#Chapter29

Sandal's POV:

I stepped outside the car and greeted by the old familiar-looking houses, faces and front door of my house. Most of the neighbourhood kids yelled my name wave their hands to me.

Ahmed also came beside me.

"Are we going inside or not?" He asked.

"Oh sorry. Come." We walked over to the door and Ahmed open his palm in front of me, "Keys."

 It took me a minute to register what he said. 

Oh my Allah! Keys...

" Ah... I don't have keys." I said to him biting my inner lip.

"What?" His voice was deadly.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry?... what do you mean by sorry? ... how...