Outsiders on my door.

“What do you mean, gone?” Ozouf asked, his eyes flashing angrily.

“What I said: she is gone. I have no idea where she is, or how she escaped,” Vivian said casually, shrugging.

It was the wrong thing to do. Immediately, Ozouf's cheeks flushed, and his facial muscles became rigid as he stomped towards her. Grabbing her by her collar, he jerked her close to his face, gritting his teeth as he said, “I told you to keep an eye on them,” his voice slowly grew louder, “I mentioned to you that she would be tricky!” Now he was close to screaming, “I TOLD YOU THAT IF YOU LET HER GO—” His sentence was cut off by the sound of knocking. Throwing Viv to the ground, he straightened his clothes, and began walking towards the door. Directly before he reached it, he spun around, bitingly remarked, “I’ll deal with you later.”

(Door opens in a low voice slowly to the left)

     “How dare are you come to my door step?” Ozouf asked, raising his voice as he loomed his eyes straight to a gentleman standing by his door. They both had a silent glare and stare as they looked at each other in a silence after he shouted to his visitor.

 None wanted to talk to the other as their eyes seemed from a far turning to red. “It has been a while since I saw you! As you thought that you've gone so far that I would never find you?” The young man said as he stretched his hand towards the door. Touching it by the side and letting it open wider than it was. 

      He then sent his eyes to the edge of the door as if he was looking for something he had left before. His eyes, wide open and red already, stood firm as he led his minds to remember something.

 “I ask you to leave!” Ozouf said in a low voice as he directed the man with his left hand to leave. “I came for peace and in peace!” The gentleman replied as he settled Ozouf's hand and tried to take it back to its position. “For how long will you keep hiding and running away from us?” The man said. In a relaxed voice as he led his hand together below his belly. Ozouf looked back in fear as he inspected whether his wife was looking at him or listening to their conversation, then turned to the man at his door. “Look! Let's not have trouble here! Let's not mention all this here!: please keep away from my home, and my family as well!” Ozouf said in a low voice, tending to prevent it from spitting out by covering the sides of his mouth with his hands.

 “Please leave! And let me be!” He said in a sharp voice, trying to scare the man at his door. The man then turned at his back,”leave us alone!” He said to those who were behind him and turned to face Ozouf once again. This time with a fishy smile in his face as he tried to embrace Ozouf so as he could let him in. “Let me come in! We talk about this once and for all! It has been for decades?” The man said as he attempted to make his way in. Ozouf stood at the center of his door, preventing the man from coming in. “No…not this time! My wife is in with my children too.” 

“It is already late and I suggest that you should go home as early as now! What do you want from me?” Ozouf asked in a low voice as he held the edge of his door. Trying to support himself and as well trying to control his anger which arose in him and which made him close his eyes from time to time. Grinding his teeth against each other and as well looking at the ground, trying to keep his eye off the man at the door.

“I am not leaving, I would wish to meet your daughter Phelan!” The man said in a raising voice as he moved closer to Ozouf and looked directly into his eyes.

Ozouf took a deep, heavy breath and looked back at the man. “I said go home Edon! Phlan isn't home.” He said as he raised alarm.

 "Young master! Go home as it is very late. Besides, I really don't know neither have any idea where Phelan is. She left home and since then she hasn't returned yet!" Ozouf said as he turned his back on Edon. Who then stood still, biting his first finger as he tried to reason. Moving few steps from side to side of the door, expressing all his dissatisfactions.