Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

First Time in America Episode Seven

The police station was calm that morning, but the officers were working seriously behind the scenes. The case Liza brought was not a small matter. It involved violence, marriage, and a possible attempt to send an innocent man to jail. The police decided to investigate properly. They didn't want to rush the case. They didn't want to send a man to prison for something he didn't do. They wanted the truth. They brought out their files, assigned officers to the matter, and began to dig deeper into every detail Liza mentioned in her dramatic statement.

Later that day, they invited Chikobi into the interrogation room. He sat down quietly. He looked tired and confused. One of the officers cleared his throat and asked him to explain everything again from the beginning.

"Please, tell us what happened between you and your wife," the officer said. Chikobi sighed. He looked at them with sad eyes.

"I did not beat my wife," he said. "I never touched her. still love her. She is the one who changed. She abandoned me. That is the truth." The officers listened carefully.

He continued with a calm voice. "My wife got a student visa to study in America. I supported her. I sold my land. I used my savings. I gave her everything she needed to travel. I was excited for her future. But as soon as she arrived in America, she changed. She stopped calling me. She refused to pick my calls. Later, I found out she was staying with a rich white man. She told me she wanted to marry him. She told me she does not want me again." The officers wrote everything down.

"Why did you come to America?" One police man asked.

"Sir, I only came to look for my wife," Chikobi replied. "I love her. I did not want our marriage to crash. When she stopped picking my calls, I became worried. I wanted to talk to her in person. I wanted to fix things. I never came here to fight her. I never touched her. I did not beat her. She is trying to frame me so she can marry the white man."

The officers exchanged looks. The story was taking a new direction. They asked him many more questions. "Did your wife ever tell you she was pregnant?" one asked.

"No. She was never pregnant to my knowledge. She never told me she lost any pregnancy. She never told me anything. She only pushed me away." For the first time, the officers saw deep pain in his eyes. He was not acting. He was telling the truth. They knew it. They decided to check Liza's statement again to see what was real and what was not.

The next day, they invited Liza to the station. She arrived confidently, wearing fancy clothes and carrying a designer handbag. She believed everything was already in her favour. She greeted the officers with a fake smile. "Good afternoon, officers," she said. But their faces were not smiling. They asked her to sit down. She sat and crossed her legs, waiting for them to say something. Instead, they opened her file and placed it on the table. One of the officers cleared his throat.

"Madam Liza, we need more evidence from you," he said.

"We want you to provide more proof that your husband beats you," another officer added.

Liza blinked rapidly. She did not expect that question.

"I already showed you my face," she said. The officers shook their heads.

"We need more than makeup and pictures," they said. "We want you to bring a doctor's report that confirms you lost a pregnancy because of beating. We also want you to bring a pregnancy test result to prove you were pregnant. And we want witnesses. Anyone who saw your husband hitting you."

Liza became worried. She did not know what to say. Her heart began to beat fast. She shifted in her chair. "Officer... I... I thought my statement was enough," she said with a trembling voice. The officers leaned back and watched her quietly.

"Your statement is not enough," the senior officer said. "This is America. We need evidence. We cannot just arrest a man and take him to court without proof. We need medical records, test results, and witnesses. You have made serious accusations. Now you must bring serious evidence."

She felt her throat drying. "What if... what if I don't have all those things?" she asked slowly. The officers exchanged another look. Then the senior officer replied, "If you cannot provide the evidence within two days, we will release your husband. We cannot keep him here without proof. And if we discover false information in your statement, you will face consequences." Liza was shocked. She felt like the ground was shifting under her feet.

"Alright, officers," she whispered.

She stood up and carried her bag with trembling hands. She managed to walk to the door. But the moment she stepped outside the police station, she stopped and held her head. Her mind was spinning. Her fake confidence disappeared instantly. She started breathing fast. Fear filled her chest. Sweat gathered on her forehead even though the weather was cool. She felt like screaming. She felt like running. She felt like disappearing. She never expected the police to turn the case around. She thought they would simply jail her husband.

As she walked away from the station, she spoke to herself in a panicked whisper. "These people have put me in a difficult corner. I don't have any evidence. I don't have any of those things they are asking for. I'm in trouble."

Watch out for episode 8