distance, one could see the size and brightness of her eyes. Reaching where they were, she stood looking at Abuturrab, seemingly at a loss for words. Fidgeting with her fingers, she stammered, "I... I... came to thank you!" He just stared at her, unable to take his eyes off her. Slowly, his eyes drifted to a cross necklace hanging around her neck, which caused his heart to drop significantly. Salim stepped on his foot, prompting him to quickly look away. He then looked back at her and said, "Thank God instead!" She turned and left the place quickly. His friends watched her until she joined her friends and continued walking. Salim asked, "Where do you know her from?" He said nothing, pulled out his pack of cigarettes, drew one out along with his lighter, lit it, and brought it to his mouth.
Part 3: The Encounter and the Conflict
When she got home, she found her mother with some guests in the parlor. She greeted them politely and then went upstairs to her room. Tossing her bag aside, she went into the restroom, took a shower, came out, changed into casual clothes, and lay down. Suddenly, memories of the incident flashed through her mind, and she felt angry at herself for not leaving immediately after he dismissed her. She hissed and covered her face with a pillow. Just as she was falling asleep, she heard her mother calling her. She sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes. Her mother said, "Samantha, come out, there is food on the dining table. Aren't you going to Catechism?" She replied, "Mummy, but it's very hot outside today." Frowning, her mother said, "Are you in your right mind? Is the afternoon heat supposed to stop you from going? C'mon my friend, get up, get ready, and get out of this house! Your peers walk under the sun, so why can't you?" With that, she left the room. Samantha stood up and went down to the parlor gloomily. She saw her dad sitting in a small study area, wearing his medicated glasses, reading the Holy Bible in front of him. She walked over and gave him a side hug. He said nothing, his full attention on the Bible. In a very low voice, she said, "Good afternoon, my Abba." He simply nodded. She headed to the dining area, served her food, sat down, and ate. Afterward, she went back upstairs, dressed in a gown, wrapped her head with a veil, and came out holding her Bible and Hymn book. She went into her mother's room and found her preparing to go to a fellowship meeting as well. She approached her and said, "Mummy, I'm leaving!" Her mother replied, "Alright dear, I might not return today because we have a vigil. Take care of yourself. Your transport fare is in front of the mirror, I've engaged the driver." Samantha frowned slightly and asked, "Is Abba going too?" Her mother said, "No, he is staying home, he isn't going anywhere. He is expecting guests later." Turning away, Samantha said, "Okay, bye!" With that, she left after picking up the money. She walked a long distance on foot and decided to pass by the street of her classmate, Esther, so they could go to church together. She walked along, humming a little song. She had gone quite far and had about four houses left before turning into Esther's street when her heart skipped a beat. She spotted the same man standing by his car in front of a house, with a young girl standing close to him. As if prompted, he looked up, and their eyes met. With difficulty, she opened her mouth and said, "Good... good afternoon!" He replied, "Fine, thank you." With that, she walked past him. The girl watched her go, then looked at him and asked, "Who is she, Aliyu?" He looked as if he wouldn't reply, but then said, "A friend!" She rolled her mouth and asked, "A Christian friend?" He opened his car door and got in. She stepped back in surprise, staring at him, and called out, "Abuturrab?" Looking at her through the glass, he said, "Even if she's a pagan, it's none of your business!" He started the car and drove off, leaving her standing there in shock. She quickly turned around, but Samantha had already disappeared from sight. Enraged, she stomped into the house.
Abuturrab arrived home around midnight and parked his car. Even without being told, he knew Abba was back upon seeing his Prado jeep. Ignoring the soldiers stationed all around the compound, he walked into the parlor. Ramlah peeked out from the kitchen and whispered, "Ya Abu, Abba is looking for you..." He was surprised to see her in the kitchen at that hour, and he hadn't even heard what she said clearly. As he moved toward her, they heard Mami's voice saying, "Are you in your right mind, Ramlah?" Ramlah quickly turned back into the kitchen. Frowning, he greeted Mami. He felt frustrated that he was always viewed as being in the wrong, making him stay at home idle like a woman; infact, he decided he would just permanently switch his clinic duties to night shifts. Mami accepted his greeting without looking at him. Just as he was about to head upstairs, Abba stepped out of his private parlor. Abuturrab froze, his heart pounding. He bowed slightly and greeted him. Abba asked, "Where are you coming from, Aliyu?" Lowering his head, he was at a loss for words, but finally stammered, "Abba, I stopped to help someone at..." Abba shook his head and cut him off, "No! You can't just be coming into my house whenever you wish at any time. Therefore, pack your belongings and move to the boys' quarters immediately. Then, open that gate over there so that whenever you feel like coming or going, you can do so without anyone knowing or stopping you. Do what I say immediately now, stupid you!" With his head down, he replied, "Alright Abba, may Allah calm your anger." Ramlah rushed into the parlor looking as if she was about to cry and pleaded, "Abba, please forgive him for the last..." Abba glared at her, and she quickly turned back to the kitchen. Abuturrab went upstairs, and within a short time, he emerged carrying his bags.
2. Summary
The narrative revolves around two main characters from different backgrounds, Samantha and Aliyu (Abuturrab), whose paths cross during a night of crisis.