Chapter 70

"Sister, " Halimat called Rofiat who was situated on the bed missing mindedly. "Sister," she called once more, contacting Rofiat by the shoulder and yanking her off to the real world.
"Indeed," Rofiat went to reply.
"What's wrong? Since you returned, you've been looking so upset." Halimat said.
"Nothing dear," Rofiat turned around. Hadijat was currently remaining before her, on the side of Halimat's inquiry.
"Yet, you've not been adding to whatever we've been saying since," Hadijat participated in the discussion.
"Nothing," Rofiat attempted to counterfeit a grin.
"That is clearly false, it's all around your face that something is off-base" Hadijat demanded. "Accomplished something happen where you all went to?"
"Nothing occurred," she addressed forcefully. "We didn't actually get to meet those we went for."
"Then, at that point, what's wrong?" Halimat sat adjacent to her and set her hands around her shoulder. "Coincidentally, I didn't see Host, Delicate or Slimmy get back with you individuals. Did anything happen to them?"
"Nothing, they went to figure out a confidential issue."
"Why are you looking so upset?"
Rofiat murmured and stood up, she realized they wouldn't quit upsetting her until she offers a response.
"I simply have this feeling that something is going to change," Rofiat at long last opened up. "You know since I came, I've run my legs two times against seats pointlessly. That is a terrible sign."
"Come on, is that it?" Halimat extended her eyes in unbelief at her sister's words. "Why your accept such?"
Hadijat laughed at the back and went to turn on the TV.
"I don't have the foggiest idea however I simply feel that something awful is going to occur." Rofiat demanded.
"Haha," Halimat chuckled, shaking her head jokingly at her sister. "I realize what's going on. You're missing Mum such a lot of that you're starting to talk like her."
Rofiat murmured unfunnily and sat back on the bed. Halimat got up and strolled towards Hadijat, they started to noisily address themselves in low tones and chuckle. Rofiat overlooked their tirades and laid in the bed, covering her ear with the cushion.
~~~
"Coded," OJ called, going into the dull room where Coded was situated quietly.
"OJ," Coded got back to and turned on his torchlight.
"Have you heard anything from Baba?"
"Nothing yet," Coded replied.
"I simply feel something is off about every one of these," OJ said.
"Why?"
"Fear and all, I don't simply feel better about it."
"Dread is an adversary of Host and he's certainly going to utilize the amazing chance to take out Host. Say thanks to God Host has stupidly responded to the call to proceed to meet Baba."
"Yet, do you have any idea about that Dread was once Host partner?"
"Indeed, obviously. I know all that story. What's more, I likewise know about how Host furiously shot Fear and his companion in one of their gatherings and passed on them to bite the dust. Fear's companion kicked the bucket that day and that is the reason Dread has been searching for a method for having his vengeance on Host."
"Yet, Dread didn't pass on that day," OJ said in a harsh voice. "Don't you know how he endure it?"
Coded stopped briefly to consider on OJ's words. He got up and started to walk about.
"Delicate and Slimmy saved Fear from death and the equivalent Delicate and Slimmy have gone with Host to meet Baba, how about that Dread need to hurt Delicate and Slimmy?"

"Shi*t! That is valid, I didn't consider that previously." Coded shouted subsequent to contemplating for a couple of moments. "For what reason didn't I think there was something off-putting when we saw Host drive his vehicle to Baba right away."
"We want to appear there," OJ said. "Baba would require our help assuming that things turn out badly"
"Better believe it, get your metal"
~~~
"Dread, No." Slimmy voiced out in dread.
"Slimmy, Yes." Fear said in a deriding tone, taking a fast look at Slimmy.
Hints of weapon positioning could be heard from various headings as Slimmy made a stride towards Fear. Slimmy ended and cautioned himself against making any further stride as clearly his cerebrum would be extinguished even before he got midway. He took a look at Delicate who was likewise looking powerless, the expression all over was one arguing for Slimmy not to squander his life. Slimmy brought down his head and hurled a murmur of sorrow. His eyes met Host's.
Have now had a repentant look all over, he currently understood that he ought to have paid attention to Slimmy's wariness not to consent to Screw's place of meeting. Presently, he has jeopardized them three of death. There was no getting away from here, they were dwarfed and, surprisingly, the other Lead celestial hosts didn't know anything about their whereabouts.
A tear dropped from his eyes as he recalled his adoration by and by, Adesuwa. The day that she kicked the bucket was the day he lost his cerebrum and feeling of thinking, all he needed to do was to spill the blood of her executioners. That controlled his development, activities and even words. How he wished he had paid attention to Slimmy.
More tears moved down his face as his eyes met with the weapon highlighted his head. He recollected his mom's words a long time back when he was given entrance into the college. How she cautioned him against staying with awful, against joining terrible groups as a result of desire for influence, cash, popularity or even young ladies. She encouraged him to zero in on his examinations and emerge as truly outstanding, prepared for the future, prepared to shake his reality and cause a positive change in his country. Yet, he was right here, the lone offspring of his folks, his dad's just any expectation of proceeding with his genealogy, going to get a metal that would toss his folks into everlasting pain and distress. He was unable to envision how they would take the news, particularly when they heard how he kicked the bucket, he was certain that his mom would bite the dust at the purpose in getting the news besides obviously assuming the breaker of the news concealed the subtleties of his demise.
He shut his eyes as he saw Dread fixing his hold on the trigger. His mom's words currently started to sound good to him, "the individuals who pursue violence as a way of life will eventually succumb to it".
Screw laughed boisterously on seeing Host shudder, he was partaking in the second and having a good time. " So the powerful Host of Heavenly messengers could be this terrified?" he derided uproariously and chuckled insanely. In couple of moments, he planned to at long last see the demise of his most despised foe, it was a second he had been hanging tight for his entire life. His happiness had no limits as he saw the decided look all over.
The shot was delivered and it punctured into Host's temple, in the center, a similar spot where the slug had gone into Adesuwa's mind. Have was gone. For eternity.
…to be proceeded