BAƘAR AYAH BOOK 2

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Jabeer trailed behind them, unfamiliar with their identities until they reached their home. Pausing to examine the house from the car, he couldn't help but wonder if there were any similar houses in Abuja. Even from a distance, it was evident that the owners of the house were struggling. The dilapidated walls and the impact of years of rainfall had taken a toll on the structure. The house lacked proper security, with a wall on one side that seemed to serve as nighttime protection. In essence, the house was quite small. Jabeer sighed after his inspection and realized that if he hadn't followed her, he would have never guessed that she lived there. What surprised him most was her refusal of his help, despite living in such conditions. Exiting the car, he decided to approach the house. Scanning the surroundings for signs of life inside, his eyes fell on a young boy holding a bowl of soup. The boy's face was smeared with it, and his attire appeared to have been stolen and worn for a while. Taking his eyes off the boy's face, Jabeer began to speak. "Excuse me, young man. I'm looking for Jaleelah's house. Is this it?" The boy responded, "Yes, this is her house. Do you need something?"