The prison cell lowers; it is Erick with a banquet of flower in his hands, wearing a thinly-veiled smile at his son, Musa.
Musa: (avoiding eye contact and yelling) I told you I do not want to see you, your wife, or anyone else who calls himself my family member. What part of that don’t you understand, Mr. Erick?
Erick: (looking around tensed). Son, look. Calm down, it is only you and me here and we don’t want to create a scene. Your mother and I are really doing all……….
Musa: (interrupts) Oh, Please, enough of your crocodile tears. Didn’t you lack whatever you can do on such a Sunday morning? How about going to church or those women you cheating on your wife with? You think I don’t know you? Give me a break. I am not in the mood.
Erick: (lowering his voice) I secured a lawyer for you. A high-profile lawyer, to ensure that your cases are sorted and that you’re backing home. We are also exploring various avenues, like home prison to help you finish your term away from this filthy place. The only thing in need from you is discipline and an understanding that as a family, we’re committed to getting you out of here.
Musa: (Screaming) Guards, guards, guards, guards!!! (Erick leaves his seat, fuming, throws the flowers at Musa)
Erick: (making fine errands across the room) You’re the most useless beggar. I am here, your father, trying to secure a release for your criminal to come home with me. And you’re hearing yelling at me when we all know you killed that young girl. You surely missed a few morals that I imparted on you. You little bastard will forever rot in this piece of irons you now call home. The deal is over! (Shuts the prison door behind him with a bang)
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