Must Read: Behind The Veil

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Behind The Veil

“Honestly. Although there is this girl I am with but I promise you we aren’t dating. I cross my
heart and hope to die.” he said.

“Okay fair enough.” she called her number to him.

“Bye.” She turned to leave.

“Wait!” he said. “Let me call the number to be sure you gave me the right number.” he dialed her number seconds later her phone rang.

She smiled at him and left.

In Sadiq’s room a song by Vault; one last night was playing on his laptop;

‘Tied to a sallow heart…… why does he want to bring me where he goes?…..oh and to find out
the reason why..it’s enough to make you wanna try for one last night…Ghosts and silhouettes….they want to take a piece of me, they want it all….oh but to wait in an empty room with the feeling that it’s closing in….

I had a dream I was dying but i found nobody there…And if one last night is all that we’ve been given ..let’s live it like we care…for one last night………’

“Hope you know it isn’t good to listen to foreign music?” Humaira’s head popped through the half open door.

“I know.” he released his fingers from the keyboard. “It’s the song Jan…”
Humaira stepped into the room.

“Why didn’t you complete it? It’s Janelle that sent you the song right?”
He nodded.

“She told me she liked the song. She couldn’t even find words to express how it made her feel
so I thought just maybe the song was a clue to something.”

Before Humaira could say anything else, Kazim bumped into the room.

“Hey Sadiq come on we need to go somewhere right now.”

“Can’t you see we are talking?” he shot at him.

“With who?” Kazim asked, turning to Humaira and almost immediately she left.

“Well played!” he said to Kazim while turning off his laptop.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“Remember how I told you that my dad was having financial difficulty and he needed the
contact of one business man?” asked Sadiq.

“Yes. I remember.”
“Dad had an informant that disclosed to him that the man is in town. He wants us to deliver the letter to him directly.” explained Kazim.
“Then we need to hurry up!” said Sadiq.

“Exactly.”

Ten minutes later they arrived at their destination. They walked, almost pacing. The receptionist was a Yoruba lady with ugly looking spectacle.

“You just missed him.” she informed them.

“When can we see him again?” Kazim asked frantically.

“Maybe next week or next month. It’s hard to tell. Whenever Alhaji Ibrahim travel out he takes a while before he return.” she replied.

Kazim became more frantic. He knew how his dad needed this letter to get to the man as soon
as possible.

“Is there any other means we can contact him? An email or phone?” he tried his luck.

“No i am sorry.” her eyes fixed on the computer screen in front of her.