Thirty nine.

ABUJA, NIGERIA.

Mika'il roamed around the streets of Abuja trying to focus on the event that has happened earlier. He couldn't believe what is going on with him because the real him would never have done anything like that. His mother is dead, it doesn't mean he is given a certificate of becoming a jerk to his wife who is not at all a suspect. What he did was beyond him, he felt the pull in his memory when he entered the room his mother was killed in. It might be natural, there was no blood to show that someone used a gun, knife or any weapon to kill his mother if anyone killed her.

When he saw his wife sitting on the floor, all the memories he's had with her was nowhere to be found, all he could find is his mother's murderer sitting there looking lost. If he hadn't heard what his sib