With one look you would know he was the type who was used to getting what he wanted, and also from the way his lips were lying full like they were not normal African lips...

With a caramel complexion that made him even more handsome and attractive, with one look you would realize that he was the one calming restless hearts. He had full lips that were two colors - pink and light brown...

There was a very tall man who looked like he was 58 to 60 years old, standing at Safa and Marwa in the house, and a man was saying to the woman he was fondling
" Omair, which idiot do you think I am now?"

What useless old man who doesn't keep his promises, who is he to me?

"I’m done talking to Mom that I will return to Nigeria, but now you’re looking to disgrace us in the eyes of a small girl..."

The moment his father finished speaking, he ended it and opened his eyes wide and gave another warm smile that made
me feel like I was in a river of honey...

With a voice full of reluctance he pursed his lips and said in a husky, deep voice: "thank God since it’s her, it would be easy for me to change women..."

"Just buy her a bundle of chocolate, I’m very sure that will bring the end of the matter"

He was talking in a playful face and since the day he left the house, Prof Ibrahim Khalil understood that my son had taken a playmate...

With annoyance he said: "My in—law!!"

With wide eyes Omair realized that his father was calling him, he used to call him Abba, Inlaw or Abul khair...

With a frown he said twice: "Uwa ka!"

Omair rolled his eyes and said "niiii!"

"Eh you there! Mother"

Blinking his eyes Omair entered, in a confused face and started dialing his phone saying: "so the soul of walking has changed
our dad’s nature?"

"There’s no doubt I will tell Mom to start warning Dad from now on to stop joking and that we should be serious when we talk,"

The moment Omair knew that his father was angry, Prof quickly took the phone from his hand and held the file and hit him saying: "Silly... You disrespect me
Omair but I will make sure I deal the hell out of you"

He was talking in a way that made you feel pain in your heart, while his face was showing the anger in his chest, the patience of a heart that was not
patient. So in his heart he was angry after Omair’s shine that only God owned and would control his future...

Murmuring Omair said: "sorry Pops..."

In annoyance he said "I’m sorry for the child who is sleeping..."

Then Omair smiled and left to go sleep, while he was still angry his phone started ringing...

Seeing who was calling, he gave the phone to Prof, in confusion he picked up the phone and put it to his ear...

Without me knowing what was said, the person on the other side said "okay I will be waiting..."

In a low voice Omair said "sorry Pops, it’s not me that disrespected you, I was coming to Niger but I have a commitment for 3 months here..."

Prof’s heart broke and he asked: "What’s the news about Tariq?"

He gave him the phone and said "he is calling now, he is on his way"