CHAPTER 11

     A blue and white tax packed at the front gate of a big mansion which was Ashar’s parent house. Somia carried her hand bag as the driver packed, opened the back door and got down. Put her bag on the head of the car, brought out money and paid the driver off.

“Wow!! His house is very near to my place, I will be glad to be coming here everyday and be going to work together because of the transport fees!” Somia was talking to herself and brought her phone and wanted to call Ashar so that he could talk to the security guards at the front of the gate and allowed her in. That was how she had been calling him since because the estate that Ashar were living was not a kind of place that someone could just entered except if they had knew you.

She wanted to be dialing his mobile number when his call entered and Somia picked.

“Hi! Where are you now? Are you at the gate now?”

“Yes Sir!, just arrived there now even