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Mohammad's point of view.

I enter Anisah's house and seeing her cry. I rush to her side, kneeling in front of her, trying to see her face she covered with her hands.

"What happened?" I ask as she sniffled. "We were watching peacefully when we heard a knock. We open the door and my mother and step father came in. They took them and left. I couldn't tell them what happened while I was there, why I ran, I felt so ashamed."

She explains, wiping her tears with a tissue. "I'll go get them." I stand up but she holds my wrist. "Don't, they went willingly. I don't want to be alone, Mohammad, I don't."

She starts crying again as I hug her, her tears wetting my shoulder. "Okay, how about I come stay here with you? Will you feel better?"

I ask but she shakes her head. "I don't want to stay here." She looks at me, her eyes turned red.

"Okay, where would you want to stay?" I ask. "Anywhere, just not here. He knows where I am." I could feel her body tremble.

"Okay, let's go." I help her stand up. "I'll go pack some of my stuff."

"Leave it, let's just go, okay?" She nods.

Abdallah's point of view.

We arrive at the house, Hadiza was bonding with our mother perfectly but the rest were confused.

"Where is ya Anisah?" Khadija whines, looking up at me. "She is not here, there's mummy." I say but she didn't even look at her.

"When will she be here?" Khadija asks again. "I don't know, she'll be here soon. Don't worry, go to ya hadiza, okay?." I can't tell her. Salis just followed me with the hand bags.

"Abdallah, come on. Hurry." Mama says to me before turning back to hadiza. I might have been young but I can remember my mother well.

We walk inside the house and our step father sits down on the chair, while mama leads us.

"The rooms on the left are empty, you can go in." She says to hadiza. "Okay, thank you." Hadiza says cheerfully, walking towards the room.

"Abdallah, there's a room over there it--". She starts before I cut her off. "I won't be staying here, I will be visiting them every day."

I keep their bags on the floor. "Abdallah, what Anisah said to you are all lies. She is a liar and--". I cut her off again.

"She is your daughter either way, I'm tired. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll speak to hadiza first." I walk to Hadiza's room.

"Hadiza." I call her, making he sure up. "Yes." She answers. "Be comfortable but don't tell her anything about ya Anisah's job."

I warn her and she nods. "I will be visiting you everyday. See you soon."

"Okay, bye." She says smiling widely.

I get into my car, thinking. There must be something, maybe a reason why she did it. I shrug the thoughts away and drive off.

Anisah's point of view.

I sit on Mohammad's bed, wearing his clothes as he walked in. "Hey."

"Hey." I reply a bit down. "Are you feeling better?" He asks, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Yeah." I smile weakly, he walks beside me. "Do you need anything?" I can see he's trying hard to make me feel better. I Amalie, shaking my head. He sits on the bed,placing a light kiss on my cheek before pulling me in for a hug.

"I'm shocked."

"About?"

"About how my lies and past caught up to me at the same time." I scoff, smiling.

"That's life, knocks you down when you least expect it." I pull away from him. "Should we go downstairs?" He shakes his head.

"There are four guys there." He reminds me as I roll my eyes. "Seven plus you are there with me." I correct him, standing to my feet.

"Fine." He agrees reluctantly. We head downstairs, feeling anxious to face them. I hold his hand, my action making him glance at me. He holds my hand tighter, like he's reassuring me.

I know that I am acting all great but I still feel depressed. I don't want Mohammad to keep on worrying plus I prefer to be where a lot of people are.

I gather up courage internally to face them, taking a deep breath. I aight the parlor, squaring my mind that it's going to be okay. "Hello " I walk in with a smile across my face.

"Hey." Some of them chorused weakly. "What are you watching?" Mohammad asks, sitting down with me. "Premier league." Muwaffaq answers watching attentively.

"I totally forgot, how is it so far?" Mohammad sits up, giving his attention to the tv. "1-0." Mansur replies.

"God I missed." Mohammad mutters before the door swings open then closed.

Hasneem rushes in. "Has it started yet?" He asks taking a seat. "Yeah, apparently." I say, bored already.

A person could walk in here and steal whatever he wants, no one would know except me of course. I groan internally.

Hadiza's point of view.

I sigh looking at the ceiling then back at my phone. I was thinking whether I should call ya Anisah or not.

I heard a knock as I turned to see mama. She walks in smiling widely. "Hey, how are you?" She sits beside me.

"I'm fine, just thinking." I sit up, crisscrossing my legs in the bed. "About what?" She asks again. "About you, if you really looked for us."

"Oh I did, if lifting mountains were possible I would've done it." She smiles weakly, shaking her head. "Your sister is sneaky, that is why she was caught right?"

Mama nudges me a bit playfully. "I don't know." I shrug looking away. "I miss her either way, even if you looked for us, she was like a mother to me."

My eyes fixated on the floor. "But now your mother is back, here. Okay?" She cups my cheeks and I nod.

"Look at you, a woman already. I'll let you sleep, goodnight." Mama stands up and leaves me with my thoughts.

I could call her at anytime. I keep my phone so I could sleep. The door was knocked again.

"Mama, I'm sleeping like you said." I turn, seeing our step father. I use the blanket to cover myself a bit.

"You must be Hadiza." He walks in with a warm smile. "Yes, I am." I look at him weirdly while he walks towards me.

"I can't believe you're the one who grew up like this. I could remember when you had to be helped to finish your homework."

He places a finger on his lips. "Yeah." I mutter, wishing he will go. He sits on the chair close to me.

"I don't know what she said about me, but I am your father, at least I want to be. I don't have children of mine so please let me."

His words making me feel bad but it makes me feel awkward. "Of course, go ahead." I smile forcefully. "That's perfect, thank you. You know you look like Anisah a lot." He stands up.

"I have never heard that." I say as he walks away. "You look really alike anyways, goodnight." He grins, closing the door.

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