Twenty four
Murtala stared blankly at the woman seated with her hands placed on one another on her crossed legs, "How have you been?" He said. "Alhamdulillah. Yourself?" he slowly nodded and lowered his gaze as realization dawned on him, he was looking at another mans wife. She cleared her throat to get him to look back up so she could do what she actually came here for, being here was as uncomfortable for her as it was for him. Too many memories, too many dangerous memories. She opened her mouth to speak and was interrupted by a little boy who ran to her, calling. He was followed in by Zahra who was smiling for the first time in a week. "Mami can I have ice cream with Zahra?" his big brown eyes made it hard for his mom to refuse his request. "Manu its Ya Zahra" she placed her hands on the boys
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