I laid my head on the bed where Jamal laid. My son was asleep and so was suffy who was put In the same room as Jamal. I felt a little bit relived knowing that we were finally safe and out of danger.



"Mum" I heard my sons voice and rosed my head up to meet my sons eyes. "Jamal" I began to cry.



"Mum is this really you?" He asked and I chuckled in tears. "Of course, I'm the one my love" I said.



"Where are the bad uncles?" He asked.



"They all gone" I assured him and my poor son smiled at me.



"I missed you mum" He pecked my cheeks.



"Didn't you miss Daddy as well?" I heard Sufy ask.



"Of course" He said. Sufy got up and walked over to us. He hugged his son tightly and pecked his cheeks.



"It's all over now my son" He said.



"Mumy, one uncle actually said you were his sister" He said to me and I Began to shed more tears.



"No, I have no brother" I closed my eyes and ut

As the word goes, time heals and so it did. It's been over four months since the death of Saafas husband. As we all know the death of a loved one isn't a small thing and it weakened her soul. I've watched her for those months and noticed that Anwar has been there for her and lailah calls him Daddy. Because he said to her that he would never let her lack the love of a father. As for I and Sufy we traveled to Dubai with Anwars mum. Jamal stayed back in Nigeria because he was attending school along with lailah. I left him there because Jamal was lailahs best friend and big brother.



"Heza suraj" my name rolled out of the woman that stood on the stages lips. I smiled at her and walked calmly up

To the stage and collected my award. My beauty shop was ranked the number one best in the world. I was happy about this as I was amongst the famous celebrities of the world. immediately after colle

The next time I opened my eyes, we were already in Nigeria. I was woken up Sufy who helped me up because I was extremely weak.



"Sit here Heza" Sufy said. I sat at the backseat of the car and laid my whole body on it. I felt extremely heavy because I missed my son. Suddenly another call came but it was from another number "Welcome to Nigeria, if you wish to see your son. Go to the Jada Mansion" The voice was very husky and scary. He cut the call before I could even say a thing.



"Sufyan, let's go to Jada mansion" I said " The kidnapper said we should head there" I said to him. He looked confused for a while but instantly turned the car around. We drove in full speed to the Jada mansion, a mansion which land a town could fill. It was huge. Immediately we alighted In front of the mansion, I rushed out of the car and so did Sufy. We Ambulated towards the front door and pushed it open.



I laid my head on the bed where Jamal laid. My son was asleep and so was suffy who was put In the same room as Jamal. I felt a little bit relived knowing that we were finally safe and out of danger.



"Mum" I heard my sons voice and rosed my head up to meet my sons eyes. "Jamal" I began to cry.



"Mum is this really you?" He asked and I chuckled in tears. "Of course, I'm the one my love" I said.



"Where are the bad uncles?" He asked.



"They all gone" I assured him and my poor son smiled at me.



"I missed you mum" He pecked my cheeks.



"Didn't you miss Daddy as well?" I heard Sufy ask.



"Of course" He said. Sufy got up and walked over to us. He hugged his son tightly and pecked his cheeks.



"It's all over now my son" He said.



"Mumy, one uncle actually said you were his sister" He said to me and I Began to shed more tears.



"No, I have no brother" I closed my eyes and uttered those words. I could feel my heart hurt as I thought about Tariq. Truly he was finally dead an

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